<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:47:52.483-02:00</updated><category term='brega'/><category term='tye-die'/><category term='verão'/><category term='maquiagem'/><category term='julia roberts'/><category term='leticia birkheuer'/><category term='brad'/><category term='to bete'/><category term='saias'/><category term='wtf'/><category term='sabrina sato'/><category term='Gaúcha'/><category term='t-dress'/><category term='dita von teese'/><category term='crianças'/><category term='colete'/><category term='grazi'/><category term='BNTM'/><category term='Jeans'/><category term='joey'/><category 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type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-7339474875930641860</id><published>2010-02-24T15:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T15:32:27.635-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Estamos de mudança!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://minhatiajadizia.wordpress.com/"&gt;MTJD agora no wordpress!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por que às vezes dá vontade de mudar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ky07jlbbFa1qasx93o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 500px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ky07jlbbFa1qasx93o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think Spider-Dean agrees with us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-324707883199092861</id><published>2010-02-09T23:38:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T00:37:38.624-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Why so serious, I mean, sad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fica triste não, Kate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/S3IbzqJaIfI/AAAAAAAAAdM/h4UpHjUBWtk/s1600-h/kate-bosworth-fashion-week-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/S3IbzqJaIfI/AAAAAAAAAdM/h4UpHjUBWtk/s400/kate-bosworth-fashion-week-04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436438274490638834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que deve ser difícil essa vida. Não ter sido convidada pro elenco do filme mais arrogante da última semana, "Valentine's Day", quando praticamente todos os A e B-lister DO MUNDO foram, e sendo que seu último filme relevante foi "21" (mas pelo menos nesse filme você teve a chance de pegar o &lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:s89KYurS-pXo6M:http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb224/eatmahass/Jim%20Sturgess/JimSturgess11.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jim Sturgess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;), e então ser forçada - eu estou presumindo que você foi forçada a estar nessa situação - a usar uma meia calça fio 80 da ponta de estoque da Trifil, por baixo do que parece ser um perfeitamente aceitável vestido azul marinho, e ainda por cima ter nos pés um par horroroso de Doc Martens que ninguém usa desde 1984... ninguém merece uma coisa dessas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas, eu ouvi falar por ai que você está pegando o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; vampiro Eric &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kt4fhf6Sy21qzl6pjo1_r1_500.png"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Alexander Skarsgard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, então... elas por elas, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1207562714502517362-324707883199092861?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/324707883199092861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=324707883199092861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/324707883199092861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/324707883199092861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-so-serious-i-mean-sad.html' title='Why so serious, I mean, sad?'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/S3IbzqJaIfI/AAAAAAAAAdM/h4UpHjUBWtk/s72-c/kate-bosworth-fashion-week-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-8075744484245093733</id><published>2010-02-09T15:16:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T16:12:57.871-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O negócio é o seguinte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu tentei, juro. Todas tentamos. Mas eu tenho algo preso no meu peito e preciso confessar: CELEBRIDADES BRASILEIRAS NÃO TEM GRAÇA. Ufa, pronto falei. Sério, vamos combinar. As nossas celebridades não tem imaginação nenhuma quando o assunto é moda. E ainda por cima quando conseguem alguma coisa vem meses depois que a gente já viu aquilo em algum red carpet ou nas ruas de LA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;#thehills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; A nossa ideia original era focar apenas no Brasil, mas como deu pra ver pelos últimos posts, isso simplesmente não é possível. Então, olha, valeu a nossa tentativa, mas pra resolver a nossa crise existencial a partir de agora vamos nos manter na linha americana/européia, humkay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxesq6vgRW1qa93cao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 282px; " src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxesq6vgRW1qa93cao1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dianna Agron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;OMG DOES THIS MEAN YOU'RE GONNA TALK ABOUT ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As Sobrinhas: Of course we will, sweetty. We love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fim do memorando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Att,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As Sobrinhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;**Se você está ser perguntando quem é a Dianna Agron, me permita fazer o Sandy e dizer: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;who is Dianna Agron?" KILL YOURSELF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;***Sim, estamos com problemas no header. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SO WHAT? I'M STILL A ROCK STAR! I GOT MY ROCK MOVES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolveremos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-8075744484245093733?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/8075744484245093733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=8075744484245093733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/8075744484245093733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/8075744484245093733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-negocio-e-o-seguinte.html' title='O negócio é o seguinte'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-6938158593449963722</id><published>2009-12-08T14:45:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T14:57:54.420-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maquiagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ego'/><title type='text'>Passo a passo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, agora o Ego resolveu dar uma de salão de beleza também. Com o título &lt;i&gt;"Maquiagem: Confira o passo-a-passo dos olhos que vão ser hit no verão - Duda Molinos ensina make com cores vibrantes", &lt;/i&gt;o Ego nos ensina, em 17 passos, como ficar assim:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Sx6FVvqly9I/AAAAAAAAAcM/Rq94Twu4nPU/s1600-h/imagem.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 377px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Sx6FVvqly9I/AAAAAAAAAcM/Rq94Twu4nPU/s400/imagem.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412910410764766162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hum. Me lembra uma foto de infância em que minha mãe escreveu na parte de trás: &lt;i&gt;"Holly se achando muito bonitinha depois de roubar a maquiagem da mamãe"&lt;/i&gt; - vocês podem imaginar o *quão* bonita eu estou nessa foto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1207562714502517362-6938158593449963722?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/6938158593449963722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=6938158593449963722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/6938158593449963722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/6938158593449963722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2009/12/passo-passo.html' title='Passo a passo'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Sx6FVvqly9I/AAAAAAAAAcM/Rq94Twu4nPU/s72-c/imagem.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-5858475395157692443</id><published>2009-12-08T14:21:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T14:42:29.660-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Caiu aqui:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Santa Maria agora tem uma revista (online) de moda: a &lt;a href="http://www.santafashion.com/"&gt;Santa Fashion&lt;/a&gt;. Confesso que não dei a atenção merecida ainda (mas também ando deixando nosso próprio blog acumular poeira), e apesar de ter uma pequena reclamação de que os editoriais usam roupas das lojas mais caras da cidade - e vocês sabem - eu sempre digo isso, mas vocês não me conhecem, vão saber como? - que eu não sou muito de editoriais genéricos. E todo mundo sabe, isso sim, que as lojas mais caras costumam ser as mais genéricas. Mas gostei muito do editorial "Bonequinha de luxo" da edição desse mês. E mais importante, a revista é um bom veículo para agregar as pessoas que trabalham com moda da cidade. Espero apenas, que não vire um clubinho fechado, como é tão comum acontecer por aqui, infelizmente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-5858475395157692443?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/5858475395157692443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=5858475395157692443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/5858475395157692443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/5858475395157692443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2009/12/caiu-aqui-santa-maria-agora-tem-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-2787833288996937400</id><published>2009-10-26T00:49:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T01:07:50.238-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex and the city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miley cyrus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>Me caiu os butiá do bolso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu reclamo de Sex &amp;amp; The City aqui no MTJD povo acha ruim. Como se  Sex &amp;amp; The City fosse assim, uma coisa sagrada, e não uma série de TV com uma protagonista chata e &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mimimi&lt;/span&gt;, que começou bem e acabou virando clichê, e terminou em uma série de filmes ainda mais clichê que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He's just not that into you"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como se todos os horrores prévios não fossem suficientes, agora Miley-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt;-Cyrus se juntou ao elenco:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SuUPvb9J8oI/AAAAAAAAAcA/joiupCUQY7A/s1600-h/0,,27894646,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SuUPvb9J8oI/AAAAAAAAAcA/joiupCUQY7A/s400/0,,27894646,00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396737036105937538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E sim, essa é roupa que ela usa no filme. Segundo consta, o plotline que envolve ela é a Samantha querendo se sentir zóvem e por fim acaba usando uma roupa igualzinha à da Miley. Sim, nós vamos ver esse HORROR duplamente no filme (por "nós" eu quero dizer quem for assistir, incluam-me fora dessa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocês estão vendo bem, né? Ela está usado uma fita isolante gigante na cintura, luvas de dominatrix e colar de pitbull. Vocês ESTÃO vendo isso. Só pra garantir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu fico imaginando as fãs pré-adolescentes da Miley que cantam aquela musiquinha "seven things" agarradas em seus ursinhos de pelúcia indo assistir um filme sobre quarentonas/cinquentonas que gostam de botar pra quebrar na cama. P-H-Y-N-O.&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/1207562714502517362-2787833288996937400?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/2787833288996937400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=2787833288996937400&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/2787833288996937400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/2787833288996937400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-caiu-os-butia-do-bolso.html' title='Me caiu os butiá do bolso'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SuUPvb9J8oI/AAAAAAAAAcA/joiupCUQY7A/s72-c/0,,27894646,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-6991242416761082898</id><published>2009-10-25T23:29:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:26:31.866-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mygusha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brega'/><title type='text'>Personal stylist #fail</title><content type='html'>Segundo sites de fofoca que fazem meus domingos mais alegres, Mirella Santos agora conta com a ajuda de um personal stylist de São Paulo para ajudar a compor um visual único em todos os eventos que participa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SuUHlP5NBFI/AAAAAAAAAbw/ilh-HaQnaYQ/s1600-h/mire1.bmp" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SuUHlP5NBFI/AAAAAAAAAbw/ilh-HaQnaYQ/s320/mire1.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396728064976421970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SuUInlYLA7I/AAAAAAAAAb4/kIkahV7bTNM/s1600-h/mire2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SuUInlYLA7I/AAAAAAAAAb4/kIkahV7bTNM/s320/mire2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396729204614824882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como representante das sobrinhas na data, devo dizer que estamos pensando SERIAMENTE em mandar um e-mail pro empresário dela pedindo o contato do personal stylist em questão, prq nés? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taí a primeira pessoa que NÃO faremos questão de conhecer quando mudarmos pra cidade grande por conta da fama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1207562714502517362-6991242416761082898?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/6991242416761082898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=6991242416761082898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/6991242416761082898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/6991242416761082898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2009/10/personal-stylist-fail.html' title='Personal stylist #fail'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SuUHlP5NBFI/AAAAAAAAAbw/ilh-HaQnaYQ/s72-c/mire1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-3479909936255927050</id><published>2009-09-22T20:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:28:14.251-03:00</updated><title type='text'>International What Day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aparentemente, ontem foi o Dia Internacional da Paz. Hoje foi o dia Internacional, Nacional, Carioca, Não Sei sem carro. &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Olha, grandes coisas,&lt;strike&gt; paz mundial é o c#$%¨&amp;amp;, MUN é farra! &lt;/strike&gt;além de não alcançarem grandes objetivos além de contas de twitter com fancy ribbons ou uárever. É mais ou menos como as músicas do U2 ou Green Day - legal, mas ó, não tá mudando o mundo, não. &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E até por que, MTJD não é blog legal, que almeja espalhar o amor e felicidades entre os povos e as nações. Não. Nosso negócio é maldade. E pra celebrar esse dia - por que se existe um Dia Internacional da Paz, deveria existir um Dia Internacional da Maldade, certo? Certo, que bom que vocês concordam - vamos fechar o dia de hoje com dois marcos da maldade mundial: Lily Allen e Blair Waldorf.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0WxDrVUrSvI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0WxDrVUrSvI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SwXIU7x_Vog&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SwXIU7x_Vog&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIK DIK!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-3479909936255927050?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/3479909936255927050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=3479909936255927050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/3479909936255927050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/3479909936255927050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2009/09/international-what-day.html' title='International What Day?'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-3248547169096116950</id><published>2009-09-11T10:59:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:15:42.364-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O horror continua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SqpZmSZL8xI/AAAAAAAAAbg/yNw09EsPvHE/s1600-h/sexandthecity22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380211219154858770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SqpZmSZL8xI/AAAAAAAAAbg/yNw09EsPvHE/s400/sexandthecity22.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SÉRIO, que mania esse povo de fash-black tem de achar que a vida é um videoclipe. Não é por que a Madonna aparecia assim na TV que todo mundo saía pela rua desse jeito. Ou você por acaso sai assim pro trabalho: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SqpcPIpeVXI/AAAAAAAAAbo/iQSpSxygCgE/s1600-h/lady-gaga-poker-face_greatdanes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380214119936710002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SqpcPIpeVXI/AAAAAAAAAbo/iQSpSxygCgE/s400/lady-gaga-poker-face_greatdanes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;arrasando no escritório.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SqpZl4dDmkI/AAAAAAAAAbY/MjF5Ur1ybyI/s1600-h/sexandthecity2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380211212191767106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SqpZl4dDmkI/AAAAAAAAAbY/MjF5Ur1ybyI/s400/sexandthecity2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eu não sei o que dizer da Samantha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SqpZQ7TYbGI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/omXfIlh6rmk/s1600-h/sexandthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380210852179242082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SqpZQ7TYbGI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/omXfIlh6rmk/s400/sexandthecity.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meo, não me importa &lt;em&gt;if it's NY city&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;and it's edgy&lt;/em&gt;, eu até posso aceitar uma versão mais light dessa roupa da Carrie pra uma festa, mas não todo esse descarrego no meio do dia. Já a Charlotte... que atira a primeira pedra quem não usou saia com tênis branco. A única coisa que atrapalha é essa escovinha aí, foi mal masnem aqui nem na China que a Charlotte ia sair por aí penteando o cabelo no meio da rua. Eca. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SqpZQhR0UiI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wRvY1FmDLBw/s1600-h/sexandthecity1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380210845193359906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SqpZQhR0UiI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wRvY1FmDLBw/s400/sexandthecity1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sinceramente, eu to achando que esse filme vai ficar marcado como a maior vergonha coletiva da história de Hollywood. Você leu aqui primeiro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só uma coisa pode restaurar a nossa visão depois dessas imagens hediondas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RdUaqWK-Epc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RdUaqWK-Epc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SkwCXTAjBKk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SkwCXTAjBKk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-3248547169096116950?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/3248547169096116950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=3248547169096116950&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/3248547169096116950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/3248547169096116950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-horror-continua.html' title='O horror continua'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SqpZmSZL8xI/AAAAAAAAAbg/yNw09EsPvHE/s72-c/sexandthecity22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-2522295916489814007</id><published>2009-09-07T14:12:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T14:57:44.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Lily</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como nem só de maldades vive o MTJD,  hoje a gente aproveita o &lt;strike&gt; 7 de setembro&lt;/strike&gt;  feriado pra mostrar esse vídeo finíssimo dos bastidores da sessão de fotos da Lily Allen para a campanha da Chanel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7wMfmwEGd1I&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7wMfmwEGd1I&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nós sempre fomos fã da Lily Allen, desde a primeira vez que ela apareceu usando um vestido vermelho com tênis, no clipe de "LND", lembram? Fofa e criativa. Eu morro de vontade de aprontar uma dessas, mas 1) meus tênis são mega velhos e 2) já me acham estranha por estar sempre de vestido...imagina se eu adicionar um par de tênis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Lily anda muito mais chique atualmente, como é o costume das novas &lt;i&gt;"it girls"&lt;/i&gt; - e eu considero ela uma it girl desde o início, e nada prova isso mais do que ser fotograda pelo Karl Lagerfeld, né? Sonho de VIDA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Outra coisa que ela faz bem, é claro, são videoclipes. Quando eu baixei o segundo CD dela, não gostei muito, mas depois de ver os vídeos de "It's not fair" e "22", eu estou até pensando em baixar de novo...&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tWjNFC-FinU"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dêem uma olhada no clipe de "22"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e me digam que vocês nunca se viram nessa situação. Verossimilhança, define.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://popbytes.com/img/lily-allen-22-video.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 353px; " src="http://popbytes.com/img/lily-allen-22-video.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-2522295916489814007?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/2522295916489814007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=2522295916489814007&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/2522295916489814007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/2522295916489814007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2009/09/royal-lily.html' title='Royal Lily'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-6018384182172215485</id><published>2009-09-02T21:05:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:39:11.471-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll Over Beethoven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E avisa o Paul que o Chuck Berry está se revirando no túmulo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que né. Algumas coisas são sagradas. Mas nada é sagrado demais para que o Ego e as celebridades brasileiras não se achem no direito de estragar. Meu coraçãozinho parou quando eu li a seguinte "manchete" no Ego: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Veja quem são os famosos que adotaram um visual rock'n roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Por algum motivo desconhecido resolvi clicar no link, e me deparei com o seguinte: &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drew Barrymore, Danielle Winits, Kristen Stewart e mais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUKEY. A Drew a gente deixa passar, porque ela namorou o Fabrizio Moretti, o que deve ter contribuído pra que ela mudasse de flower-power pra roqueira, afinal, &lt;a href="http://contraindicacoes.wordpress.com/2009/08/26/its-all-fun-and-games-till-a-band-gets-hurt/"&gt;a gente sempre adota o gosto musical dos namorados&lt;/a&gt;. A &lt;strike&gt;Bella Swan &lt;/strike&gt;Kristen Stewart a gente também deixa passar, não por mérito dela, mas porque ela está filmando &lt;em&gt;The Runaways&lt;/em&gt;, sobre...er... The Runaways, a banda da Joan Jett, e o Ego não sabia diferenciar realidade de ficção. Mas vamos ver quais as celebridades brasileiras que aderiram ao "estilo"? *medo*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377040079259061362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Sp8VdptGTHI/AAAAAAAAAag/1ZdMCN-2MGc/s400/nx.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Meus olhos ARDEM. Adoro que é só pegar um guitarra que as pessoas automaticamente viram "roqueiros". Algupem que entoa coisas como &lt;em&gt;"entre razões e emoções a SAÍDA é bla bla bla whiskas sachê"&lt;/em&gt; não merece esse título, ok? Até por que, que diabos é essa toquinha reggueira, ese chapeuzinha (fedora? ai.), esse BONÉ? Por favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377040089410751474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Sp8VePhcy_I/AAAAAAAAAao/SeUa_p-NyYM/s400/junior.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vide comentário anterior. E além disso, alguém que um dia cantou "Maria Chiquinha", não merece nunca ser chamado de roqueiro. Sem falar que tem uma moça usano uma manta gigante e mega elaborada (=quente) com um tomara-que-caia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Se bem que tilampa é a nova groupie....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377040089915466658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Sp8VeRZyI6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/1YlbeOcl0Xk/s400/danielle.bmp" border="0" /&gt; Meus olhos CHORAM. Mas eu vou chorar de verdade o dia que Dani aparecer com uma roupa que eu goste. Dani, conta pra gente: que música do David Bowie você mais gosta? &lt;em&gt;Blowin' in the wind, Tiny Dancer, I Don't Feel Like Dancing?&lt;/em&gt; Contaaaaaaaaa!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Vocês estão entendo, gente? Só porque você deu uma olhadinha na última Vogue ou Elle ou seu estilista (aqui vale aquela sua amiga(o) que faz compras na loja mais cara da cidade) falou "olha como isso está na moda", e daí você vai e faz um *mix* de tudo - isso não quer dizer que você tem "estilo tal". Significa apenas que você está se vestindo como te mandaram, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Sp8Ve_YYmgI/AAAAAAAAAa4/R3ffzepjxHc/s1600-h/bianca.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377040102257629698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Sp8Ve_YYmgI/AAAAAAAAAa4/R3ffzepjxHc/s400/bianca.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipo. Nunca ouvi falar em Bianca Jahara. Tive a infeliz idéia de clicar no "perfil" dela no Ego e descobri que ela é uma ex-BBB (até parece que isso é algum título), então ela caiu uns 90% no meu conceito, mas mesmo assim eu vou tentar ignorar esse fato - vai que apesar desse momento de vergonha pública ela tem Beatles e Led no Ipod? Com essa roupa, pelo menos - que eu quero pra mim NAU - ela não faria feio em nenhuma festa underground por aí. E pensando bem, que roqueiro nunca teve muitos momentos de vergonha pública? Pode seguir adiante, Bianca, esse look black total - unhas pretas! ♥♥ - me conquistou total, eu gosto de você. Bjs me liga se souber de uma festynha confirmada por aí!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-6018384182172215485?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/6018384182172215485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=6018384182172215485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/6018384182172215485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/6018384182172215485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2009/09/roll-over-beethoven.html' title='Roll Over Beethoven'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Sp8VdptGTHI/AAAAAAAAAag/1ZdMCN-2MGc/s72-c/nx.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-6862817966639774461</id><published>2009-09-02T11:06:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T11:50:39.602-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A estranha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como tudo nessa vida pode piorar, há sempre um buraco no fundo do poço, a luz no fim do túnel é um caminhão a te atropelar, etc, a sequência de Sex &amp;amp; The City (me recuso a escrever SATC) já começou a ser gravada nas ruas de Níui Iórque. Um luxo só. E aparentemente no roteiro há um &lt;em&gt;flash-black&lt;/em&gt; (ui), explicando (oi, quem se importa?) como foi que Carrie foi parar na &lt;strong&gt;Cidade™, &lt;/strong&gt;o que nos remete ao anos 80. Se a wikipedia está certa, e ela sempre está, então isso aconteceu quando Carrie tinha seus 18 aninhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí você para e pensa: que atriz eles vão escolher para representar a &lt;strong&gt;Carrie™&lt;/strong&gt;, esse ícone da moda, de comportamento, de VIDA? Vamos conferir? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Sp5_KMxhT_I/AAAAAAAAAZg/DRC2YunrsK8/s1600-h/carrie1-580x814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376874818331299826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Sp5_KMxhT_I/AAAAAAAAAZg/DRC2YunrsK8/s400/carrie1-580x814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GENTE. Até Gossip Girl teve o BOM SENSO de escalar a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Brittany Snow" style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: none; COLOR: rgb(90,54,150); TEXT-DECORATION: none; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Brittany_Snow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Brittany Snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; no papel da Lily van der Woodsen em 1983, na spin-off de GG que já nasceu morta. Vamos ver comofas isso decentemente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lily adolescente vs. Lily adulta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Sp6A6CqZktI/AAAAAAAAAZo/vj2w1OJx8f8/s1600-h/snow-gossip-girl.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376876739762426578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Sp6A6CqZktI/AAAAAAAAAZo/vj2w1OJx8f8/s400/snow-gossip-girl.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time travel: check!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora, Carrie adolescente vs. Carrie adulta (season 1):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Sp6CMuKBflI/AAAAAAAAAZw/2gGkhZXWgRo/s1600-h/carrie1-580x814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376878160187063890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Sp6CMuKBflI/AAAAAAAAAZw/2gGkhZXWgRo/s400/carrie1-580x814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OIIIIIIIIIIIIIII???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Não é por nada não, mas essa Carrie anos 80 tá mais pra Bruxa da Branca de Neve do que pra &lt;em&gt;adolescente-em-busca-dos-sonhos-batalhando-na-Big Apple-uma-coisa-assim-Show Bar-de-ser&lt;/em&gt;. Eu não vou comentar o style molecotom da Carrie porque todo mundo com mais de 20-e-poucos-anos já se vestiu assim, mas eu acho que a expressão do Sr. Batata nessa foto diz tudo. Confere:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Sp6D_ACfxFI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/jvJRQ3ZTnaY/s1600-h/carrie1-580x814+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376880123492418642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Sp6D_ACfxFI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/jvJRQ3ZTnaY/s400/carrie1-580x814+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ainda bem que ela só conheceu o Mr. Big mais tarde. Imagina Chris Noth, no alto de seus 54 anos, sendo obrigado a usar paletó extra-large cor de rosa com camiseta branca e calça jeans. Dignidade FAIL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-6862817966639774461?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/6862817966639774461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=6862817966639774461&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/6862817966639774461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/6862817966639774461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2009/09/estranha.html' title='A estranha'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Sp5_KMxhT_I/AAAAAAAAAZg/DRC2YunrsK8/s72-c/carrie1-580x814.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-2296310022919867737</id><published>2009-09-01T16:47:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:01:09.053-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Accessorizing 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enquanto que no &lt;a href="http://juliapetit.com.br/moda/o-eleito-4/"&gt;Petiscos&lt;/a&gt; o povo quer saber do sapato branco da &lt;strike&gt;Thaila Ayala &lt;/strike&gt;Shivani, aqui a gente quer mesmo é entender o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Sp17HLZQm2I/AAAAAAAAAZY/ugs3tgF6NfQ/s1600-h/thaila-580x577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376588893398276962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Sp17HLZQm2I/AAAAAAAAAZY/ugs3tgF6NfQ/s400/thaila-580x577.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como pode alguém que sabe se vestir bem dessa maneira, inclusive acertando no sapato branco, ter CORAGEM de ser fotografada ao lado de um negócio desses?? Quer dizer... camiseta branca com gola V (ew), correntinha (eww), fedora pequeno demais (ewww), e cavanhaque a lá Murilo Benício em "A Favorita" (ewwwwww)?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sinceramente, Shivani. O Bahuan é uma anta e só tem uma expressão facial, mas pelo menos não é de maníaco do parque. Fik dik. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-2296310022919867737?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/2296310022919867737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=2296310022919867737&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/2296310022919867737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/2296310022919867737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2009/09/accessorizing-101.html' title='Accessorizing 101'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Sp17HLZQm2I/AAAAAAAAAZY/ugs3tgF6NfQ/s72-c/thaila-580x577.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-523163783426364863</id><published>2009-08-26T17:42:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:07:29.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Once more with feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We're baaaaaaaaaack!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, kinda of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seguinte gente, Holly aqui, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; falando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  escrevendo diretamente do seu local de trabalho, onde ela *deveria* estar trabalhando, mas né, pra que ficar nesses pormenores. Nós sabemos que temos sido sobrinhas extremamente relapsas, mas é que a desvantagem de pertencer à mesma faixa de idade é que todo mundo tem a famigerada crise dos 20 e poucos ao mesmo tempo. Aí quando uma volta pra província depois de uma longa ausência (Montevideo chora a falta de Mygusha) e estuda novos projetos buscando uma recolocação no mercado, outra VAI EMBORA (Q!), e não somente nos deixa como vai pra PRAIA, eu diria morra Mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;uxapop, mas como odeio verão, só te odeio por ir morar tão longe, a praia me é indiferente. E essa que vos fala continua por aqui, labutando e ainda tentanto processar o fato de que acabou a vida de meia-entrada. É pessoal, a vida tá fácil pra ninguém não. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E daí você me pergunta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;por que é que eu sou tão calado, não falo de amor quase nada..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. AHAM! Anyway, o que eu estava falando? Ah, e daí você me pergunta:  E EU COM ISSO??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu sei, eu sei, as nossas crises existenciais não lhe dizem respeito, mas quem tem crise existencial não se importa se você se importa, entende? E atualmente, nossa maior dúvida é:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;COMO ASSIM  "ÚLTIMAS SEMANAS DE CAMINHOS DAS ÍNDIAS????!!11!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SpWjTUQstuI/AAAAAAAAAYY/8PbVwEUcnK4/s400/HomeAlone2003.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 389px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374381282588145378" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como assim, gente, como assim?? Que idéia de jerico é essa? Como pode terminar a novela? Como a gente vai ficar sem o Raj?! E o Gopal - ah, o Gopal que é MAIOR QUE A VIDA! (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"a senhora já ouviu falar em silenciador?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"), e a Anousha, não vai fugir com o pequeno dalit?? E a Ana Furtado, conseguirá ela aprender a díficil arte de atuar em telenovelas????? E a Dona Melissa, vai ganhar uma estátua como ÍDOLA MOR?? A GENTE PRECISA SABER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ainda não decidimos como iremos fazer pra nos recupera dessa. Eu, pessoalmente, tenho visto as chamadas para a próxima novela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Viver a vida"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; - SERÁ que é do Manoel Carlos?- e pelamordedels que coisa mais sem graça e sem sal é essa? Um banco de novos-ricos e milionários passeando pelo Leblon e jantando em algum restaurante fino. Acho que já vi isso antes. Acho que não mais estar ocupada no msn todos os dias utéis depois das 21h. Não vai ter Maya, nem Raj, nem Shanti ♥♥, nem pequeno dalit, Dona Melissa espancando gente, Dona Norminha ajeitando o sutiã. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:'(   ad infinitum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vamos ver o que eles vão nos dar em troca??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SpWqdzUQ2VI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Ep3gIqn2VgY/s400/1.bmp" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374389159304681810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, então a Tais Araújo é a mais nove Helena do Manuel Carlos, e como protagonista da novela ela foi na coletiva de imprensa vestida de... maria chiquita? Sério, perto da riqueza toda da Alinne Moraes, elatá mais pra Sheila do que pra Dona Melissa. Quero ver esse vestido de perto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SpWqeNxBEMI/AAAAAAAAAYo/PNy29W75uFc/s400/6.bmp" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374389166404604098" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! Dels, faça com que isso seja uma calça, por favor, e não um shorts, POR.FAVOR. Se for uma calça, pelo menos ela passa um pouquinho menos de vergonha do lado da Alinne e da Giovanna, que oi, é você mesmo Giovanna? Rindo, assim? Glamrock chique, assim? Quero todo esse conjunto, náu! As coisas até que estão melhorando, né?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SpWqfWBwngI/AAAAAAAAAZA/gr0RVehgLvc/s1600-h/3.bmp" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SpWqfWBwngI/AAAAAAAAAZA/gr0RVehgLvc/s400/3.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374389185802182146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Camila gatynhaaaaaaa!!! Sério, gente, olha  cara de quem se olhou no espelho antes de sair e falou "mel dels, tô *gata* hoje". Eu sempre acreditei no potencial da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Manuela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  Camila. E agora ela tá usando tudo que eu absolutamente amo: saia de cós alto, cabelão ruivo e chacheado, top básico e colar de ryka. Meninas, copiem. Letícia, você fica mais legal de paquita do que de tolaha de banho, fik dik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SpWqfEIs1fI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Hebw_a9V7k4/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SpWqfEIs1fI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Hebw_a9V7k4/s400/4.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374389180999456242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ESSE É PRA SER O SUBSTITUTO DO RAJ?!!! Dizendo coisas como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"ah, eu deixo o vento me levar..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, ao invés &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"vamos construir nosso amor juntos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;???? Dels não deixe isso ser verdade!! E lenço palestino? Sério? Sério mesmo? Gente, DEU. DE. LENÇO. PA.LES.TI.NO. Entenderam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SpWqerQphEI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lrLDPWTbvng/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SpWqerQphEI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lrLDPWTbvng/s400/2.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374389174321906754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lília, minha mãe é cinco anos mais velha que você, e além de parecer mais nova, ela tem um arsenal fantástico de maquiagem e não usaria esse vestido nem pra ir no mais informal dos jantares, quem dirá coletiva de imprensa. COLOR, PLEASE! E Christine.... a sandália tá podeosa, mas se a Letícia não ficou gatynha usando uma toalha de banho, o que a fez pensar que você fcaria bem enrolada numa toalha de mesa?? E mais ou menos quantas latas de spray você gastou? E A CAMADA DE OZÔNIO, CHRISTINE?? Cadê sua consciência ambiental, hein??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SpWwpQDtUNI/AAAAAAAAAZI/RfJBAVlwI1E/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SpWwpQDtUNI/AAAAAAAAAZI/RfJBAVlwI1E/s400/5.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374395953068200146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu me recuso a falar sobre shorts socias MAIS UMA VEZ. Ô praga que não vai embora. E.... Buba, é você? O que aconteceu? Quanto você tentou virar a Kate Moss - e falhou de uma maneira monumental? O que é esse vestido? Só eu que estou com medo??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gente, preciso de uma segunda opinião! Baseados nessa fotos, o que você acham dessa nova "novela"? (novela sem aspas é só Caminhos das Índias). Vai valer a pena ver de novo? Me digam, gente, apaziguem a minha angústia!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SpWwpyXr6aI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/MeZ-ebXi3C8/s1600-h/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SpWwpyXr6aI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/MeZ-ebXi3C8/s400/7.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374395962278799778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bom, julgando pelas caras do próprio elenco.... vou ali me atirar no Ganges e não volto nunca mais, tic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&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/1207562714502517362-523163783426364863?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/523163783426364863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=523163783426364863&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/523163783426364863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/523163783426364863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2009/08/once-more-with-feeling.html' title='Once more with feeling'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SpWjTUQstuI/AAAAAAAAAYY/8PbVwEUcnK4/s72-c/HomeAlone2003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-6087872052957827040</id><published>2009-06-11T21:44:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:41:49.603-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Bolena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ugly Betty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inútil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pingente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brega'/><title type='text'>Aproveitando o ensejo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;(...) do último post, fui OBRIGADA a fazer uma pequena observação que você, caro(a) leitor(a), já deve ter percebido. Mas nós, do MTJD, não sabemos a resposta. (do we?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porque diabos a  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ugly Betty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (America Ferrera) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SjG1DvsFmcI/AAAAAAAAAWw/vFer7XslQwE/s400/betty.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346253308611107266" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;usa um colar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;IGUAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; ao da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ana Bolena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SjG0jlnZbII/AAAAAAAAAWg/orvqHu9HVMI/s400/annebolyen.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346252756151266434" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- além do óbvio, a letra "B" de "Betty"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Será que é apenas uma (infeliz) coincidência de pingente mais brega ever? (mas, se você gostar, pode comprar um igual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theanneboleynfiles.com/products-page/anne-boleyn-b-necklace/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;OU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Será que tem a ver com namoradinho dela *so-wannabe-Clark-geek-Kent*:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SjG4MnvTTlI/AAAAAAAAAXA/n-7M4e7Mm0A/s400/Henry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346256759630810706" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; e a história dele com a noiva-whatever e a Betty ser a "other girl"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Delz, que dúvida...eu duvido que o script tenha previsto isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acho que isso é só para deixar o público de Ugly Betty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SjG_zdKLJ5I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/8brX5sKCYR8/s400/Betty_Tenso.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346265123387025298" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-6087872052957827040?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/6087872052957827040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=6087872052957827040&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/6087872052957827040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/6087872052957827040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2009/06/aproveitando-o-ensejo.html' title='Aproveitando o ensejo...'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SjG1DvsFmcI/AAAAAAAAAWw/vFer7XslQwE/s72-c/betty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-57301823001006372</id><published>2009-06-09T17:11:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:50:08.776-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida imita a arte (?!)</title><content type='html'>Quem me conhece bem sabe que meu seriado favorito é o INCRÍVEL(...mente insosso) Law &amp;amp; Order – SVU, até porque sofrer com a morte de mulheres vítimas de violência é comigo mesmo, mas poucos e bons sabem qual é meu segundo seriado favorito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio filmes de época e coisas do gênero, mas The Tudors é uma série que me SUGA pra tevê de uma maneira que não tem como explicar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A história é velha e você já conhece, o Rei Henrique comia Maria (a amante ingênua), ficou afim de Ana (a irmã maligna) e fez o diabo pra separar da esposa, que não era nenhuma das duas (e eu sinceramente não sei o nome da pessoa e você também não, então vamos chamar de Rainha Who?, ok) e para que isso acontecesse o miguxo ficou de mal com o Papa e criou uma nova igreja, a Anglicana. Taí um cara FLEXÍVEL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como a vida é feita de cagadas, alguém teve a idéia GENIAL de fazer um filme com a mesma história da série e basicamente jogou a emoção de uma telespectadora afoita no lixo ao resumir toda a história em 2h, no longa A Outra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seriado é estrelado pelo hiperventilante garoto-propaganda Hugo Boss, Jonathan Rhys Myers e o filme conta com atrizes por-que-não-nasci-assim como Scarlet Joahnsson e Natalie Portman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, até aí tudo lindo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fato é que num momento de ócio vital eu me peguei pensando: mas será mesmo que Ana Bolena dava esse caldo todo? Rei Henrique usava Hugo Boss? Maria Bolena teria potencial para queridinha do Wood Allen na época?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinco minutos de Wikipédia foram necessários para o tira-teima. Após encontrar as fotos e retratos fiéis dos envolvidos, te convido:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONFERE COMIGO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345426846146113858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Si7FZTFgMUI/AAAAAAAAAVg/VVNCBGLoWDo/s400/scarlet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A sedutora Maria Bolena - checked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345431613814022418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Si7Ju0CHIRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Ka9ORbZRLtk/s400/maria+bolena.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;???!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345427890616480850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Si7GWGCpNFI/AAAAAAAAAVw/hlrD1V3MRT4/s400/johnatan+ryan+myers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O irresistível Rei Henrique VIII - checked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345427579637984018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Si7GD_jl6xI/AAAAAAAAAVo/R4omzPcI-tQ/s400/henrique+viii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WTF?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Si7E_juFeTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/UsIz5pebiDE/s1600-h/natalie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345426403934697778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Si7E_juFeTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/UsIz5pebiDE/s400/natalie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ana, a mulher que virou a cabeça do rei - checked!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345426167291901506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Si7ExyKC9kI/AAAAAAAAAVI/eWlHRA5UCok/s400/ana+bolena.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ãhn, NÃO!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Resumo da ópera: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TU-DO BRO-THER DE SAN-GUE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&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/1207562714502517362-57301823001006372?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/57301823001006372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=57301823001006372&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/57301823001006372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/57301823001006372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2009/06/vida-imita-arte.html' title='A vida imita a arte (?!)'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Si7FZTFgMUI/AAAAAAAAAVg/VVNCBGLoWDo/s72-c/scarlet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-5845103779878206633</id><published>2009-04-21T10:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:51:41.372-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aguardem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sim sim sim a gente sabe que o blog infelizmente anda às moscas. Mas sabe como é, Mygusha está mais loira e do outro lado da fronteira, sendo importunada por coelhos e ladras de headphones, Miuxapop está num momento &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"where the hell is my life going?!"&lt;/span&gt;, e Holly, bem a Holly está sempre nesse momento. A diferença é que agora ela virou gente séria e tem um steady job além da faculdade e  - alegria infinda - a monografia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas! Nem tudo está perdido:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Se3H7vKNzfI/AAAAAAAAAU4/M46HrUbv9lU/s1600-h/anu_abr20_5colx35cm11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Se3H7vKNzfI/AAAAAAAAAU4/M46HrUbv9lU/s400/anu_abr20_5colx35cm11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327133763334688242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ano passado, a maldade ficou só entre a Holly, a Miuxa e um café quentinho, mas esse ano vamos bloggar ao vivo - que chique! - direto do Monet Plaza Shopping - que chique [2] - contando todos os equívocos e os deslizes cometidos por lá. Mas a gente promete contar as coisas legais também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então anotem aí no seu caderninho que dias 4 e 5 estaremos de volta à ativa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjs da terra gelada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Regina George &lt;/strike&gt;  Holly, Miuxa e Mygusha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!! E teremos a super participação especial da &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/raisascariot"&gt;Raisa&lt;/a&gt;!! Sinceramente, sou mais dela do que da Paola Oliveira, the poor man's Rachel McAdams.&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/1207562714502517362-5845103779878206633?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/5845103779878206633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=5845103779878206633&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/5845103779878206633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/5845103779878206633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2009/04/aguardem.html' title='Aguardem!'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/Se3H7vKNzfI/AAAAAAAAAU4/M46HrUbv9lU/s72-c/anu_abr20_5colx35cm11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-3125753860512538308</id><published>2009-02-23T11:02:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:31:57.611-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oscar night'/><title type='text'>Agora, a parte mais importante da noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Então. Mais uma vez, a Academia atestou que o melhor do cinema americano está.... fora dos Estados Unidos. Ano passado, o Oscar foi praticamente da Europa, e esse ano só deu a Índia (nos prêmios principais só deu Estados Unidos em um, melhor ator para Sean Penn). Daqui a pouco Bollywood toma conta do mundo. Mas! Tudo isso já foi comentado ontem à noite, com o nossa zuper cobertura que incluiu uma Miuxapop bêbada, uma Holly com internet temperamental e um pouco de champagne e particpação especial do Rafa e do Simões. Carnaval? O que é isso? Onde se compra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos passar então, pra parte mais importante da noite? Weeee it's party time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SaKucvTfuYI/AAAAAAAAAT4/B6nJsWvCzWk/s1600-h/robert-pattinson-2009-oscars-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SaKucvTfuYI/AAAAAAAAAT4/B6nJsWvCzWk/s400/robert-pattinson-2009-oscars-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305995119753673090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;RPattz fazendo sua parte pra deixar a noite mais bonita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro, the pretty shiny things. Confesso que ontem falei que achei o vestido da Anne sem gracinha. Mas isso foi porque as primeiras fotos eram pequenas e com resolução terrível. Quando eu fui fazer a ronda do red carpet hoje de manhã, me deparei com isso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SaKvtm-8DoI/AAAAAAAAAUA/bYqq79XdzPU/s1600-h/anne-hathaway-2009-oscars-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SaKvtm-8DoI/AAAAAAAAAUA/bYqq79XdzPU/s400/anne-hathaway-2009-oscars-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305996509089369730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu *realmente* quero acreditar quando as pessoas dizem que eu sou parecida com a Anne porque, oi, dá pra ser mais linda? Maquiagem impecável, cabelo preso sem parecer "senhora-da-sociedade-indo-tomar-chá-no- Palace" (vide Angelina Jolie SEMPRE) e como ela conseguiu não ficar apagada com um vestido que é praticamente da mesma cor da pele dela eu não sei. Queria muito saber de que tecido ele foi feito. Vejam melhor o efeito do brilho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SaKvtowhILI/AAAAAAAAAUI/C7FUQ3K4FQU/s1600-h/anne-hathaway-2009-oscars-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SaKvtowhILI/AAAAAAAAAUI/C7FUQ3K4FQU/s400/anne-hathaway-2009-oscars-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305996509565755570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O vestido é Armani Privé, que é a linha haute couture da Armani. Uma coisa, assim, super simples, super acessível. Se você quiser um, tem que pedir, porque essa linha não é vendida em nenhuma loja. Bora ligar pro Giorgio e pedir um vestido pra formatura? Ué, se a Kirsten Dunst usou Valentino pra formatura de 2º grau, porque eu não posso usar Armani pra formatura da faculdade? Ah é, não tenho dinheiros! *facepalm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SaKvuBHLSZI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/MAxPnJO36gA/s1600-h/anne-hathaway-2009-oscars-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SaKvuBHLSZI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/MAxPnJO36gA/s400/anne-hathaway-2009-oscars-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305996516103244178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Último comentário: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;WANTS IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, o que teve de branco no red carpet não foi brincadeira. E quase todo mundo que escolheu a cor também acertou no vestido. O segundo melhor vestido (in my very humble opinion), foi da Marisa Tomei, que abraçou o elegante exagero que o Oscar pede:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SaK3lz6qQII/AAAAAAAAAUY/BbURS7JHzLA/s1600-h/marisa-tomei-2009-oscars-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SaK3lz6qQII/AAAAAAAAAUY/BbURS7JHzLA/s400/marisa-tomei-2009-oscars-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306005171215155330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Só podia ser Versace. Meu sonho é um dia usar um vestidão com uma cauda assim. Nem precisa ser Versace. Pode ser Chanel, também? Alías, alguém viu Chanel ontem à noite? *mental note: look into that*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SaK47YiYgqI/AAAAAAAAAUg/t2ScR2p4KfU/s1600-h/84979513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SaK47YiYgqI/AAAAAAAAAUg/t2ScR2p4KfU/s400/84979513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306006641334321826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria uma foto melhor da Tina Fey ontem. Na tv, ela estava LINDA. E se alguém descobrir de quem é esse vestido, favor avisar! Eleito 3º melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E só pra fazer um contraponto, um branco sem-gracinha entre tantos outros lindos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SaK6tC52upI/AAAAAAAAAUo/OoHtHpn6qf0/s1600-h/jennifer-aniston-2009-oscars-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SaK6tC52upI/AAAAAAAAAUo/OoHtHpn6qf0/s400/jennifer-aniston-2009-oscars-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306008594032278162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, Jen. Por que você faz isso comigo? Eu tive saco de acompanhar toda a saga Ross-Rachel, que lá pela 6ª temporada já tava um bocejo, não falei nada quando você decidiu ir pra Paris e nem falou com quem a Emma ia ficar! Tipo, a grande preocupação era você ir embora e deixar o Ross, mas E A SUA FILHA, eu pergunto? E ainda te apoiei quando você se separou, quase comprei uma camiseta "Team Aniston", assisti "The breakup" e até achei engraçadinho... então porque essa mania de fazer eu falar "aaaaffe" toda vez que você sai de casa? Eu tava apostando que você iria - MAIS UMA VEZ - aparecer de preto, então, ok, você ganha alguns pontos por mudar de cor. Mas... não dava pra prender o cabelo uma vez na vida, ou pelo menos fazer uma maquiagem condizente com a noite? Sério, tô desistindo de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por enquanto, ficamos por aqui. Logo mais a parte ainda mais divertida, Miuxapop detonando os piores vestidos da noite. E mais, shiny pretty things, assim que eu acabar minha ronda do red carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO, Holly&lt;br /&gt;(o penúltimo episódio de gossip girl acabou de baixar weeeee!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SaK-PJDVUPI/AAAAAAAAAUw/YulCGupr7Oo/s1600-h/robert-pattinson-2009-oscars-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SaK-PJDVUPI/AAAAAAAAAUw/YulCGupr7Oo/s400/robert-pattinson-2009-oscars-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306012478333079794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bjs, stalk me and I'll ask you out for dinner!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*true story: uma fã ficou dias acampada numa árvore do lado da casa dele, e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; doido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  simpático do jeito que ele é, ficou com pena e levou ela pra jantar. Como terminou? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I just complained about everything in my life and she never came back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Gente. Atoron conversar sobre a injustiça que é essa vida? RPattz, ME LIGA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1207562714502517362-3125753860512538308?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/3125753860512538308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=3125753860512538308&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/3125753860512538308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/3125753860512538308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2009/02/agora-parte-mais-importante-da-noite.html' title='Agora, a parte mais importante da noite'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SaKucvTfuYI/AAAAAAAAAT4/B6nJsWvCzWk/s72-c/robert-pattinson-2009-oscars-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-2995996300794809054</id><published>2009-02-22T19:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:48:27.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.coveritlive.com/index2.php/option=com_altcaster/task=viewaltcast/altcast_code=8b93ce2ba1/height=550/width=400" scrolling="no" height="550px" width="450px" frameBorder ="0" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coveritlive.com/mobile.php?option=com_mobile&amp;task=viewaltcast&amp;altcast_code=8b93ce2ba1" &gt;Live Blogging Oscar 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-2995996300794809054?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/2995996300794809054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=2995996300794809054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/2995996300794809054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/2995996300794809054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2009/02/live-blogging-oscar-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-7073553975385202906</id><published>2009-02-16T15:15:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:28:16.152-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mygusha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fineza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carnaval'/><title type='text'>Especial de Carnaval MTJD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;Carnaval 2009&lt;/strong&gt; vem chegando e com ele o mau gosto geral da nação brasileira paira no ar. A parte boa é que certamente as fotos do Ego vão render muito post pro &lt;strong&gt;Minha Tia Já Dizia&lt;/strong&gt;, mas a parte ruim (e predominante) é que nossos olhos vão arder diariamente por mais de uma semana. Desde já, a equipe de sobrinhas MTJD mostra o que não vestir e por que, lembrando que nesta época do ano fica a dúvida cruel: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pra que julgar mulheres nuas na passarela do samba se vestidas estariam muito piores?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E para abrir com chave de ouro o &lt;strong&gt;Especial de Carnaval MTJD "Avisa que não ficou bom"&lt;/strong&gt;, nada melhor do que uma não-celebridade. Iris (who?) Stefanelli mostra em grande estilo o que não vestir, ao menos que seja um baile a fantasia e você queira parecer um bombom Amor Carioca. A cereja do bolo fica por conta da sandália a la Alexandre o Grande dou-ra-da, um ícone do não-vestir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303460899850029458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SZmtlue8CZI/AAAAAAAAATo/eN8e1bMdbf4/s400/naovestir.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suor, farol aceso, gladiadora e vermelho pomba-gira? ARRASEI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-7073553975385202906?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/7073553975385202906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=7073553975385202906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/7073553975385202906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/7073553975385202906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2009/02/especial-de-carnaval-mtjd.html' title='Especial de Carnaval MTJD'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SZmtlue8CZI/AAAAAAAAATo/eN8e1bMdbf4/s72-c/naovestir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-2079421941081206642</id><published>2009-02-03T11:09:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:15:00.632-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Repeat, repeat, repeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu sabia que tinha guardado essa foto no Neville* por algum motivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SYhCzLth_hI/AAAAAAAAATg/jJVe8SpwtQ0/s1600-h/petit.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SYhCzLth_hI/AAAAAAAAATg/jJVe8SpwtQ0/s400/petit.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298558408685911570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E não foi devido à toalha de banco usada pela socialite Ana Paula (ô profissão boa essa! Confesso que também quero), nem por Fernanda Barbosa (who?) achando que tem 15 anos ou 15 quilos** a menos pra sair por aí com esse vestido -  e *ousada* bolsa turquesa? Morri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas não foi por isso não. Foi porque eu me apaixonei por esse cinto da Julia Petit. E, pelo jeito, ela também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SYhCy1eo-wI/AAAAAAAAATY/Ooad5UT1N3o/s1600-h/20090128112357_64623_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SYhCy1eo-wI/AAAAAAAAATY/Ooad5UT1N3o/s400/20090128112357_64623_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298558402717874946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Confesso que sempre gostei da Julia Petit, mesmo antes dela virar alguém na noite. E nem preciso dizer que sempre gostei dela por um motivo muito simples. Julia, preciso saber o número da sua tinta de cabeloooooo!! Sim, porque se essa cor for natural corto relações. Acho justo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas, agora, gosto ainda mais. Julia, estou com você. É claro que ela tem muito mais dinheiros do que eu, que *preciso* reinventar meu armário, e portanto repito repito repito peças de roupa. Hoje, por exemplo, eu estou usando uma saia preta de cetim que eu mandei fazer no molde de uma outra saia preta de cetim que eu comprei por dez dinheiros (!!) e usei até a morte, alternando blusas, sapatos e acessórios. Curinga total. Usava (e agora vou usar a nova) desde pra ir na faculdade às 9h da manhã (não trabalho com pontualidade pra aula) até sair à noite. Atoron. Hoje coloquei uma regata branca com ela. Super versátil. Apesar de eu estar me sentindo com 9 anos, indo pro recital de música (esse era o nosso uniforme,e também do método Suzuki de violino, que me traumatizou pro resto da vida, por favor não me convide pra um recital de violino, por favor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas então. Julia sabe o valor de uma peça curinga, e por isso eu gosto dela. Ta nem aí que esse cinto não é nada discreto e ela aparece com ele na Caras. Ela ama, ela usa. E pontos extras por usar uma anágua por baixo do vestido de tricô. Amo anáguas. Quase tanto quanto usar vestidos longos nos bailes de formatura e subir a escada vermelha das Dores levantando a barra. Diva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Nevile é o meu querido e amado note, sem o qual eu não vivo. Pra quem não pegou a referência, Neville vem de Neville Longbottom, personagem dos livros de Harry Potter que começa como um menino atrapalhado, desmemoriado, meio que super devagar, assim como meu computador antigo. Mas depois de sete anos, bum! Neville vira badass e todas as garotas querem passear com ele, assim como meu fofo e lindo note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;** Não estou dando uma de Isabeli Fontana aqui. Só não uso vestidos grudados no quadril com leggings ew ew ew) nem espandex por um motivo – eu sei que o fica bem pro meu tipo de corpo, ora bolas. Vou usar alguma coisa só porque tá na moda não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/1207562714502517362-2079421941081206642?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/2079421941081206642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=2079421941081206642&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/2079421941081206642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/2079421941081206642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2009/02/repeat-repeat-repeat.html' title='Repeat, repeat, repeat'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SYhCzLth_hI/AAAAAAAAATg/jJVe8SpwtQ0/s72-c/petit.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-2060970215809477490</id><published>2009-01-14T02:01:00.013-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T02:32:42.064-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penelope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mygusha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fineza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sobrinhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make'/><title type='text'>Finas de farmácia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Confesso que nós, sobrinhas, não nascemos com pele de celebridade ou mesmo cílios da Minnie Mouse. Mesmo assim, não topamos gastar os tubos com maquiagem pra viver dia e noite com aquela vibe de massa corrida na cara. Entretanto, vale dizer: honestas, sim. Cara limpa, JAMAIS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290999589259808914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SW1oF_CRkJI/AAAAAAAAASk/LMANVkg8hJM/s400/penelope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se nem eu saio sem um corretivo amygo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;prq as sobrinhas sairiam?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E é nesse clima de sinceridade que decidimos compartilhar nosso must-have de cada dia, aquele ítem by mercadinho da esquina que faz toda a diferença. Nós, humildes discípulas do &lt;a href="http://vendenafarmacia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vende na Farmácia?&lt;/a&gt;, abrimos as bolsas e gavetas mais secretas pra mostrar que nem só de língua afiada é feita uma sobrinha. Minha tia já dizia: beleza pode até não ser fundamental, mas maquiagem... ah, isso é! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bora fazer a fina no TOP5 das sobrinhas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290998292951690930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SW1m6h6VbrI/AAAAAAAAASM/IhSWSfFxLEw/s400/novo-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290998641497834018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SW1nO0WNgiI/AAAAAAAAASU/mcpCdSZcMmw/s400/novo-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290999006911230162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SW1nkFnjcNI/AAAAAAAAASc/0Wj46JBVydk/s400/novo-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-2060970215809477490?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/2060970215809477490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=2060970215809477490&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/2060970215809477490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/2060970215809477490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2009/01/finas-de-farmcia.html' title='Finas de farmácia'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SW1oF_CRkJI/AAAAAAAAASk/LMANVkg8hJM/s72-c/penelope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-6758336795885447881</id><published>2009-01-13T19:51:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:55:16.588-02:00</updated><title type='text'>R.S.V.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SW00oJ-wsHI/AAAAAAAAARk/2epTfxsoKxY/s1600-h/imagem.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SW00oJ-wsHI/AAAAAAAAARk/2epTfxsoKxY/s400/imagem.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290943001708769394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando eu me visto bem assim vocês nem reparam que eu estou quase sumindo de tão magra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estréias de mini séries, novelas, peças de teatro e similares sempre me assustaram. Não entendo muito bem eventos dessa magnitude em que não definem o traje no convite. É esporte, é social, vou de calça jeans, vestido longo? Quem já presenciou uma coitada de vestido de *formatura* num coquetel onde a grande maioria vestia no máximo uma calça social sabe do que eu estou falando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E isso sempre acontece nesse eventos "globais". Fulaninha perde o dia inteiro no salão, horas na frente do espelho e quando chega – ta lá a Sicrana de calça jeans. Destestável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o que deve ter pensado a Juliana Paes, ao ver o estilo dessas moças na festa de lançamento de Caminho das Índias, nova novela das &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"&gt;não-me-importa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Vejamos Letícia Sabatella:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SW00o0UpddI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EtefD-AXd4w/s1600-h/imagem3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SW00o0UpddI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EtefD-AXd4w/s400/imagem3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290943013074859474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letícia, eu sei que você mora no campo, acorda todo dias ás 5h da manhã a abraça todas as árvores do seu quintal pra absorver um pouco de energia positiva, mas filha – quando você sai do mato, por favor, troque de roupa! Pode até ser que essa calça jeans furada da Colcci 1994 e essa... hum, ok, vamos chamar de "blusa", pode até ser que esses itens tenham sido intencionais, mas não há cristo que me faça acreditar que você não usa essas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;botinas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pra capinar há mais ou menos uns cinco anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já Cléo Pires e ... Regina Filange,  saíram do shopping direto pra festa. Ninguém mandou esquecer do horário!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SW00oZ1JUpI/AAAAAAAAARs/gXXCaqMS47U/s1600-h/imagem1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SW00oZ1JUpI/AAAAAAAAARs/gXXCaqMS47U/s400/imagem1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290943005963408018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E ainda fazem pose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bom, mas o ruim da gente guardar as fotos e não o link é que volta e meia tem pessoas que a gente não faz mínima idéia de quem seja, então infelizmente eu não posso sentar com a moça aí debaixo e explicar pra ela que, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;se wide belt já não era lá essas coisas em 2006, peloamordedeus, já é 2009, give it uuuuup!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SW00oYAYzPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/6JFtAD_3DCw/s1600-h/imagem2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SW00oYAYzPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/6JFtAD_3DCw/s400/imagem2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290943005473688818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a Sílvinha Buarque está linda. Atoron florais, e o caimento do vestido tá perfeito pra ela. E essas botas? Amei, quero pra mim. Tenho um vestido de cetim que combina muito com elas. Queria saber como ela fez essa maquiagem – tão discreta, e tão perfeita. Silvinha já sei, vamos marcar um dia na casa do teu pai pra conversarmos, ok? Bjmeliga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-6758336795885447881?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/6758336795885447881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=6758336795885447881&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/6758336795885447881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/6758336795885447881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2009/01/rsvp.html' title='R.S.V.P.'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SW00oJ-wsHI/AAAAAAAAARk/2epTfxsoKxY/s72-c/imagem.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-1207875495164309289</id><published>2009-01-13T14:12:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:40:05.428-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mygusha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mulher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancia'/><title type='text'>Mau gosto? Confere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trecho de entrevista da Mulher Melancia para o site Ego, da Globo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EGO:&lt;/strong&gt; Não sente nenhum pudor em ficar nua? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MULHER MELANCIA: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu prefiro ficar nua do que com roupa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290813732816147442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SWy_Dt1D0_I/AAAAAAAAARM/yq-JwCRjSm4/s400/mulh1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nudez 1 x 0 Roupa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290815043657658546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SWzAQBGB8LI/AAAAAAAAARU/S0rYFmd6K-0/s400/mulh2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nudez 2 x 0 Roupa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290815793817994226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SWzA7rqMQ_I/AAAAAAAAARc/Aa-_xGDfZiU/s400/mulher3.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nudez 3 x 0 Roupa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Enfins, o que dizer? A gente também prefere você sem roupa, mygusha! Vá lá, nada pode ser pior!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-1207875495164309289?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/1207875495164309289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=1207875495164309289&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/1207875495164309289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/1207875495164309289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2009/01/mau-gosto-confere.html' title='Mau gosto? Confere!'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SWy_Dt1D0_I/AAAAAAAAARM/yq-JwCRjSm4/s72-c/mulh1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-3300839320163241206</id><published>2009-01-08T14:55:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:02:15.231-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Da arte de ofender as pessoas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas não daquela espécie fina, que nós adoramos, cujo responsável é nosso eu satírico. Não não. Isso a gente qualifica como ofensa OFENSA mesmo. Daquelas que te dá vergonha alheia, pelas duas partes. Ou vai dizer que você sente vergonha pela Coco Chanel, mesmo ela não estando viva pra ver isso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SWYwlucXsFI/AAAAAAAAARE/8J3OAQtZi6A/s1600-h/heidi-montag-chanel-fingernails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SWYwlucXsFI/AAAAAAAAARE/8J3OAQtZi6A/s400/heidi-montag-chanel-fingernails.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288968237073543250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E vai dizer que você não MORRE de vergonha pela Heidi, que sai assim na rua e acha que tá *arrasando*&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Coco revirou no túmulo. Certeza. E Lagerfeld rogou praga. Olha que pega!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-3300839320163241206?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/3300839320163241206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=3300839320163241206&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/3300839320163241206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/3300839320163241206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2009/01/da-arte-de-ofender-as-pessoas.html' title='Da arte de ofender as pessoas'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SWYwlucXsFI/AAAAAAAAARE/8J3OAQtZi6A/s72-c/heidi-montag-chanel-fingernails.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-3359421502635535586</id><published>2009-01-08T14:29:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:51:20.165-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inverno'/><title type='text'>Só pra avisar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...que o invero chegou em GossipGirl *hiperventila* Sim! Acabou o verão e com ele se foram os.. hum.. bronzeados do elenco, a maquiagem "natural" da Leighton e seu cabelo marrom cor de burro quando foge. Ainda não voltou ao preto de antes, mas a gente chega lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sem falar que inverno significa casacos, mantas, luvas, chapéus e tudo mais que nos faz mais felizes. Agora, por uma hora, a gente pode ligar o ar-condicionado em 15ºC, se tapar com o edredon e fazer de conta que não estamos em pleno verão nesse país tropical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SWYsZUlipSI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FWZ-HpGVfYs/s1600-h/blake-lively-leighton-meester-central-park-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SWYsZUlipSI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FWZ-HpGVfYs/s400/blake-lively-leighton-meester-central-park-21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288963625927746850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Amigaaa! Achei que a gente já tinha conversado sobre essas botas! Você quer ser banida da escada do MET?? Tira essas Ugs, amiga!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SWYsbKWnBxI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Iho5ybMJdcE/s1600-h/blake-lively-leighton-meester-central-park-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SWYsbKWnBxI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Iho5ybMJdcE/s400/blake-lively-leighton-meester-central-park-13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288963657540503314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"E você, com essa bota caramelo piriguete de bico REDONDO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-3359421502635535586?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/3359421502635535586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=3359421502635535586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/3359421502635535586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/3359421502635535586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2009/01/s-pra-avisar.html' title='Só pra avisar...'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SWYsZUlipSI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FWZ-HpGVfYs/s72-c/blake-lively-leighton-meester-central-park-21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-5005555598888759644</id><published>2009-01-07T14:34:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:11:12.249-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taylor momsen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dakota fanning'/><title type='text'>Age appropriate, comofas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É impressão minha, ou a Dakota Fanning tá ficando a cara da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1086543/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amanda Seyfried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SWTeW9xAX6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/VAw_kYyR4J0/s1600-h/dakota.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SWTeW9xAX6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/VAw_kYyR4J0/s400/dakota.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288596348558401442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sim, porque só ganhar milhões e fazer filmes com Sean Penn e Tom Cruise pré-sofá da Oprah se você também pode desafiar Lady Murphy e não passar de criança bonitinha à adulta "simpática"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vendo essa e outras fotos dela em premieres, meu sonho é que ela esbarre na Little J. e explique pra ela como uma menina de QUATORZE anos deve se vestir:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SWTfppiYOvI/AAAAAAAAAQk/iuCsX5KNsw0/s1600-h/4b90d82bd1328e41_taylor-momsen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SWTfppiYOvI/AAAAAAAAAQk/iuCsX5KNsw0/s400/4b90d82bd1328e41_taylor-momsen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288597769057483506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Courtney Love's Mini-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Taylor, tô nem aí que você assinou contrato com a IGM Models, isso não te dá permissão pra sair assim na rua. Mini vestido metálico com&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; buracos&lt;/span&gt;, corte de cabelo a la groupie dos anos 80, delineador preto beirando Amy.... e vou aceitar que isso é uma meia-calça, e não uma legging. Informação demais. Vai lavar a cara e pegar um vestido da Dakota emprestado, humkay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-5005555598888759644?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/5005555598888759644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=5005555598888759644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/5005555598888759644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/5005555598888759644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2009/01/coerncia-comofas.html' title='Age appropriate, comofas?'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SWTeW9xAX6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/VAw_kYyR4J0/s72-c/dakota.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-6136171902574590592</id><published>2009-01-04T14:35:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:28:14.460-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to bete'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dita von teese'/><title type='text'>Musa, define:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SWDm8iD_4FI/AAAAAAAAAPs/mns6l__Hy9c/s1600-h/dita-von-teese-36th-birthday-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SWDm8iD_4FI/AAAAAAAAAPs/mns6l__Hy9c/s400/dita-von-teese-36th-birthday-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287479890143076434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Fala a verdade, você quer herdar o meu armário."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pra quem não conhece (shame on you!) Dita Von Teese (cujo nome verdadeiro é - wait for it - Heather&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sweet&lt;/span&gt;) é uma artista burlesca  americana - o que é uma desculpa pra usar muitos espartilhos e fazer shows a la Moulin Rouge. O "burlesco" anda na moda lá nos States. Lembram quando Chuck Bass comprou uma boate burlesca na primeira temporada de Gossip Girl? Pois é. Tá na moda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mas  a gente (eu? com três pessoas postando no blog, nem sempre dá tempo de confirmar a opinião de todo mundo. Democracy FAIL) gosta tanto da Dita por outros motivos. O principal, é que ninguém se veste como ela. Natalie Portman e Anne Hathaway podem ter um armário de matar a gente de inveja, mas isso no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;red carpet&lt;/span&gt;. Na rua, pra ir na esquina comprar pão, ninguém se veste como Dita. Acho que posso falar por mim (Holly) e pela Miuxapop que essa não é uma arte fácil. Claro que, embora numa escala BEM menor do que da Dita, a gente também gosta de &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desafiar o sistema&lt;/span&gt; e sair por aí que nem umas bonequinhas só para ir logo ali, run errands. E dá-lhe olhares tortos na rua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Por isso, essa delcaração da Dita me faz tão feliz:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "I know the picture the paparazzi want is me coming out of Starbucks in jeans with my hair all messy, but that’s just not going to happen. I just think that when you take a minute to look your best, you get what you want. And I pretty much get what I want.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que você quer, amigam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SWDtWE9CsYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/-4zV5MK971c/s1600-h/dita-von-teese-trashy-lingerie-05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SWDtWE9CsYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/-4zV5MK971c/s400/dita-von-teese-trashy-lingerie-05.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287486926075638146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SWDtVhZr6HI/AAAAAAAAAP8/vVSXkDu31h8/s1600-h/dita-von-teese-fornarina-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SWDtVhZr6HI/AAAAAAAAAP8/vVSXkDu31h8/s400/dita-von-teese-fornarina-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287486916532103282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SWDtVMA_mJI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Kxkg4_PXc2g/s1600-h/dita-von-teese-pilates-flexible-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SWDtVMA_mJI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Kxkg4_PXc2g/s400/dita-von-teese-pilates-flexible-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287486910791391378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;MUSA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você já viu Anne ou Natalie assim na rua? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A única que também poderia se encaixar nessa categoria seria Vicky,  mas vamos combinar - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;se tem alguém que domina a arte de passar horas na frente do espelho e ainda assim sair na rua assustanco criancinhas, esse alguém é Mrs. Beckhman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E só pra não ficar só nos post lindos e cuddly:&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://celebrities.ninemsn.com.au/blog.aspx?showcomments=true&amp;amp;blogentryid=268757"&gt; Kate Perry: fashion designer? &lt;/a&gt;CORRÃO. CORRÃO MUITO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SWDwW0r4imI/AAAAAAAAAQM/8Nx8HdpfyiU/s1600-h/blog171208_katy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SWDwW0r4imI/AAAAAAAAAQM/8Nx8HdpfyiU/s400/blog171208_katy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287490237423454818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Attention whore: you're doint it pretty well, actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-6136171902574590592?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/6136171902574590592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=6136171902574590592&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/6136171902574590592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/6136171902574590592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2009/01/musa-define.html' title='Musa, define:'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SWDm8iD_4FI/AAAAAAAAAPs/mns6l__Hy9c/s72-c/dita-von-teese-36th-birthday-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-2821641827460664941</id><published>2009-01-02T14:41:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:58:34.914-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Início de ano é bravo. A preguiça é gigantesca, inspiração não vem, ninguém escreve ao coronel e o calor só piora as coisas. Então, ao invés de começar o ano com um post &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitter&lt;/span&gt; e sem graça, compartilhamos com vocês a propaganda que todo mundo já cansou de ver - mas que não deixa de ser maravilhosa e que explica direitinho o porquê de gostarmos tanto de maquiagem, saias rodadas, mini-saias, pulseiras, sapatinhos de boneca, sapatos de salto, vestidos, meia-calça, luvas, mantas, colarzinhos de bolinhas e &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what-not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DcArq3fOSr0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DcArq3fOSr0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Make it better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Everybody, everywhere, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; "&gt;oh-ho oh-ho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Make it happen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Everyone and every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;oh-ho oh-ho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tagadagadaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tagadagadaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everywhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Make it better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Everybody, everywhere, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; "&gt;oh-ho oh-ho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Make it happen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Everyone and every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "&gt;oh-ho oh-ho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Make it better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;As Sobrinhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-2821641827460664941?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/2821641827460664941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=2821641827460664941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/2821641827460664941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/2821641827460664941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2009/01/feliz-2009.html' title='Feliz 2009!'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-5954404323385194716</id><published>2008-12-26T01:55:00.013-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T02:52:28.722-02:00</updated><title type='text'>2008, beijo não me liga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O ano acabou e o Minha tia já dizia... anda numa vibe meio casa abandonada. De fato, essa época é delicada pras sobrinhas, sabe como é, aquela coisa toda... muito peru, champagne e emoções fortes... Então resolvemos deixar a tia descansando um pouco, coisa rápida, só pra dar tempo de a gente se acabar por aí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrinhas finas que somos, prometemos a todos um 2009 cheio de posts do mal, sempre destruindo ao próximo com charme e sinceridade, mostrando de uma vez por todas que, oi? feedback de cu é rola. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aproveitando a oportunidade pra uma última piadinha, preciso contar que fiquei de quatro pelo pôster de esqueleto luminoso pra grudar na parede e aprender as partes do corpo que meu sobrinho ganhou do Noel ontem à noite. É cada coisa que inventam, num é? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Invejosa que sou, joguei no Google pra ver de qual loja virtual o bom velhinho tinha encomendado o MYMO em questão. Resultado? Caí no site do Ego e achei uma versão personalizada do brinquedo pra imprimir e guardar. IDÊNTICO! Confere: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283948608192735634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SVRbQ3q_aZI/AAAAAAAAAO0/K9H9y3SW-VA/s400/esqueleto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pôster Esqueleto Luminoso da Grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- R$ 29,90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283945786756431378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SVRYspAJ_hI/AAAAAAAAAOk/cI4FRUdJbAs/s400/donatellaversace53.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pôster Donatella Versace do Ego - R$ FREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Gamey! E o melhor: TO-TAL-MEN-TE DE GRA-ÇA! Bora imprimir e colar na parede do filho alheio?! Já é!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283955694403822594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SVRhtV3XpAI/AAAAAAAAAPk/dbdYvwEi3Pc/s200/mppt_janice-n-versace_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;AS CRIANÇA ADORA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-5954404323385194716?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/5954404323385194716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=5954404323385194716&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/5954404323385194716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/5954404323385194716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-beijo-no-me-liga.html' title='2008, beijo não me liga!'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SVRbQ3q_aZI/AAAAAAAAAO0/K9H9y3SW-VA/s72-c/esqueleto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-4597854054052892011</id><published>2008-12-20T21:43:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:54:03.145-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nova'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perguntas e respostas'/><title type='text'>Querida NOVA,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sim, a NOVA. A Cosmopolitam brasileira. Arevista que há mais tempo vêm perdendo o tempo das mulheres, e ensinando truques sexuais desde a década de 70. Sem falas nas capas MEDONHAS. Não sei a quanto tempo ela mantêm uma seçaão de perguntas&amp;amp;respostas sobre moda, mas como a moça me pareceu muito simpática, vamos nós mesmas responder - objetividade é tudo nessa vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Numa festa, a camisa dele tem que combinar com meu vestido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nossa, Demi Moore, muito prazer em te conhecer. Admiro muito suas escolhas de marido, viu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Posso usar roupa de academia o dia inteiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;NÃO. E ew. Você vai na academia, sua, e depois pensa em fazer *qualquer* outra coisa que não é ir pra casa tomar um banho e trocar de roupa? Ew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ou você simplesmente quer usar sua calça molecotom na rua? EW EW EW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Blusa de manga longa combina com sandália?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Depende. É inverno aí em cima e verão aí embaixo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sou baixinha e tenho pernas grossas. Dá para vestir short de alfaitaria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;NÃOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Camisola branca transparente sobre calça jeans dá certo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Com calça jeans eu não sei, mas camisola branca transparente fica *ótima* dentro de casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Com que roupa vou a um primeiro encontro? Tenho os seios grandes, a barriga sequinha e comumente uso decotes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fala a verdade. Você escreveu esse email só para se exibir, não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Qual o comprimento ideal de blusa para usar com calça legging?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...I thought we were over this. Legginf is completely off-limits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acabei de comprar uma macrobolsa maravilhosa, muito fashion. O problema é que não trabalho fora, sou dona-de-casa e não sei o que colocar dentro dela! Gostaria de algumas idéias de coisas práticas para o dia-a-dia para preenchê-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;....WORK WITH ME PEOPLE! Se você não tem tranqueira suficiente pra encher uma maxibag, não compre uma maxibag! Isso é tão típico de alguém que lê NOVA que eu nem sei o quê dizer. Porque a revista falou que maxibag tá na moda, você corre pra Renner e compra uma? Affe. Mas tudo bem, a ELLE desse mês me contou que a moda agora são as mini carteiras, então você está a salvo pelo menos até a próxima temporada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tenho uma saia cigana na cor laranja e gostaria de saber se posso usá-la com uma bata também na cor laranja. Tenho 15 anos, 1,70 metro de altura e 53 quilos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ok, primeirante, eu vou ser legal e aceitar que você realmente tem 1,70 e 53Kg. Mas, se você tem 15 anos, QUE DIABOS VOCÊ ESTÁ FAZENDO LENDO A NOVA? Volte pra  Capricho, por favor. Tem tanto sexo lá quando na NOVA, mas pelo menos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nova.abril.com.br/galerias/moda/primeiro-encontro/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;dá pra ver direito as roupas nos editorais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Eu espero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Titia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-4597854054052892011?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/4597854054052892011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=4597854054052892011&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/4597854054052892011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/4597854054052892011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/12/querida-nova.html' title='Querida NOVA,'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-4421169106612073692</id><published>2008-12-18T17:44:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:58:14.514-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danielle winits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='botas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daniela escobar'/><title type='text'>Escola Danielle Winits de Mal Gosto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O meu maior medo está se tornando realidade. Danielle Winits está virando&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;trendsetter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SUqpfSHkLGI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Z1uCX8nHsQ4/s1600-h/imagem2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281219867949935714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SUqpfSHkLGI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Z1uCX8nHsQ4/s400/imagem2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Para quem não reconheceu (eu precisei da legenda) essa é a Daniela Escobar, sem seu delineador à lá Penelope Cruz em &lt;em&gt;"Fala com Ela"&lt;/em&gt; (alías, Daniela começou com essa antes de Penélope, hein! Deve ter inspirado a Amy também), e por algum motivo, estragando um vestido perfeitamente legalzinho com essas botas. Onde foram parar os peet-toes, gente?! Não sei, parece que ela saiu de casa sem vontade, e só de raiva não se maquiou e colocou essas botas só pra mostrar que não queria estar lá.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E, falando abertamente, esse vestido está mega sem graça. Essas manas de senhora de meia-idade e esse comprimento... realmente ela estava mais afim de ficar em casa vendo chick-flicks na Foz Life. Certeza.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-4421169106612073692?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/4421169106612073692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=4421169106612073692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/4421169106612073692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/4421169106612073692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/12/escola-danielle-winits-de-mal-gosto.html' title='Escola Danielle Winits de Mal Gosto'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SUqpfSHkLGI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Z1uCX8nHsQ4/s72-c/imagem2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-2653474840930884087</id><published>2008-12-16T19:36:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:58:34.989-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kylie minogue'/><title type='text'>I just can't get you of my head (sadly)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ta aí a prova de que o &lt;a href="http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/12/any-excuse-to-use-this-line-again.html"&gt;nosso post sobre estampas florais &lt;/a&gt;não foi à tôa: &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SUgfcqvmyOI/AAAAAAAAAOE/HJfVRu-_uQg/s1600-h/K_Minogue_021-thumb-420x592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280505140462668002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SUgfcqvmyOI/AAAAAAAAAOE/HJfVRu-_uQg/s400/K_Minogue_021-thumb-420x592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisa de comentários?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-2653474840930884087?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/2653474840930884087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=2653474840930884087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/2653474840930884087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/2653474840930884087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-cant-get-you-of-my-head-sadly.html' title='I just can&apos;t get you of my head (sadly)'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SUgfcqvmyOI/AAAAAAAAAOE/HJfVRu-_uQg/s72-c/K_Minogue_021-thumb-420x592.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-7772911508001885133</id><published>2008-12-11T12:26:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:23:42.198-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moschino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florais'/><title type='text'>Any excuse to use this line again:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Flowers? For spring? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ground breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por mais que Miranda Priestley resista, não exite temporada primavera/verão sem flores. Não sou das dez mais fãs, mas tenho um vestido de verão no armário com tema florido - pelo menos ele é preto. Pensando nisso, u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;m dos blogs que eu mais gosto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Glam Guide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;,  acabou de publicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://getglamorous.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-look-like-grandmas-couch-or-how-to.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;esse post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, Florals 101, sobre como usar estampas floridas sem parecer com o sofá da vovó ou a Tia  Almerinda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SUEpndCk3jI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ox4GWF4dsq8/s1600-h/imagem.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SUEpndCk3jI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ox4GWF4dsq8/s400/imagem.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278545996042001970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;De quebra, ainda mostra algumas coisas muito legais dessa temporada, como esse vestido da Moschino Cheap &amp;amp; Chic (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;$495 - barato, considerado que é Moschino, caro, considerando a minha conta bancária).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cT-N57JZYY/SUCHnqstfYI/AAAAAAAAPt0/cE0fo4enY7o/s400/moschino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 363px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7cT-N57JZYY/SUCHnqstfYI/AAAAAAAAPt0/cE0fo4enY7o/s400/moschino.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãe, já escolheu meu presente de Natal? *nudge, nudge, wink, wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-7772911508001885133?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/7772911508001885133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=7772911508001885133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/7772911508001885133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/7772911508001885133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/12/any-excuse-to-use-this-line-again.html' title='Any excuse to use this line again:'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SUEpndCk3jI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ox4GWF4dsq8/s72-c/imagem.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-5414749985072655494</id><published>2008-12-10T23:24:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:48:25.806-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda gringa'/><title type='text'>Vovô e eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O mundo anda estranho. Neguinho cagando euro de tanto gravar filme e com umas modinhas cafonas da porra. Mentaliza chapéu vibe camurça e bigode, depois me diz, quem veste essa gente? Nunca pensei que o finado Vô Carlinhos ditaria moda em pleno 2008. Só hoje olhando uns sites de relance encontrei duas peças de museu trendy da série "meu avô já usava...":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278340379598864914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SUBunAGXQhI/AAAAAAAAANU/vMA2Ut7Zf2E/s400/usava.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cadê meu cigarro de palha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278341481830409394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SUBvnKO15LI/AAAAAAAAANc/ca_I3SkY7Ro/s400/jaaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Uma moedinha para minha linda netinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;NOT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-5414749985072655494?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/5414749985072655494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=5414749985072655494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/5414749985072655494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/5414749985072655494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/12/vov-e-eu.html' title='Vovô e eu'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SUBunAGXQhI/AAAAAAAAANU/vMA2Ut7Zf2E/s72-c/usava.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-8016878286175768967</id><published>2008-12-10T01:16:00.011-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:54:17.971-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scarlet johansson'/><title type='text'>Perfect Storm of the bad outfits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lembram quando a Anne Hathaway terminou com seu namorado italiano de três anos que atualmente se encontra trás das grades por fraude e outras cositas? Bem na época da estréia de Agente 86? E ela apareceu em todos os tapetes vermelhos absolutamente linda, com roupas maravilhosas, fazendo com que todo mundo a declarasse a nova it girl? E quando ela foi no David Letterman contar que resolveu ser mais saudável, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"so I quit smoking, and drinking, and I also gave up meat, and fish, and fun." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;? *hearts her*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Era de esperar então, que alguém que está planejando seu feliz casamento teria ainda mais facilidade em sair por aí *arrasando*, certo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WRONG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu não sei bem o que houve, mas é como se a Scarlet Johhjsdcsc decidisse que, agora que está noiva, pode sair por aí de qualquer jeito. Quer dizer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278344761769113746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SUBymE9KuJI/AAAAAAAAANk/SV3J0bbpZCE/s320/scarlet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/foto/0,,16058049-EXH,00.jpg"&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;..o que é isso, exatamente? O corte dos vestidos não é ruim, mas vamos combinar que Scarlet não tem a mesma habilidade para transformar cortinas em vestidos que sua xará Scarlet O'hara e Fräulein Maria. Essa estampa tem muito a cara de toalha de mesa do mercado da esquina. E esses sapatos? Se o vestido fosse liso, ainda vá lá.... e esse cardigã de vovó por cima de um vestido perfeitamente lindo? No cinto Abigail Lorick ela acertou, mas parece que Scarlet anda hell bent em estragar suas produções. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E essa maquiagem...? As sobrancelhas dela sempre tiveram esse formato? Não sei, a Scarlet é linda, mas nessa fotos ela parece apenas... bonitinha. Todas as fotos são de pré-estréias de The Spirit, bytheway, inclusive esse outro modelito:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/ST-8SVvUkrI/AAAAAAAAANE/c0MH5CUTbHA/s1600-h/scarlet.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278144311560802994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/ST-8SVvUkrI/AAAAAAAAANE/c0MH5CUTbHA/s400/scarlet.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I mean, what the fucking hell, right? Quem é a personal stylist dessa menina? Patty Field on acid? Não tem absolutamente nada nessa roupa que faça sentido. A saia é horrenda, meio estampa de vaquinha gone terribly wrong, a blusa de renda por baixo da regata... se eu fosse ela, jamais posaria para fotos do lado da Paz Vega e da Eva Mendes, que estão lindas de morrer (ok, a Eva está linda de morrer, a Paz Vega poderia ter escolhido uma maquiagem diferente e um cabelo menos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"mãe, solta as trancinhas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;". E esse vestido, sei lá, achei meio blah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Continuando no train wreck da Scarlet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/ST--y9xaU1I/AAAAAAAAANM/ZYQrP_bS4mI/s1600-h/scarlet.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278147071086056274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/ST--y9xaU1I/AAAAAAAAANM/ZYQrP_bS4mI/s400/scarlet.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ok, primeiro que um das duas olhou a previsão do tempo errada. Segundo que lá vem o cardigã da vovó de novo. E meia calça fio 80 na mesma cor da blusa? E o que levou ela a repetir o modelo de saia? Essa é pior ainda, porque é meio rodada, e sinceramente, parece uma daquelas capinhas de bujão de gás que as nossas tias-avós costumam ter em casa. E esse cabelinho escorrido, nem ao menos um singelo colar no pescoço... a pose da Eva Mendes diz tudo. É como se ela estivesse dizendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Don't I look awesome? And Scarlet is *really* helping me. Best dressed list, here I come, weee!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sei não. Acho que Ms. Joghgfdk está tentando nos dizer alguma... seria um pedido de ajuda? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Me precipitei a decidir casar? QueRo o Josh Hartnett de volta? Eu não tinha tido que monogamia não é pra mim, alguns meses atrás? O QUE EU ESTOU FAZENDO DA MINHA VIDAAA?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Acho que filmar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"He's just not *that* into you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; não fez muito bem pra ela não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;**Estamos tentando consertar a foto lá de cima. Mas é só clicar em cima que ela abre inteira em outra aba *fails at html*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-8016878286175768967?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/8016878286175768967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=8016878286175768967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/8016878286175768967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/8016878286175768967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/12/perfect-storm-of-bad-outfits.html' title='Perfect Storm of the bad outfits'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SUBymE9KuJI/AAAAAAAAANk/SV3J0bbpZCE/s72-c/scarlet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-8189413942543751419</id><published>2008-12-08T11:36:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:58:58.002-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estampa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oncinha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lisa rinna'/><title type='text'>Momento desabafo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Poucas coisas são tão Danielle Winnits/Lisa Rinna quanto estampa de oncinha. Nada é mais óbvio também. E brega. É praticamente sair de casa gritando: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"LOOK AT ME! ME ME ME! SEE HOW SEXY AND EASY I AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Duvida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Adicionar vídeo" border="0" class="gl_video" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.celebritybeautybuzz.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/lisa-rinna-012708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 605px;" src="http://www.celebritybeautybuzz.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/lisa-rinna-012708.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/2008/07/21/76621930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 188px;" src="http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/2008/07/21/76621930.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/2008/07/21/79286456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 189px;" src="http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/2008/07/21/79286456.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/2008/07/21/79685800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 188px;" src="http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/2008/07/21/79685800.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/2008/07/21/53219361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 92px; height: 188px;" src="http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/2008/07/21/53219361.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deu, né? Então gente. Eu sei que é difícil largar certos hábitos, mas se você é viciada em estampa de oncinha, faça uma força aí. E caso não seja, apenas ache.. hum.. bonitinho, deixa a Tia dar um conselho. NÃO USE mini vestidos de cetim com estampa de oncinha em uma festa anos 80 - sim, eu *sei* que é no Absinto, mas é anos 80, p****! Dá pra fingir que foi pela música? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E minha última súplica: NÃO USE uma bata de oncinha quando for assistir jogo de futebol num bar, ok? NÃO ROLA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorry for the rant, mas duas vezes no mesmo fim-de-semana não dá! (três, na verdade, já que tinha não uma, mas duas meninas assim no sábado....que eu vi.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ps: falando em jogo, Paulo Baier, custava dar uma alegria pro seu pai? Considere-se deserdado!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1207562714502517362-8189413942543751419?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/8189413942543751419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=8189413942543751419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/8189413942543751419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/8189413942543751419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/12/momento-desabafo.html' title='Momento desabafo'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-3280068103626750773</id><published>2008-12-06T11:08:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T11:16:14.600-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compras'/><title type='text'>Mais dicas da Tia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/STp6fgVGPpI/AAAAAAAAAM8/WO8TChko11k/s1600-h/bags1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/STp6fgVGPpI/AAAAAAAAAM8/WO8TChko11k/s320/bags1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276664595090914962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;F&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;im de ano = mil formaturas + natal = déficit financeiro e muitos neurônios queimados tentando achar o presente adequado. Sem falar nas bolhas dos pés, depois de torrar no sol nesse inferno conhecido como verão (desculpa, gente, mas nada nesse mundo vai fazer eu gostar de verão).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;E como nós somos pessoas legais, fica a dica de vários sites que vendem coisas super legais a um preço razóavel, e o mlehor - você não precisa se afastar do ar-condicionado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautynbusiness.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Beauty n'business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(porque propaganda é a alma do negócio): Mygusha promovendo o desapego, com apoio da Holly. Altas maquiagens (Clinque, ELF, Lâncome, NYX e por aí vai) e também livros, a preços bem bacaninhas. Ajude a gente a sair do vermelho! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bazarlaschicas/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bazar Las Chicas de Ayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; direto de St. Mary o mundo. Bolsas, camisetas, vestidos, bottons, lenços e o que mais você imaginar. Alías, estamos aceitando presente de natal das Chicas, todas as coisas delas são muito lindas.  E a Holly já tá sijogando nos bottoms da Amy Winehouse e do Obama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ameliebolsas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amélie Bolsas e Camisetas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: como o próprio nome diz, bolsas e camisetas. Tem Audrey Hepburn, Marylin Monroe, Kate Perry (I'm sorry, but ew), Al Capone e Freud. Estou ensaiando pra comprar mil bolsas de lá há eras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elo7.com.br/sarabolseira"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sara Bolseira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: a menina mais fofa da internet. E além de ser mega querida, a Sara ainda tem coisas lindas - Miuxapop ganhou um ecobag de gatinho (l-i-n-d-a), e Holly comprou um envelopão acolchoado para o Neville (a.k.a, seu notebook). Agora ela está com uma série nova só de Natal. E se quiser alguma coisa personalizada, ela faz na boa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://breshop.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;# O Breshop:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; pra quem gosta da Victoria's Secret, o breshop tem vários kits, camisolas e similares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile.aspx?origin=is&amp;amp;uid=9550903566022789478"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;#Los Bis Attitude Clothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: camisetas, muito camisetas, e de altíssima qualidade. To namorando faz tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://loja.ecloset.com.br/lojas/00009221/htm/home_new.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;#E-closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: o-closet tá aqui só pra descargo de consciência. É umas das lojas virtuais mais conhecidas do Brasil, e eles realmente vendem coisas muito legais. Então, se você está podendo pagar R$1.148,00 por uma sandália Paula Ferber, sijoga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-3280068103626750773?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/3280068103626750773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=3280068103626750773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/3280068103626750773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/3280068103626750773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/12/mais-dicas-da-tia_06.html' title='Mais dicas da Tia'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/STp6fgVGPpI/AAAAAAAAAM8/WO8TChko11k/s72-c/bags1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-4783493676996663537</id><published>2008-12-05T17:31:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:56:57.820-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hillary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mygusha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda gringa'/><title type='text'>Uma rodada de SEBRAE pra galera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu realmente acho a Hillary Duff linda de morrer. L-I-N-D-A do tipo que dói só de olhar e pensar que (definitivamente) não nasci da mesma fôrma de bolo que ela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276392172856425106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/STmCucbCOpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/zmUoXSNKXLU/s400/lindoca.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beijomeinveja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Agora... vamcombinar? Isso não dá a ela certos direitos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276394538705188354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/STmE4J5VdgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/7_kK2JLTZso/s400/medo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curso Aprender a Empreender do SEBRAE? Oba, tô dentro!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sair da aula de ginástica e não trocar a regata de viscolycra, ok, vá la... vai que ela tava com pressa, né?! Agora... calcula comigo: manter regata de malhação &lt;strong&gt;+&lt;/strong&gt; usar cinta da Sheeha + cortar um circulo de tecido em 5 toalhas cinza de centro de mesa da vovó sobrepostas pra fazer de saia = NUM ROLA. Haja espírito empreendedor de que inventou uma merda dessas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-4783493676996663537?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/4783493676996663537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=4783493676996663537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/4783493676996663537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/4783493676996663537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/12/eu-realmente-acho-hillary-duff-linda-de.html' title='Uma rodada de SEBRAE pra galera'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/STmCucbCOpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/zmUoXSNKXLU/s72-c/lindoca.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-5359363786817261770</id><published>2008-12-05T14:55:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:08:53.420-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roupa íntima'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danielle winits'/><title type='text'>The poor man's Bai Ling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A cada dia que passa, a Danielle Winits dá mais um passo para se tornar para nós o que a Bai Ling é para o Go Fug Yourself. Até hoje não vi nenhuma foto dessa moça em que ela esteja razoalvemente bem vestida. Decotes demais, rasgos demais, chapéus grandes demais, botas de cowboy com franjas, tiaras na testa e por aí vai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas nada supera essa notícia: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/foto/0,,15993205-GDQ,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 290px;" src="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/foto/0,,15993205-GDQ,00.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;A atriz Danielle Winits definitivamente está longe de fazer o tipo “felina”, pelo menos no que diz respeito ao uso de lingeries. Acontece que Dani não é muito fã das peças íntimas que trazem estampas de animais como onças e zebras: “Escolho minha lingerie pelo conforto e sempre opto pelos modelos básicos. Não sou fã de estampas, gosto de modelos sofisticados e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;acho que podemos ser chiques sem sermos vulgares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;”, comentou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hahahahhahahaha!! haha hehehe, ok ok já vai passar... hahhahahha! DELZ. Eu to *morrendo* aqui. Danielle Winits acha que a gente pode ser chique sem ser vulgar? Sei não, mas to achando que Dani tá dando uma de China e USA no World Bank e trocando o significado das palavras [/inside joke]. Certo que ela quis dizer que a gente pode ser &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vulgar&lt;/span&gt; sem ser &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chique&lt;/span&gt;, e na hora deu tilt no cérebro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas, vendo por outro ângulo, talvez ela tenha razão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/STlfMCSoEII/AAAAAAAAAMU/TwOyFYk6UJA/s1600-h/danii.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/STlfMCSoEII/AAAAAAAAAMU/TwOyFYk6UJA/s400/danii.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276353098819309698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Afinal, pra quê se preocupar com coisas que você não usa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meu único consolo é que Dani não é Katie (Kate?) Holmes, porque imagina se a moda dessa tiara na testa pega por aí? *medo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;ah! fonte? EGO, claro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/1207562714502517362-5359363786817261770?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/5359363786817261770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=5359363786817261770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/5359363786817261770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/5359363786817261770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/12/poor-mans-bai-ling.html' title='The poor man&apos;s Bai Ling'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/STlfMCSoEII/AAAAAAAAAMU/TwOyFYk6UJA/s72-c/danii.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-3325395292571328062</id><published>2008-12-04T19:17:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:46:08.753-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabrina sato'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blair'/><title type='text'>You know you hate me, xoxo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não faz muito tempo, já &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/11/como-destruir-uma-boa-idia.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;escrevemos aqui no blógue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; sobre a importância de usar roupas que combinam com você. É um exercício difícil, eu sei. Exige um minímo de auto-reflexão e considerações a respeito da vida, o universo e tudo o mais, algo que eu realmente não espero de alguém que participou de um BBB. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas aí se achar a Blair Waldorf, é demais pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SThJIxuiNlI/AAAAAAAAAMM/tnFzlym0aYE/s1600-h/sabrina.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SThJIxuiNlI/AAAAAAAAAMM/tnFzlym0aYE/s400/sabrina.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276047378600834642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E mais uma vez, a redação do Ego é a cereja do bolo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Sabrina acertou com  ar mais comportado que o vestido lhe deu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Ah, tá. Me desculpem, mas não há vestido nesse mundo que vai conseguir dar um ar comportado à Sabrina Sato. Não adianta nada roubar a roupa de Blair e depois que entrar na festa começar a virar garrafa de cerveja, bebendo, caindo e levantando. Sabrina, amiga, se você quer tanto ser a Blair, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikihow.com/ser-como-Blair-Waldorf-da-s%C3%A9rie-de-TV-Gossip-Girl"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sijoga aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; e tenta aprender. Se você aprender, prometo relevar esse bicho preto na cabeça e essa pose de "opa, tô bêbada".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CITdxlTCr08/SIeeU6ShtoI/AAAAAAAADAY/w1zmVpU6_Iw/s400/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CITdxlTCr08/SIeeU6ShtoI/AAAAAAAADAY/w1zmVpU6_Iw/s400/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She thinks she can be me? Bitch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-3325395292571328062?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/3325395292571328062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=3325395292571328062&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/3325395292571328062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/3325395292571328062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-know-you-hate-me-xoxo.html' title='You know you hate me, xoxo'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SThJIxuiNlI/AAAAAAAAAMM/tnFzlym0aYE/s72-c/sabrina.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-4858956772643573428</id><published>2008-12-04T18:37:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:13:25.380-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='samantha schmutz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amy winehouse'/><title type='text'>Oi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você sabe quem é Samantha Schmütz? Nem eu. O Google me contou que ela é uma atriz brasileira, mas vamos combinar nada desse mundo é mais genérico que "atriz brasileira". Julgando por essa foto, eu diria que ela é alguma mulher-fruta, mas na verdade ela apareceu em uma peça chamada "O Surto" (oi?) em 2004, e fez tanto sucesso que foi convidada pra fazer imitações no Faustão e participar do Zorra Total [/american dream].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas pelo visto, ele é importante o suficiente pra estar no palco do prêmio Extra - do qual eu também nunca tinha ouvido falar e desisti de querer saber mais depois que descobri que o Stênio Garcia perdeu o prêmio de melhor ator coadjuvante para o Cauã Fucking Raymond. Tipos que eu não tenho a miníma idéia de que papel o Stênio Garcia está fazendo em que programa, mas Cauã Raymond ganhar prêmio? Só falta me contarem agora que a Marina Ximenes ganhou alguma coisa pelo papel da Lara. Morro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ANYWAY. Nossa amiga Samantha Schmütz subiu assim ao palco do "prêmio" Extra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SThADb1VvVI/AAAAAAAAAME/fWVjUlEXYUQ/s1600-h/oi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SThADb1VvVI/AAAAAAAAAME/fWVjUlEXYUQ/s400/oi.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276037391219801426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que diabos é isso?! Camponesa gone wild? Milkmaid do bairro da luz vermelha? Não. Nada disso. Segundo o Ego (sempre ele),  Samantha incorporou "visual à la Amy Winehouse".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;EXCUSE ME? Visual Amy Winehouse?! Perá lá. PO PARA COM O PO. Amy usa um tubo de delineador por dia, uma colméia de abelha na cabeça, várias doses de BAD IDEA e  toda e qualquer substância licíta e ilícita que você oferecer, mas Amy jamais - JAMAIS - vai sair por aí com um par de gladiadoras nos pés. Tudo nessa vida nem limite, né? Sem falar nesse cinto de prástico. Ew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://umnariznomundo.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/amy-winehouse.jpg?w=336&amp;amp;h=357"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 357px; " src="http://umnariznomundo.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/amy-winehouse.jpg?w=336&amp;amp;h=357" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dust off your fuck me pumps, Samantha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*perdeu a piada? aqui ó: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pEo3GG_emk8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;amy winehouse - fuck me pumps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-4858956772643573428?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/4858956772643573428/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=4858956772643573428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/4858956772643573428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/4858956772643573428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/12/oi.html' title='Oi?'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SThADb1VvVI/AAAAAAAAAME/fWVjUlEXYUQ/s72-c/oi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-6855761186466530822</id><published>2008-12-03T22:59:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:35:46.999-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nicole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mygusha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='willywonka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda gringa'/><title type='text'>Doompa, doompa, doompa dee doo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu sempre me considerei uma criança bem feliz, cheia de idéias e brincadeiras solitárias mirabolantes. Passava tardes travestida de francesa, falando sozinha palavras inventadas e jogando tênis com a parede da garagem - na minha cabeça eu era uma competidora profissional participando de campeonatos no Brasil. Também virava a bicicleta de cabeça pra baixo e "transformava" ela numa máquina de doces, sim, era só girar os pedais e plim, doces caiam na mão de quem estivesse por perto. Ok! Essa última brincadeira virou favorita depois que assisti pela 1a vez á Fantástica Fabrica de Chocolates. Me apaixonei pela história do Charlie e seu avô.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275736616450794466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/STcugCgSI-I/AAAAAAAAALc/HvKJ-vEQXgM/s400/willywkna.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na foto, Oompa Loompas mostrando que capricham no look terracota&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Esse filme mora no meu coração desde então. Anos atrás surgiu a nova versão, mais colorida e menos engraçada. Não gostei muito, confesso, mas relembrar é viver e valeu os R$ 3,00 da locadora de dvd na época. O filme perdeu um pouco da poesia, mas ganhou o Johnny Depp como Willy Wonka e vamcombinar que por trás daquele pó iluminador todo e do cabelinho Donatela ele ainda é O Johnny Depp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275737010805108290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/STcu2_lrbkI/AAAAAAAAALk/1BT4AGm7je0/s400/wonkaaaaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zé Bob, cadê você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No entanto, seja na primeira versão ou na segunda, algo sempre me inquietou: eu sabia que era um filme e que NUNCA encontraria o cupom dourado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ATÉ... HOJE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275740336941670658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/STcx4maboQI/AAAAAAAAALs/OHq56N9yc9k/s400/golden.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found! I found the golden ticket!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tks, Nicole! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-6855761186466530822?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/6855761186466530822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=6855761186466530822&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/6855761186466530822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/6855761186466530822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/12/doompa-doompa-doompa-dee-doo.html' title='Doompa, doompa, doompa dee doo'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/STcugCgSI-I/AAAAAAAAALc/HvKJ-vEQXgM/s72-c/willywkna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-2550500310103518361</id><published>2008-12-01T20:11:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:32:56.227-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cláudia raia'/><title type='text'>Give me FIERCE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/STRh7MRzQWI/AAAAAAAAALE/TeHNoZhF868/s1600-h/claudia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/STRh7MRzQWI/AAAAAAAAALE/TeHNoZhF868/s400/claudia.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274948733093757282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's right, bitches. I can pull this off, and you can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu tenho a impressão de que a Cláudia Raia é uma das atrizes brasileiras mais invejadas por outras atrizes/modelos/apresentadora/uárever. Ela parece sempre estar na melhor fase da vida. Sempre feliz, sempre bonita, com suas pernas de matar e seu casamento feliz e estável. Sem falar na postura mais perfeita que eu já vi. E ainda por cima, ela consegue usar roupas que muitas guriazinhas por aí tentam e falham de uma maneira épica. O caimento do vestido é perfeito, os babados anulam o tédio que a cor poderia trazer e tiram aquele ar de "loja de departamento fina" que a maioria das roupas das celebridades brasileiras têm. Não estaria fora de lugar num red carpet em L.A. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E ainda tem o mérito de fazer com que a gente nem note a camisa "garçom de restaurante chinês" do Celulari. &lt;/span&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/1207562714502517362-2550500310103518361?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/2550500310103518361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=2550500310103518361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/2550500310103518361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/2550500310103518361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/12/thats-right-bitches.html' title='Give me FIERCE!'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/STRh7MRzQWI/AAAAAAAAALE/TeHNoZhF868/s72-c/claudia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-4996181482564212615</id><published>2008-12-01T19:49:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:10:50.997-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angélica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roupa de banho'/><title type='text'>Hoje é o seu dia, que dia mais feliz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/STRcRvdX0NI/AAAAAAAAAK8/DQri4UdyZL4/s1600-h/angelica.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/STRcRvdX0NI/AAAAAAAAAK8/DQri4UdyZL4/s400/angelica.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274942523424886994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Angélica: weeeeeeeeee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Guarda-costas (?): Hum... dona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Angélica: Gente, todo o projac veio pro meu aniversário! Vai ser a melhor festa do ano!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Guarda-costas: Dona Angélica. Dona Angélica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Angélca: A gente vai cantar e dançar, e vai ser tudo tão LINDO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Guarda-costas: Dona Angélica, POR FAVOR! Vamos embora antes que eu alguém fotogr - dona Angélica! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;*Angélica corre para abraçar Fernandinha Rodrigues*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Guarda-costas: Com todo esse dinheiro e ela ainda sai de casa de toalha de banho. Eu desisto de tentar ajudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-4996181482564212615?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/4996181482564212615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=4996181482564212615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/4996181482564212615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/4996181482564212615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/12/hoje-o-seu-dia-que-dia-mais-feliz.html' title='Hoje é o seu dia, que dia mais feliz!'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/STRcRvdX0NI/AAAAAAAAAK8/DQri4UdyZL4/s72-c/angelica.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-3725883649274044559</id><published>2008-11-26T21:31:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:38:37.860-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25 de março'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='são paulo'/><title type='text'>Se essa rua Se essa rua fosse minha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N46c7GbyTxE/R26B9m6g3RI/AAAAAAAABNM/EzdBx7gUJ9k/s400/25+de+mar%C3%A7o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N46c7GbyTxE/R26B9m6g3RI/AAAAAAAABNM/EzdBx7gUJ9k/s400/25+de+mar%C3%A7o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já que a gente acabou de falar da 25 de Março, mais uma dica pra quem tem a sorte de morar em São Paulo ou está planejando visitar a cidade no fim de ano. A NOVA resolveu fazer algo que presta e criou três&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nova.abril.com.br/especiais/25-marco/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;roteiros de compras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;na 25 de março: criativo, descolado, e vantajoso. 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Christina Queiroz, realizado - onde mais? - em Brasília e coberto pela Caras. Todo mês de setembro é a mesma coisa. As vipíssimas convidadas e sua anfitriã entram no clima da festa - uma homenagem à obra clássica de Fiztgerald, "O Grande Gatsby". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ou seja: loucura loucura loucura e chapéus muito chiques. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ou deveria ser essa a idéia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Primeiro que "um show privé do conjunto da Jovem Guarda Golden Boys" e "uma pista de dança iluminada e canhões de luz"? Hum, Jovem Guarda toca Jazz agora? Bom saber. E os modelitos da selecionadíssimas convidadas? (e falando nisso, porque só mulheres? Garanto que nem Gastby nem Daisy Buchanan achariam graça nessa festa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.caras.com.br/imagens/46783/20080924120000_46783_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 344px; " src="http://www.caras.com.br/imagens/46783/20080924120000_46783_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A moça do lado direito é a própria anfitriã. Logo vê-se que a linha que separa os anos 20 dos anos 50 não está muito clara para ela não. Já a moça do meio... hum... a) foi mal na escolha da cor e b) mas foi pior ainda no quesito roupas-que-favorecem-o-seu-corpo. Nada temos pra falar da vó do lado esquerdo, porque ela foi a única que entendeu o tema da festa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.finissimo.com.br/closes/2008-09-16/images/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 600px; " src="http://www.finissimo.com.br/closes/2008-09-16/images/09.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Medo? Sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.finissimo.com.br/closes/2008-09-16/images/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 600px; " src="http://www.finissimo.com.br/closes/2008-09-16/images/19.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É tão óbvio que essa festa é brasileira que dá até vergonha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.finissimo.com.br/closes/2008-09-16/images/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 600px; " src="http://www.finissimo.com.br/closes/2008-09-16/images/01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Só porque a Natalie Portman fica linda de babado, não quer dizer que *todas* nós ficamos também. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.finissimo.com.br/closes/2008-09-16/images/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 600px; " src="http://www.finissimo.com.br/closes/2008-09-16/images/21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Festa vipíssima em Brasília? Mas eu tava indo pegar um sol em Torres!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.finissimo.com.br/closes/2008-09-16/images/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 600px; " src="http://www.finissimo.com.br/closes/2008-09-16/images/14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*brain explodes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sério. Até mesmo Greek fez uma festa Great Gastsby melhor. E foi na tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SS2LVRHlzKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/dL_roUDQMHs/s1600-h/S1P2+Gatsby+Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SS2LVRHlzKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/dL_roUDQMHs/s400/S1P2+Gatsby+Party.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273023936209472674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Wait, we're out of champagne?"&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/1207562714502517362-1296113584919008342?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/1296113584919008342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=1296113584919008342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/1296113584919008342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/1296113584919008342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/11/finssimo_26.html' title='Finíssimo'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SS2LVRHlzKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/dL_roUDQMHs/s72-c/S1P2+Gatsby+Party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-3130682832870929100</id><published>2008-11-26T15:11:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:11:27.180-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Finíssimo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-3130682832870929100?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/3130682832870929100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=3130682832870929100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/3130682832870929100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/3130682832870929100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/11/finssimo.html' title='Finíssimo'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-504872948906664528</id><published>2008-11-25T17:47:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:17:41.710-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fillity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lorick lady'/><title type='text'>Dica da Tia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Essa é só pra olhar mesmo - a não ser, é claro, que você tenha o costume de fazer suas compras em São Paulo na Faria Lima e não na 25 de março, como essa que vos fala. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No meio de tantas marcas, maisons, revistas  e desfiles, fica dificíl separar o que é *tendência*, moda, alta-costura, ou champagne demais na hora de criar as coleções. Tudo depende do gosto, é claro. Vejo um horror de meninas por aí com óculos de sol gigantescos com um D&amp;amp;G ainda maior incrustado nas laterais - elas devem achar bonito, eu acho a maioria das coisas da  D&amp;amp;G over e de mau-gosto (como se eu tivesse dinheiros pra comprar, mas tudo bem). Mas olhar não tira pedaço do bolso, e ainda por cima pode nos dar uma mão na hora de montar nossa armário - e hey, costureiras estão aí pra isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fica a dica então, de duas estilistas, uma americana e outra brasileira, que tem muito em comum. Ambas criam roupas leves e elegantes para mulheres que, na definição das próprias - gostam de se vestir e de sentir bem. Este é o grande mote delas - moda não para CAUSAR (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hello there Tom Ford ads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;) mas para quem tem mais sais e vestidos do que calças jeans dentro do armário (desculpa gente, mas calça jeans é coisa de top model que se cansa de usar Valentino o dia inteiro).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A Abigial Lorick - que quem assiste GG* já conhece e AMA - é um modelo americana que decidiu criar a própria marca: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loricknewyork.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lorick Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Que é simplesmente a coisa mais fofa e elegante e linda da face da terra. A Lorick, inclusive, é nossa musa. Dou as duas mãos por um chá das 17h com ela, e se jogar esse vestido de brinde então, credo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SSxYpkb1J8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/03L33BkVMHQ/s1600-h/lorick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SSxYpkb1J8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/03L33BkVMHQ/s400/lorick.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272686734922295234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Death by cuteness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fillity.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Fillity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; não é uma marca tão nova assim: está completando 20 anos em 2008 *throws confetti*. A fundadora e responsável pelas coleções é a ex-psicóloga e estilista Esperança Dabbur. Na L'Officiel do mês passado (que tem a Deborah Secco na capa, what the fuck?) tem uma entrevista muito legal com ela. Recomendo. E recomendo também dar uma passada no site (da Lorick também, claro) pra conferir a coleção nova. Tá de morrer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SSxbhseR60I/AAAAAAAAAKo/JPpS1HAm4T4/s1600-h/fillity1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SSxbhseR60I/AAAAAAAAAKo/JPpS1HAm4T4/s400/fillity1.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272689898175982402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Simples e chique. A moda não tem que ser tão complicada assim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*GG: se você ainda não sabe que GG é abreviatura para Gossip Girl, o que você está fazendo nesse blógue?? Ok, brincadeira.  Mas sério, GG pode ser divorciada da realidade como qualquer série adolescente, mas é mais chique de todas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1207562714502517362-504872948906664528?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/504872948906664528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=504872948906664528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/504872948906664528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/504872948906664528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/11/dica-da-tia.html' title='Dica da Tia'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SSxYpkb1J8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/03L33BkVMHQ/s72-c/lorick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-800090632329663930</id><published>2008-11-25T02:50:00.013-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T03:49:22.486-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xadrez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mygusha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda gringa'/><title type='text'>Direto do túnel do tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Posso até ser meio cega e meio surda, mas se tem uma coisa nesse corpo que funciona é a minha MEMÓRIA. Aí que site vai, site vem... encontrei essa foto da &lt;strike&gt;Joey&lt;/strike&gt; Katie Holmes envolta numa saia grunge digna de minha irmã mais velha numa sexta de DCE em 1991. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272454335638287042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SSuFSJowMsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/H9OxrxyqJP0/s400/katie_suri_glasses.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bora ouvir Nirvana na Catacumba!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ok. Só que, olhando beeem, aquela saia não era só de propriedade da minha irmã. Eis que surgiu o insight: Angela Chase, 1994, Jordan-fuck-me-hard-Catalano. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272456340539942850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SSuHG2ejp8I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/v3FdJwht1sA/s400/My-So-Called-Life-Leto_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se vc achava a Joey pé-no-saco, vc não me conheceu! Beijo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Isso só prova que a Claire Danes sempre esteve à frente de Katie Holmes, num é!? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Afinal, calcula comigo: se a Angela era chata em 94, Joey só surgiu em 98. Se Claire já era grunge em 94, Katie só assimilou em 2008. E se tirou uma casca bárbara do Jared Leto em 94, só sobrou pra Katie o Tom Cruise de 2005, que vamos combinar, deixou de ser alguém na noite lá por meados de 2002. Isso pra não falar no karma que deve ter sido beijar o Dawson...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272464494853081266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SSuOhfqTyLI/AAAAAAAAAKY/eGvfhjWdvOE/s400/run.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Run Joey Run!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-800090632329663930?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/800090632329663930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=800090632329663930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/800090632329663930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/800090632329663930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/11/direto-do-tnel-do-tempo.html' title='Direto do túnel do tempo...'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SSuFSJowMsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/H9OxrxyqJP0/s72-c/katie_suri_glasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-7736684489561617219</id><published>2008-11-23T07:47:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T08:10:43.128-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camila pitanga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanessa camargo'/><title type='text'>Como destruir uma boa idéia:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma das coisas mais importantes que se deve levar em conta na hora de escolher uma roupa - e que as pessoas esqeucem muito facilmente - é que a roupa tem que combinar com você. Não adianta eu sair por aí de calça skinny e botas por cima da calça que não vai colar. A idéia pode até ser boa, mas se a roupa não tem nada a ver com você, o resultado fica muito estranho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por isso eu pergunto: no que diabos a Vanessa Camargo estava pensando quando saiu de casa assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SSknk88fC_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/pcCGYG5wso4/s1600-h/vanessa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SSknk88fC_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/pcCGYG5wso4/s400/vanessa.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271788354602470386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não estou dizendo que o vestido não seja bonito, e chiquetérrimo. Eu usaria (embora gostaria que o vestido tivesse um decote - não dá pra todo mundo ser a Hillary Swank). Mas o meu armário consiste basicamente de vestidos, saias e meias-calças fio 40.  Algo que me diz que esse não é o caso da Vanessa. Ela parece mais uma senhora de meia idade indo dormir na ópera do que uma ...er... cantora pop, sertaneja, româtica? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sem falar que não gostei nem um pouco deste coque de cabelo. Talvez seja o ângulo, mas parece algo que eu e mais 500 meninas usamos no Carnaval de 1998 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Peraê, peraê, peraê, tá pensando o quê, tá pensando o quê?). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic; line-height: 16px;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E ainda na série  "humm...", temos a Camila Pitanga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SSkm7r9GRkI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ianCTlhd19k/s1600-h/camila.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SSkm7r9GRkI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ianCTlhd19k/s400/camila.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271787645667001922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Huum... I don't know, o que vocês me dizem? No geral, a idéia também não é má. Vestido coktail com sapato peep-toe? Adoro. Bolsa-carteira? Bocejo, mas fazer o quê? Blazer desestruturado? Muito chique. Tudo isso junto? Huum.... primeiro que a estampa desse vestido parece mais papel de presente, e esse laço não está ajudando. Nem um pouco. E esse blazer-smoking por cima....ficaria melhor sem nada, ou então com um casaquinho mais curto. E desculpa, mas essa maquiagem e esse cabelo preso tem cara de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;"puta que pariu esqueci desse evento e agora tenho cinco minutos pra sair de casa". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Ainda mais considerando a falta de brinco e uma pulseirinha qualquer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Boas idéias, má execuçã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1207562714502517362-7736684489561617219?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/7736684489561617219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=7736684489561617219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/7736684489561617219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/7736684489561617219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/11/como-destruir-uma-boa-idia.html' title='Como destruir uma boa idéia:'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SSknk88fC_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/pcCGYG5wso4/s72-c/vanessa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-8772123426528622874</id><published>2008-11-19T09:34:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:44:21.290-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gloria kalil'/><title type='text'>Tchau, chics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por algum motivo, eu nunca consigui simpatizar com a Gloria Kalil. Amo a Constanza Pascolato - inclusive tenho o livro&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "O Essencial" &lt;/span&gt;dela como objeto de decoração e "dicionário" de VIDA. Mas a Glória Kalil nunca me desceu. Nem mesmo do título dos livros dela eu gosto. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Alô, Chics!"&lt;/span&gt;? What the hell? Mau gosto for the win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E hoje, procrastinando na aula de direito empresarial - a última aula em que eu deveria estar fazendo isso, considerando o meu vasto conhecimento na área - eu esbarro com uma coluna dela comentando &lt;a href="http://chic.ig.com.br/materias/503001-503500/503256/503256_1.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Corpos perfeitos (e outros nem tanto) na Victoria's Secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;", com direito a fotos com mega close-up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A gente já falou do corpo estonteante que a top brasileira Alessandra Ambrosio tem exibido por aí, pós-gravidez. Pois ela mostrou toda sua exuberância ontem (17.11), no desfile da Victoria's Secret, que aconteceu em Miami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Escultural também é o corpo de Izabel Goulart, que mostrou ser possível existir uma mulher sem nenhuma - nenhuma mesmo! - celulite no bumbum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Agora, como nem tudo é perfeito, veja de perto os defeitinhos de Heidi Klum e da sempre polêmica Karolina Kurkova! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me admira muito que a Glória Kalil, uma 'expert' em moda e elegância, venha escrever sobre um tema digno da Contigo! e similares. Desde quando ter corpo de modelo é requisito para ser elegante, se vestir bem, ter auto-estima?E desde quando é possível não ter CELULITE NENHUMA? Ah, claro que é. É só você ser uma modelo internacional que ganha milhões por um passo e pode pagar todos os cremes, vitaminas, injeções e o raio que o parta possíveis - sem falar na fome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quero ver é ela repetir isso na praia, de biquíni. Ora pombas. E &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"veja de perto os defeitinhos"&lt;/span&gt; da Heide Klum - mãe de dois filhos e uma das modelos mais bem pagas do mundo - e da &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"sempre polêmica"&lt;/span&gt; Karolina Kurkova? Se saber que não é preciso passar fome para ser (e se sentir) bonita, todas nós aqui somos o cúmulo da polêmica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mau gosto, mau gosto, mau gosto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/1207562714502517362-8772123426528622874?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/8772123426528622874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=8772123426528622874&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/8772123426528622874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/8772123426528622874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/11/tchau-chics.html' title='Tchau, chics!'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-4891026602272482767</id><published>2008-11-12T17:45:00.013-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:28:31.227-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antenada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verão'/><title type='text'>Claro Rio Summer abalô!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tava eu num desses momentos ocupadíssimos da vida lendo artigos num site de moda. Eis que surge uma notícia com a seguinte chamada &lt;strong&gt;"Claro Rio Summer mostrou SÓ o que o verão brasileiro reserva de bom"&lt;/strong&gt;. Opa, adoro o melhor do verão, então né?! Bora conferir juntos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267863985076510658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SRs2YlOPH8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/_iWIPdAZyfU/s320/medo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267863597878900402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SRs2CCzIdrI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/FRxDvGWfJXM/s320/medo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267864407237280258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SRs2xJ5NQgI/AAAAAAAAAJo/E59axlleI7Y/s320/medo4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267864646145128722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SRs2_D5RuRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PorNNhd7s6c/s320/medo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusões:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Previsão do tempo: pancadas de chuva ad infinitum em TODO O LITORAL do país;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) E o PIOR desse verão, hein, gente? O que vai ser?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-4891026602272482767?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/4891026602272482767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=4891026602272482767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/4891026602272482767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/4891026602272482767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/11/claro-rio-summer-abal.html' title='Claro Rio Summer abalô!'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SRs2YlOPH8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/_iWIPdAZyfU/s72-c/medo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-2709719398002837820</id><published>2008-11-12T12:15:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:36:15.857-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evento beneficiente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joana prado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iate'/><title type='text'>Glamourosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se tem um povo que entende de glamour, é o povo brasileiro. Em que outro lugar você conseguiria uma foto de uma ex-dançarina de programa de tv trocando a fralda da filha, de bobe na cabeça, durante um evento beneficiente realizado em um IATE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SRrlqfpGlCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eNYIfMm4pQc/s1600-h/feiticeira.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SRrlqfpGlCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eNYIfMm4pQc/s400/feiticeira.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267775232374379554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Classy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É uma pena que nossa ex-feiticeira (o que ela é hoje?) não tenha tido algumas aulas com a Luiza Brunet. Isso sim é glamour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SRrncbn4EkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ALLpxUjMYV0/s1600-h/345za.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SRrncbn4EkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ALLpxUjMYV0/s400/345za.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267777189800579650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente até entende que essa roupa era para um desfile, mas a essa altura da vida, Luiza bem que poderia se recusar a sair por aí vestida de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1OrdpJqHdDw"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Elvira,  a Rainha das Trevas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, não? (aviso: link not safe for work)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-2709719398002837820?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/2709719398002837820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=2709719398002837820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/2709719398002837820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/2709719398002837820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/11/glamourosa.html' title='Glamourosa'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SRrlqfpGlCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eNYIfMm4pQc/s72-c/feiticeira.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-4780609267143332377</id><published>2008-11-12T11:56:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:12:19.585-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moderninho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adriane galisteu'/><title type='text'>Tuntchi-Tuntchi-Tuntchi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Antipatia, teu nome é Adriane Galisteu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mal gosto, teu nome também é Adriane Galisteu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sem falar que Simancol e coisas como idade aparentemente são conceitos desconhecidos para Adriane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SRrh66tWULI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BJtYCudu74E/s1600-h/adriane.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SRrh66tWULI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BJtYCudu74E/s400/adriane.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267771116471341234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Só o fato de alguém estar pagando de "dj" e ainda "arrasar" fazendo isso já merece meu desprezo. Poucas coisas são tão entendiantes quanto povo que sai por aí dizendo "hoje sou dj". Affe. Mas quando essa pessoa já passou há muuuuuuuito, mas muito tempo mesmo dos seus 20 e poucos anos, a coisa passa de entediante a triste. Se ela tivesse apenas de calça jeans e regata branca eu deixava passar, mas o que é esse "chapéu"? Tá mais pra vovó que ser perdeu na volta pra casa do que "moderninha" "arrasando" na "discotecagem".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Certo que ela voltou pra casa morrendo de dor nas costas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ps: quem mais ficou morrendo da amiga de amarelo na foto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/1207562714502517362-4780609267143332377?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/4780609267143332377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=4780609267143332377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/4780609267143332377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/4780609267143332377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/11/tuntchi-tuntchi-tuntchi.html' title='Tuntchi-Tuntchi-Tuntchi'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SRrh66tWULI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BJtYCudu74E/s72-c/adriane.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-7463499743152829783</id><published>2008-11-05T20:04:00.016-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:26:24.656-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda gringa'/><title type='text'>Defina "fantasia"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que o Obama ganhou as eleições todo mundo já sabe. O que não tava no gibi eram essas fantasias &lt;strong&gt;vidaloca&lt;/strong&gt; que as celebridades americanas usaram nas festas de Halloween. Nossa mygusha Heidi que o diga, num é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265509566566509010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SRLZDYyeKdI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Dv4deM3Z5pU/s320/heidi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou que tal a Mariah, que tá A-PRÓPRIA cereja do bolo, hein?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SRLZwQG5DSI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_xjEDZAAfI4/s1600-h/mariah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265510337330351394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SRLZwQG5DSI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_xjEDZAAfI4/s320/mariah.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mais uma da Mariah FINA Carey pra animar a galera, desta vez vencedora no quesito ORIGINALIDADE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265511295045602114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SRLan_4AC0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/-0fKTVcFQ2A/s320/fina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cookie é bom ng quer dar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;MEDO! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-7463499743152829783?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/7463499743152829783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=7463499743152829783&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/7463499743152829783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/7463499743152829783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/11/defina-fantasia.html' title='Defina &quot;fantasia&quot;'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SRLZDYyeKdI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Dv4deM3Z5pU/s72-c/heidi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-6946499328181284648</id><published>2008-10-31T10:37:00.011-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:27:36.191-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make'/><title type='text'>LU-XO!</title><content type='html'>Faz um tempinho que acompanho o blog da Marina - o &lt;a href="http://www.2agency.net/beauty"&gt;2beauty&lt;/a&gt; - porque percebi que ela sabe MUITO de maquiagem e eu confesso que, apesar de ter abominado makes por anos e anos por achar a coisa mais brega do mundo, mudei de conceito depois que vi as ótimas dicas de produtos, compras online e tutoriais dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí hoje, numa vibe super não-tenho-nada-pra-fazer, tava dando uma olhada nos últimos tutoriais dela no Youtube e me deparo com o vídeo que ela incluiu ontem, EXCLUSIVO e tudo de trendy nessa vida. NUMPERDE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/omvgeJJvfxU&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora só basta REZAR COM FORÇA pra que todas as criaturas que assistirem o video aguentem firme em frente a tela até os segundos finais antes de correr pra pegar seus "arsenais de beleza" e finalmente COMPREENDAM A MENSAGEM. Caso contrário, vai chover palhaço-carequinha indo trabalhar daquele jeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, FICADICA pra festinha de Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-6946499328181284648?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/6946499328181284648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=6946499328181284648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/6946499328181284648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/6946499328181284648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/10/lu-xo.html' title='LU-XO!'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-5659865419364920224</id><published>2008-10-31T09:18:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:25:40.368-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tye-die'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='premio moda brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sandálias gladiador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lilian pace'/><title type='text'>Como ser inoportuno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O Prêmio Moda Brasil deste ano estava um sarro. Eu não consegui assistir mais de 5 minutos porque não aguentava a Mariana Weickert (com a pior maquiagem DO MUNDO) repetindo "gente, tenho que falar baixinho porque nesse momento está acontencendo o Prêmio Moda Brasil!"  - meo, se você tem que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sussurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; pra camêra de tv, é porque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;você não devia estar falando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E só pra melhorar o quadro, a Lilian Pace deu 'conselhos fashion' na coluna do GNT: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Qual seu conselho para a próxima temporada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandália gladiador, peças tie-dye, peças em batique, todos os tipos de tecidos manchados. Cores fortes também estarão em alta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! A próxima pessoa que me aparecer com um vestido tye-dye os-anos-60-não-acabaram com um par de sandálias gladiador leva um peteleco na testa e uma cara de reprovação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;E você não quer ver a minha cara de reprovação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-5659865419364920224?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/5659865419364920224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=5659865419364920224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/5659865419364920224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/5659865419364920224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/10/como-ser-inoportuno.html' title='Como ser inoportuno'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-9000165421219817429</id><published>2008-10-30T20:52:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:12:45.912-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project runway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='models nyc'/><title type='text'>Dica da Tia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vocês já sabem que o BNTM não presta. O ANTM, infelizmente, está em hiatus (a Sony é esperta demais pra passar os dois ao mesmo tempo - muita crueldade com a Fernanda Motta também), então acaba sobrando poucos programas decentes pra gente assistir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu imagino que o Project Runway, da Heidi Klum, seja bem conhecido. Caso você ainda não tenha assistido, aqui ele é transmitido pelo People &amp;amp; Arts todas as quintas, ás 21h. Dizem as Fug Girls que o programa anda degringolando, mas como estamos umas duas temporadas atrasadas, ainda dá pra aproveitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas a dica grande mesmo é do reality show Models NYC, transmitido pelo Multishow (o próximo episódio é amanã, 31/10,12:30h). A série, quase um documentário,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; explora o interior da indústria da moda, mostrando a vida profissional e privada de inúmeras modelos, das seleções às sessões de fotos e deseus agentes, divididos entre a agilidade desse business e os compromissos familiares.  Amanhã é a primeira parte da NY Fashion Week. Promete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-9000165421219817429?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/9000165421219817429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=9000165421219817429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/9000165421219817429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/9000165421219817429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/10/dica-da-tia.html' title='Dica da Tia'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-501970127693192056</id><published>2008-10-30T15:23:00.014-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:00:34.824-02:00</updated><title type='text'>America's Next Bullshit</title><content type='html'>Chegay! Não tenho os dotes fashionísticos das minhas outras calegas-primas, mas dou um caldo prq tenho MBA em Maldades Premeditadas e isso é pré-requisito pra entrar no sistema. E nada melhor pra começar uma participação num blog amizade (miguxa que sou) com uma história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem eu tava procurando umas coisas no Google a respeito do olho turco, um amuleto da sorte que não é lá um ícone da moda, mas ok, quando encontrei OUTRA COISA, que me levou a uma série de raciocínios e uma dor no coração. Lá vai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há algum tempo, quando a gente ainda pensava que nunca criariam algo mais desprezível e rainha-da-sucata style do que o famigerado PIERCING CARNAVALESCO DE UMBIGO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263032273499679426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQoL989dasI/AAAAAAAAAHw/yFdlrC9Sink/s320/2906_piercing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ... apareceu outra aberração do mundo das "jóias corporais", chamado PIERCING DENTAL. Essa alegoria fez alegria das gatas da laje e a tristeza das colegas de trabalho, tipos eu? que convivi um ano com uma pessoa que usava calça de molecoton (vulgo calça mágica) e dente com piercing colorido combinandinho, sobrevivendo diariamente ao fato de que simplesmente não tem como não olhar fixamente pro objeto em questão. Imagina o que é todo dia confundir a jóia amarela com milho, a vermelha com pimenta e a "strass puro" com... ah, CHEGA. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263034700739373698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQoOLPIf6oI/AAAAAAAAAH4/WeDPB9-2qR8/s320/piercing1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E então, finalmente contextualizando, ONTEM... quando via Google eu encontrei a mensagem do fim dos dias. Tava eu de link em link buscando olho turco que eu procurava e... OPA, eye jewellery? beleza, deve ter alguma coisa aí. NOT! Lá estava ela, a peça mais dispensável de todos os tempos: o PIERCING DE OLHO - aka lente de contato com jóia transparente pendurada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263036599343649202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQoP5v_CEbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qhNSr5S11fI/s320/avb_core77_eye_jewellery_klarenbeek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, mas tudo bem, afinal esse tipo de criação sempre tem um conceito bacana e um objetivo nobre, não é? É. Pois reza a lenda que a idéia do "projeto" é RECRIAR LÁGRIMAS DE CRISTAL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O-k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-501970127693192056?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/501970127693192056/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=501970127693192056&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/501970127693192056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/501970127693192056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/10/americas-next-bullshit.html' title='America&apos;s Next Bullshit'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQoL989dasI/AAAAAAAAAHw/yFdlrC9Sink/s72-c/2906_piercing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-7881135506239778073</id><published>2008-10-30T13:27:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:16:02.903-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mygusha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sobrinhas'/><title type='text'>Welcome, Mygusha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nada com uma fonte extra de maldade pra apimentar o blógue. E se tem alguém nese mundo que entende de críticas construtivas (sim, é isso que a gente faz!), é a nossa querida amiga Mygusha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Diretamente da cidade em que todo santamariense quer morar, a Mygusha vai nos ajudar nesse árduo trabalho de colocar mais bom senso no mundo. E embora seja linda e a-d-o-rá-v-e-l, ela não tem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mW5Jc8YjypI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;cotovelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, então, preparem-se!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQncv6BYAqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ls1LYVjeqn4/s1600-h/joey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQncv6BYAqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ls1LYVjeqn4/s400/joey.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262980355146121890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I may be made of sugar and spice, but I'm not all that nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome, sweetty!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);  font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holly and Miuxapop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1207562714502517362-7881135506239778073?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/7881135506239778073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=7881135506239778073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/7881135506239778073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/7881135506239778073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-mygusha.html' title='Welcome, Mygusha!'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQncv6BYAqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ls1LYVjeqn4/s72-c/joey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-4793622066309795696</id><published>2008-10-28T22:47:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:08:05.362-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crocs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t-dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='botas'/><title type='text'>Oh, Crap! (and other stuff)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se tem alguma coisa em que você pode confiar, é na Donna ZH e suas dicas furadas. Se na semana retrasada ela (vamos dar uma personalidade ao caderno) afirmou que os shorts “vão invadir nossas praias”, nesta semana ela teve a capacidade de afirmar: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Se você é uma crocmaníaca, sente-se e regule os batimentos cardíacos. Depois das &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;fofas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; e coloridas sandálias Crocs, que vestem pés de todas as idades, é chegada a hora de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;morrer de amores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pela botas da grife”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gente, a Donna ZH nunca viu uma Croc na vida, não? Caso você não se lembre, essa coisa é uma Croc:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQe01O3O21I/AAAAAAAAAG4/JheXamiB3sY/s1600-h/crocs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 193px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQe01O3O21I/AAAAAAAAAG4/JheXamiB3sY/s200/crocs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262373516221537106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Existe coisa mais feia? Só se colocar uma legging junto. Gente, parece que eles foram atrás do tamanco holandês mais feio que existe e acharam que seriam uma grande idéia reproduzir ele no material mais nobre que existe: plástico. E agora resolveram lanças galochas – quer dizer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;botas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (bitch, please!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQe1bHe-MwI/AAAAAAAAAHI/OYE4vEkhwqU/s1600-h/Crocs_Georgie_Boots_Yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 175px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQe1bHe-MwI/AAAAAAAAAHI/OYE4vEkhwqU/s200/Crocs_Georgie_Boots_Yellow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262374167075762946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não é por nada, mas é a cara das botas que o meu pai usava pra desatolar o carro em dias de chuva na fazenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; ******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Achou que era isso? Capaz. A Donna continua. Primeiro, as boas notícias: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ouviu falar em t-dress?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;”    Siiiiim!! A-m-o!        “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Incorpore ao vocabulário, então. É tendência forte.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;     OBA!    “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Trata-se de uma peça 2 em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:metricconverter productid="1,”" st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;”     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:metricconverter&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; ... ãn, não, não é.     “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;que pode ser usada como camiseta ou como vestido”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;AFFF! Que mania de colocar calça jeans na equação! Eu já não suporto aquelas batas gigantes, agora querem me convencer a usar um VESTIDO com calça jeans? Qual o problema que as pessoas têm com saias e vestidos? Sério, não são peças difíceis de usar. É só sentar com os joelhos cruzados e não dar cambalhotas. Pronto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQe2_fiO3AI/AAAAAAAAAHY/LoER5BSsdIY/s1600-h/tdress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQe2_fiO3AI/AAAAAAAAAHY/LoER5BSsdIY/s400/tdress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262375891518807042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm so cute, why would you ruin me with a pair of jeans?&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/1207562714502517362-4793622066309795696?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/4793622066309795696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=4793622066309795696&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/4793622066309795696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/4793622066309795696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-crap-and-other-stuff.html' title='Oh, Crap! (and other stuff)'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQe01O3O21I/AAAAAAAAAG4/JheXamiB3sY/s72-c/crocs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-6787992977796544321</id><published>2008-10-28T22:44:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:52:11.517-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarcasmo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaúcha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend jeans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baggy jeans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink'/><title type='text'>Mas Bah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQeu0r52b0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/0CDl_iaOtng/s1600-h/baggy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262366909767511874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQeu0r52b0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/0CDl_iaOtng/s400/baggy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gente, essa onda de baggy jeans/boyfriend jeans e até mesmo, do &lt;a href="http://odiariodeumafashionista.blogs.sapo.pt/56343.html"&gt;sarouel &lt;/a&gt;está perdendo a graça. Eu até que acho bonitinha, mas quando cai na boca do povo, perde a razão. É, porque começou assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- *ahhh, a Rachel Bilson saiu com pressa*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-*calma gente, a Kate saiu com as calças cientológicas do Tommy, nada demais, sabe como é celebridade*...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;mas daí, hoje eu vi a Alicia Moore (aka P!nk), tipos...o que seria isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262016247994850482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQZv5fARHLI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Ru6_wxnBAQA/s400/pink_2_wenn2140577.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bombacha jeans (denin) + bota + lenço+ boina!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pensei que podia ser baggy jeans...mas, a P!nk é&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; gaúcha&lt;/span&gt; e eu nem sabia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;E mais, ela que pediu para falar disso aqui no blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQeXBBFd0SI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BjGwbLc8pc4/s1600-h/pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262340733332738338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQeXBBFd0SI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BjGwbLc8pc4/s200/pink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQeXBBFd0SI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BjGwbLc8pc4/s1600-h/pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Talk about it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;seguido de um "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TCHÊ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;juro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/1207562714502517362-6787992977796544321?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/6787992977796544321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=6787992977796544321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/6787992977796544321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/6787992977796544321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/10/mas-bah.html' title='Mas Bah!'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQeu0r52b0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/0CDl_iaOtng/s72-c/baggy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-5407981501441688058</id><published>2008-10-28T18:28:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:19:53.629-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabelo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='julia roberts'/><title type='text'>Hide-and-seek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu (Holly) sempre tive vontade de dar uma enloquecida e  pintar o cabelo de, sei lá, roxo. Rosa Pink, preto com mechas vermelhas. Ou fazer um corte á lá Agnes Deyn. Something edgy. Morro de inveja da mecha pink da Miuxapop. Mas o máximo que eu fiz até hoje foi tonalizar o cabelo de vermelho-roxo, que é uma cor legalzinha, e pelo menos um pouco menos tedioso que o meu castanho-escuro. Radicalizar e tacar uma cor como verde ou rosa pink no cabelo é algo que pede muita coragem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Por isso, me surpreendi com a coragem da Julia Roberts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQd4I8Qqa_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RceG9UU2SHU/s1600-h/imagem.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 177px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQd4I8Qqa_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RceG9UU2SHU/s400/imagem.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262306784616016882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oh no! Lily Allen fez escola! Como será a Julia Roberts de cabelo rosa? Será que ela não tá meio... ãn, digamos, não jovem o suficiente para pintar o cabelo de rosa? Dels, a curiosidade!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQd4JKeHGFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/cPhshNuj7xA/s1600-h/julia.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 387px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQd4JKeHGFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/cPhshNuj7xA/s400/julia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262306788430518354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ai gente. Bocejo. Aparentemente, Julia ficou com medo de como ficaria com o cabelo todo rosa, então decidiu fazer apenas algumas mechas. Bocejo enorme. Lily, o que você acha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00500/lilyBig_280_500947a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 390px;" src="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00500/lilyBig_280_500947a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fucking newbie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;p.s.: você não precisa de uma lupa para achar a mecha pink da Miuxapop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-5407981501441688058?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/5407981501441688058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=5407981501441688058&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/5407981501441688058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/5407981501441688058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/10/hide-and-seek.html' title='Hide-and-seek'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQd4I8Qqa_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RceG9UU2SHU/s72-c/imagem.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-1594877390173472604</id><published>2008-10-28T14:51:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:13:32.555-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to bete'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='betty lago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharon stone'/><title type='text'>The poor man's Rapid Beaver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ser brasileiro é foda.  Ao invés de séries, temos novelas. Ao invés de Uma Thurman, temos a Juliana Paes como uma secretária sueca. Ao invés do John Stewart, temos o Pedro Bial (what the hell?) tecendo comentários sobre as eleições americanas. Ao invés do Oscar e do Grammy, nós temos o Tim Festival e outros genéricos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E como se isso não bastasse, ao invés da Sharon Stone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v719/gofugyourself/GFY112005/2266581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 411px; height: 562px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v719/gofugyourself/GFY112005/2266581.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nós temos a Betty Lago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQdGgr_HiGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dv9Oq2NdYc4/s1600-h/betty.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQdGgr_HiGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dv9Oq2NdYc4/s400/betty.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262252216982931554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Vamos combinar:  que dominatrix você prefere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sorry aí pra quem não pegou a referência do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tô Bete! &lt;/span&gt;e do lolcat. Outro dia a Tia explica.&lt;/span&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/1207562714502517362-1594877390173472604?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/1594877390173472604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=1594877390173472604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/1594877390173472604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/1594877390173472604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/10/poor-mans-rapid-beaver.html' title='The poor man&apos;s Rapid Beaver'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQdGgr_HiGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dv9Oq2NdYc4/s72-c/betty.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-6725682025603423191</id><published>2008-10-26T21:53:00.013-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:10:20.789-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jude Law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pimpão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colete'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filhos'/><title type='text'>Ter filhos...embaranga?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Duas verdades-verdadeiras (praticamente um paradigma pessoal) que eu achei que nunca ia mudar de opinião:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;1) Jude Law é muito gato (sem esquecer o sotaque maravilhoso);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261632318031824050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQUSt0cAhLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LaIsSAX4CM4/s400/Jude+Law+gato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Coletes são peças móito legais de usar, clássicas ou cool.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261629158316113010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQUP15lE_HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ohY18YAx9RE/s400/vest.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bem, neste domingo nublado, ao passear por alguns &lt;a href="http://www.justjared.com/"&gt;websites&lt;/a&gt; randomly...encontro isso: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261619247427021650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQUG1Ao-61I/AAAAAAAAAFI/3kEKyOLjVLs/s400/jude-law-kids-toy-store-07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;1.1) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quem é esse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(quase careca, bigode, costeleta, camiseta furada...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;2.2) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG, que &lt;em&gt;tipo&lt;/em&gt; de colete é esse?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQURYev97MI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mWvx3bTn6aw/s1600-h/Pimpao.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261630851921079490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQURYev97MI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mWvx3bTn6aw/s200/Pimpao.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Analisei os fatos, cheguei a considerar que ele estaria a copiar o coletinho que minha mãe fez para o Ursinho Pimpão da minha irmã (aqui do lado)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas, acho que apenas um fator é a razão do Jude Law estar se transformando (aka embarangando):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261631659200633106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQUSHeGaWRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zXYK-5VqHg4/s320/jude-law-kids-toy-store-04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Filhos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-6725682025603423191?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/6725682025603423191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=6725682025603423191&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/6725682025603423191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/6725682025603423191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/10/ter-filhosembaranga.html' title='Ter filhos...embaranga?'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQUSt0cAhLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LaIsSAX4CM4/s72-c/Jude+Law+gato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-4169914773293698180</id><published>2008-10-25T20:47:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:19:20.678-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='julia roberts'/><title type='text'>Onde está o drama?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQOivVaXMRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PllhW2N4pLI/s1600-h/whereisthedramahere.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261227723784139026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQOivVaXMRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PllhW2N4pLI/s400/whereisthedramahere.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O joguinho aqui não é encontrar a palavra *drama* escrita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Encontre o drama &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt; na vida de uma celebridade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- A pose de cachorro *arrependido* (vide &lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=GVDriuhS0HU"&gt;Chaves&lt;/a&gt;) combinados a um sorriso amarelo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- o vestidinho primavera do tipo *oi-sou-camponesa*; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- o local da foto, cantinho do spotlight, fio e tomada aparecendo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;- ou, finalmente, os sapatos do tipo ativista da &lt;a href="http://www.faep.com.br/boletim/bi929/foto05bi929.jpg"&gt;Via Campesina&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jules&lt;/em&gt;, você já se vestiu bem melhor, néam? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Até quando era profissional do sexo em *&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0100405/"&gt;Pretty Woman&lt;/a&gt;*:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261233089771748338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQOnnrRgO_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/BiSdK5v_H80/s400/juliar03.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tá rindo do quê?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;heh, acho que não...até a senhora com modelito *prisão-feminina-acabou-meu-&lt;a href="http://www.grecin.com.br/site/387/default.aspx"&gt;Grecin-2000&lt;/a&gt;* achou HÓRRÍÍÍÍVÉÉÉÉLLL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Não sei o que acrescentar aqui. Estou chocada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-4169914773293698180?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/4169914773293698180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=4169914773293698180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/4169914773293698180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/4169914773293698180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/10/onde-est-o-drama.html' title='Onde está o drama?'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQOivVaXMRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PllhW2N4pLI/s72-c/whereisthedramahere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-8544745999589169173</id><published>2008-10-25T15:54:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T16:26:52.732-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grazi'/><title type='text'>É só elogiar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Esses dias a Grazi apareceu na tv e minha mãe comentou: "ai, essa aí era do big brother, não?" com sua melhor cara de reprovação. Pra falar a verdade, eu nunca vi a Grazi em nada na tv, com exceção de um quadro no Casos e Acasos, mas ela parece ser uma daquelas pessoas queridas que todo mundo a-d-o-r-a, então eu até que tentei defender ela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Só que quando ela aparece desse jeito, fica difícil:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQNedvCEWNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/L8X-UkwlxjE/s1600-h/grasi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQNedvCEWNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/L8X-UkwlxjE/s400/grasi.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261152654633228498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Grazi, tá tudo bem? Você não quer comer alguma coisa? Um sanduíche, um chocolatezinho.... tem certeza? Então por que você saiu assim de casa, com uma cortininha rendada super apertada no colo, fazendo você aparecer ainda *mais* magra? Se isso não é um pedido de ajuda, eu não sei o que é.&lt;/div&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/1207562714502517362-8544745999589169173?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/8544745999589169173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=8544745999589169173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/8544745999589169173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/8544745999589169173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/10/s-elogiar.html' title='É só elogiar...'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQNedvCEWNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/L8X-UkwlxjE/s72-c/grasi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-6031150664237276493</id><published>2008-10-25T12:36:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T16:30:30.165-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danielle winits'/><title type='text'>Once upon a time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Das duas uma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ou a Danielle Winits descobriu a Tia e tá fazendo de tudo pra aparecer aqui, ou ela tomou um Vicodin antes de sair de casa e achou que era uma princesa do reino de Far, far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQMv8vBrgoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DIxIefplwMs/s1600-h/imagem.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQMv8vBrgoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DIxIefplwMs/s400/imagem.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261101510161040002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada mais explica ela sair de casa com uma TIARA na TESTA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: porque povo tem mania de pegar o objeto mais próximo e POSAR, como se estivesse em um editorial de moda? Tipo, é*só* uma flor de plástico (p-l-á-s-t-i-c-o).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-6031150664237276493?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/6031150664237276493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=6031150664237276493&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/6031150664237276493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/6031150664237276493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/10/onde-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time....'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQMv8vBrgoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DIxIefplwMs/s72-c/imagem.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-4489435453716090773</id><published>2008-10-23T09:51:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:53:29.476-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danielle winits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crianças'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doom'/><title type='text'>And now for something completely terryfing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não sou muito fã de linhas de roupa para crianças. Tenho medo das listas de Best Dressed Children (não lembro que revista fez essa lista ano passado, mas deve ter sido a People). Crianças não têm que se vestir bem. Crianças têm que usar shorts. Dizem por aí que a Angelina Jolie veste a Shiloh com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hand-me-downs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, ou seja, roupas dos irmãos mais velhos, enquanto a Katie Holmes compra roupas de grife pra Suri. Sou mais da Angelina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Roupas de criança são muito fofas, mas não precisam custar tanto quanto ou mais do que um par de Jimmy Choos. Já bastam os brinquedos de preços astronômicos. Taí uma coisa que eu não entendo. Brinquedos para crianças e brinquedos para gatos. Gente, dá um gibi da Mônica pra um e uma bolinha de papel pro outro que eles se divertem a tarde inteira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas, se é pra lançar um grife de roupas para crianças, então pelo menos que seja alguém com um mínimo de bom senso em moda (se bem que pra ter bom senso em moda é preciso ter bom senso na VIDA). Por isso fiquei super feliz com essa chamada no EGO: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/Fotos/0,,GF63808-9801,00-DANIELLE+WINITS+E+CASSIO+REIS+LANCAM+LINHA+DE+ROUPAS+COM+O+NOME+DO+FILHO.html#fotogaleria=1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Danielle Winits e Cássio Reis lançam linha de roupas com o nome do filho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -1px;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -1px;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQBveVYEReI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EmwNMe6n2G4/s1600-h/listras+horizontais+engordam+at%C3%A9+beb%C3%AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQBveVYEReI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EmwNMe6n2G4/s400/listras+horizontais+engordam+at%C3%A9+beb%C3%AA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260326931693585890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Famosos como Cynthia Howlett foram ao lançamento da Dolcce Abraccio by Noah, nesta terça, 21, no Rio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dolcce Abraccio by Noah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Repetindo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dolcce Abraccio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Bom saber que, além de uma linha de roupas, a Danielle também está lançando uma nova língua. Porque italiano isso não é não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Corrão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ps: atalho da foto by Miuxa*: listras horizontais engordam até bebês.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/1207562714502517362-4489435453716090773?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/4489435453716090773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=4489435453716090773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/4489435453716090773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/4489435453716090773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-now-for-something-completely.html' title='And now for something completely terryfing'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SQBveVYEReI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EmwNMe6n2G4/s72-c/listras+horizontais+engordam+at%C3%A9+beb%C3%AA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-4088533704920783076</id><published>2008-10-22T12:25:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:32:32.736-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELLE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;barato&quot;'/><title type='text'>O barato que sai caro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A ELLE é uma das melhores revistas de moda atualmente, mas de vez em quando desliza. Confesso que não entendi essa chamada no site: &lt;a href="http://elle.abril.com.br/moda/shopping/ensaio_345322.shtml"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barato Chic - fique na moda no ato sem dever nada a ninguém. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Juntando "barato" e "sem dever nada", a gente deveria chegar à conlusão de que a Elle vai nos dar dicas para entrar na moda sem limpar a conta bancária, certo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acho que a ELLE tá botando muita fé na minha conta bancária:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://elle.abril.com.br/imagem/moda/shopping/245_shopping_estilopormenos_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://elle.abril.com.br/imagem/moda/shopping/245_shopping_estilopormenos_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saia jeans tye-die, Index, R$ 428 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;(tye-die? TYE-DIE? O HAI, 1974.)&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://elle.abril.com.br/imagem/moda/shopping/245_shopping_estilopormenos_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://elle.abril.com.br/imagem/moda/shopping/245_shopping_estilopormenos_16.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biquíni, Body Jam, R$ 136&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(por um biquíni feio desses?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://elle.abril.com.br/imagem/moda/shopping/245_shopping_estilopormenos_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://elle.abril.com.br/imagem/moda/shopping/245_shopping_estilopormenos_07.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Short de sarja, Herchcovitch, R$ 268&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(for a fucking formal short!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Será que a &lt;a href="http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/10/mariana-weickert-filha-de-filha-nica-s.html"&gt;Mariana Weickert&lt;/a&gt; tá mesma situação que a minha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-4088533704920783076?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/4088533704920783076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=4088533704920783076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/4088533704920783076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/4088533704920783076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-barato-que-sai-caro.html' title='O barato que sai caro.'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-2083441049900330804</id><published>2008-10-19T15:22:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:22:53.734-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doom'/><title type='text'>Quando isso vai acabar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se tem uma coisa que a gente (?) não entende são os tais shorts "sociais". Desde QUANDO short é social, meu dels? Deixa a Tia explicar uma coisa: só porque você coloca 'social' ao lado de uma palavra, não quer dizer ela transforme o objeto. Quer ver? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Havaiana social&lt;/span&gt;. Pronto. Agora quero ver quem vai ser o primeiro a ir de havaiana no Absinto [replace that with your own personal choice  of club here].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dizem por aí que o short "&lt;span id="fonte"&gt;deixa a mulher feminina e sexy com mais conforto que a minissaia". Gente, mais conforto que a minissaia? Deixa eu contar uma história. Quando eu estava na 4ª série, uma colega apareceu com a grande idéia de usar um mini short por baixo da saia, para evitar transtornos na hora de brincar de pega-pega. Ao que outra colega prontamente respondeu, do alto dos seus 10 anos: "Short por baixo da saia?! Se você não sabe usar saia, não use saia!"&lt;p&gt;Então, se você não vai brincar de pega-pega, deixe o short para a hora da faxina em casa. Ou pelo menos não me venha com esssa história de short social. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não cola&lt;/span&gt;. Pior que isso só ler no Donna do domingo passado que "o short vai invadir a nossa praia".&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  O RLY?&lt;/span&gt; Achei que o povo ia pra praia de calça jeans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fonte"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anywho, toda essa introdução só para  mostrar isso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.estadao.com.br/blog/media/short.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://blog.estadao.com.br/blog/media/short.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; NÃÃÃÃÃÃOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! NÃO, NÃO E NÃO! Viu no que dá ficar espalhando essa febre de short "social"?O fim do mundo chegou e ninguém me avisou.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*dica do &lt;a href="http://bubbletheory.wordpress.com/"&gt;Pereira&lt;/a&gt;, uma pessoa com bom senso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-2083441049900330804?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/2083441049900330804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=2083441049900330804&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/2083441049900330804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/2083441049900330804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/10/quando-isso-vai-acabar.html' title='Quando isso vai acabar?'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-3961107890925406555</id><published>2008-10-18T21:32:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T14:29:22.835-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BNTM'/><title type='text'>Live Blogging Brazil's Next Top Model</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ou, essa era a idéia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;sério, como="" um="" programa="" pode="" ser="" o="" nem="" tem="" a=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sério,&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;sério, como="" um="" programa="" pode="" ser="" o="" nem="" tem="" a=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: normal; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sério, como um programa pode ser tão ruim? Nem tem graça detonar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's that bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. A gente se pergunta se as outras versões do ANTP são tão ruins assim também, ou se só no Brasil a produção sentou e pensou "como a gente pode fazer o pior show da tv paga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Ideas, people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;!!". Sério. Cansou já. Para maiores explicações vide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pgaol.blogspot.com/2008/08/das-coisas-que-fogem-minha-compreenso_26.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;este post de agosto passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; no Pgaol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sério,&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-3961107890925406555?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/3961107890925406555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=3961107890925406555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/3961107890925406555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/3961107890925406555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/10/live-blogging-brazils-next-top-model.html' title='Live Blogging Brazil&apos;s Next Top Model'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-1175687817784770447</id><published>2008-10-18T11:57:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T14:29:36.014-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Maria Braga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supermercado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mariana Weickert'/><title type='text'>Mariana Weickert: filha de filha única, só pode!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258513671772169090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPn-UtyD44I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vH2hK10sFJE/s400/estilo_p01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.terra.com.br/istoegente"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Istoé gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Acostumada a vestir as melhores grifes nas passarelas, a modelo não se importa com etiqueta na hora de compor o próprio guarda-roupa. Seu jeans preferido foi comprado no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;supermercado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. “Estava no supermercado e vi essa calça. Amei a cor. Coloquei no carrinho e pensei: É tão baratinho. É minha calça preferida”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Okay, not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Olhares de reprovação da tia. Claro, para quem pode ganhar US$500 mil por um trabalho como modelo (ou um *pouco* menos, como repórter do GNT Fashion), comprar calça no Carrefour é básico. Além disso, nada como a revolução industrial para a gente consumir produtos em massa. Mariana Weickert não tem tia. Aposto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Porque tudo nessa vida é preciso usar a cuca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258514269703915346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPn-3hQGR1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/m_xfOqsPJ0A/s400/banner_participo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ah, entendi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;quem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ela anda escutando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nota das Sobrinhas: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;houve conflito de princípios nesse post. A Miuxa* acha que comprar roupa no mercado é pecado mortal, assim como tirar os sapatos em festa, e a Holly ama garimpar  vestidos pelos Wal-Marts da vida (embora nunca tenha achado nada decente no Carrefour), sorrindo secretamente quando alguém que pagou R$300,00 por uma calça jeans "Forum" comenta: "que vestido bonito esse!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-1175687817784770447?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/1175687817784770447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=1175687817784770447&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/1175687817784770447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/1175687817784770447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/10/mariana-weickert-filha-de-filha-nica-s.html' title='Mariana Weickert: filha de filha única, só pode!'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPn-UtyD44I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vH2hK10sFJE/s72-c/estilo_p01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-3327449760621946661</id><published>2008-10-15T11:25:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:38:11.528-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antenada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leticia birkheuer'/><title type='text'>Antenada na moda</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Do site da Caras: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A atriz, que almoçou hoje com amigos no Sushi Leblon, no Rio de Janeiro, mostrou mais uma vez que, mesmo sem querer, sempre está atenta à moda. Minutos antes do compromisso marcado no restaurante japonês, a morena encontrou o acessório em uma loja próxima ao local. "Estava passando pelo lugar e decidi entrar na loja. Gostei do chapéu e quis comprá-lo. Tinha muitos outros acessórios no espaço, mas me encantei por esse". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.caras.com.br/imagens/47539/20081007190024_47539_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.caras.com.br/imagens/47539/20081007190024_47539_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bom saber que a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;moda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; agora é aterrar a cabeça com um boné de maquinista. Valeu pela dica, Letícia! Mal posso esperar pela estréia do seu programa na GNT! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p.s.: Atriz e morena? Achei que você era modelo e loira. G&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o figure&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt; opa! "Básico" já estreou. Letícia apareceu duas vezes nos últimos 10 minutos, o restante foi "pessoas comums" falando que a Amy Winehouse é foda porque faz besteira mas não liga pra o que as pessoas falam. Promete.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-3327449760621946661?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/3327449760621946661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=3327449760621946661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/3327449760621946661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/3327449760621946661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/10/antenada-na-moda.html' title='Antenada na moda'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-8428330506538830095</id><published>2008-10-15T10:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:30:04.540-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grazi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danielle winits'/><title type='text'>Bon senso: ou você tem, ou contrata uma personal stylist melhor que a atual</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Confesso que não conheço o mercado brasileiro de personal stylists. Mas considerando que &lt;a href="http://www.caras.com.br/secoes/eventos/noticias/8754/"&gt;a personal stylist do Fábio Assunção é a própria namorada&lt;/a&gt;, e as fotos "temáticas" da "revista" Caras, tendo a acreditar que o mercado esteja em baixa. E já que as celebridades brasileiras não recebem amostras da Carolinha Herrera em casa um mês antes do evento, o jeito é confiar no velho bom senso.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O problema é que o bom senso é cultivado desde a infância, e infelizmente a gente não pode escolher a nossa tia. Grazi, por exemplo, teve sorte de ter uma pessoa extremamente sensata como tia. Da galeria "temática" de decotes da Caras:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.caras.com.br/imagens/47429/20081007122442_47429_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.caras.com.br/imagens/47429/20081007122442_47429_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maquiagem leve, vestido com um corte perfeito (amei o detalhe das mangas) e cor que combina com a pele ela, sandália sensata numa época infestada de sandálias-gladiadoras e sandálias de stripper. Nada de jóias mirabolantes ou decotes enlouquecidos. Grazi ouviu muito bem os conselhos da tia. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Less is more&lt;/span&gt;, ainda mais quando você não precisa de muita coisa pra chamar a atenção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Danielle Winits, por outro lado... o "l" duplo no nome já dá a pista. Certeza que a tia da Danielle é a Copélia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.caras.com.br/imagens/47411/20081007120327_47411_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.caras.com.br/imagens/47411/20081007120327_47411_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;refiro não comentar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Capaz, a gente vai comentar sim:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a) por acaso ela está usando BOTA com um vestido longo? MEDO.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;b) esse rasgo no vestido é pra ser 'sexy'? o decote que mal segura os seios dentro do vestido não é suficiente?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;c) ela está usando um relógio/pulseira de PLÁSTICO AMARELO?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;d) Danielle, só porque essa carteira combinou com a roupa da Grazi, não quer dizer que ela combine com tudo, ok? Ah, e as raízes do seu cabelo precisam ser retocadas! Bejo grande!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS: Fábio, se quiser, a gente paga pra ser sua personal stylist! 24h de dedicação!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-8428330506538830095?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/8428330506538830095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=8428330506538830095&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/8428330506538830095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/8428330506538830095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/10/bon-senso-ou-voc-tem-ou-contrata-uma.html' title='Bon senso: ou você tem, ou contrata uma personal stylist melhor que a atual'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1207562714502517362.post-8129539639846954588</id><published>2008-10-13T23:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:45:38.287-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post inicial'/><title type='text'>Começando os trabalhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A minha tia já dizia... todas as tias um dia já disseram. Já avisaram. E você ouviu? Bom, pode ser que &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*você*&lt;/span&gt; tenha ouvido, mas pelo que a gente vê por aí, a maioria das pessoas fez ouvidos moucos para os conselhos tão sábios da tia. E agora sai na rua desse jeito. Quem mandou não ouvir a tia?! Bem feito. Agora aguenta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.usatoday.com/onpolitics/images/2008/02/08/50594227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://blogs.usatoday.com/onpolitics/images/2008/02/08/50594227.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Vai sair na rua assim, menina?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1207562714502517362-8129539639846954588?l=minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/feeds/8129539639846954588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1207562714502517362&amp;postID=8129539639846954588&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/8129539639846954588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1207562714502517362/posts/default/8129539639846954588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhatiajadizia.blogspot.com/2008/10/comeando-os-trabalhos.html' title='Começando os trabalhos'/><author><name>As Sobrinhas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09758174921336563733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRqSvD2sihM/SPSFoqBZGtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/e2kcx5TZM08/S220/bicarb51.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
