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Vou fazer um pra mim :)&lt;br /&gt;Fica lindo lindo!&lt;br /&gt;Em A4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zJAHxhsarI/TpxFoYtJ_5I/AAAAAAAABaY/GiG2zvGmUE4/s1600/scrapbook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zJAHxhsarI/TpxFoYtJ_5I/AAAAAAAABaY/GiG2zvGmUE4/s320/scrapbook.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-6690587139983561531?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/6690587139983561531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=6690587139983561531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/6690587139983561531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/6690587139983561531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/10/scrap-book.html' title='Scrap Book'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0zJAHxhsarI/TpxFoYtJ_5I/AAAAAAAABaY/GiG2zvGmUE4/s72-c/scrapbook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-7746061369425450000</id><published>2011-10-13T14:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T14:58:56.572-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Folder</title><content type='html'>Desenvolvido em A3.&lt;br /&gt;Dobra ao meio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Frente &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GKXptVzhK_o/Tpckd1HhiII/AAAAAAAABaI/dscyHNRO4ZM/s1600/folder_in.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GKXptVzhK_o/Tpckd1HhiII/AAAAAAAABaI/dscyHNRO4ZM/s320/folder_in.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Verso &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VO1qY9inxIo/TpcktdjlJkI/AAAAAAAABaQ/AL4BuBaAyH8/s1600/folder_out.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VO1qY9inxIo/TpcktdjlJkI/AAAAAAAABaQ/AL4BuBaAyH8/s320/folder_out.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-7746061369425450000?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/7746061369425450000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=7746061369425450000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/7746061369425450000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/7746061369425450000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/10/folder.html' title='Folder'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GKXptVzhK_o/Tpckd1HhiII/AAAAAAAABaI/dscyHNRO4ZM/s72-c/folder_in.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-5055564100016644319</id><published>2011-10-12T13:10:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T13:17:29.519-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>Seu relacionamento com Zé será cancelado ao salvar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ySFpJYXUEgM/TpW5c6ASFJI/AAAAAAAABaA/CLI-BQEjQfk/s200/lcwi1264465526578.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sempre achei que namoro, casamento, romance tem começo, meio e para por aí. Se pararmos para pensar, o amor não acaba, ele se transforma em outra coisa. Pode ser raiva, desprezo, indiferença, carinho, respeito, amizade e até sexo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tem que gente que se contenta com o carinho e respeito e vai levando. Tem gente que fica tão indiferente e deleta o outro, como se ele nunca tivesse existido. A questão não é o "pra sempre", porque não temos controle sobre isso. Mas o quanto nos "doamos" para o pra sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Se nada é eterno, que seja eterno enquanto dure oras. O namoro/casamento/romance terminou, mas as lembranças ficaram. Se são boas ou ruins, não importa, importa o que você vai fazer com elas. Guarde as partes boas, jogue fora o que sobrar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Alguém já disse que:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;seja qual for o relacionamento que você atraiu para dentro de sua vida, numa determinada época, ele foi aquilo de que você precisava naquele momento&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;E se já não existe mais, tudo bem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tem gente que nasceu pra servir de exemplo para os outros. Tem gente que nasceu só pra ajudar, ou ser ajudado. Tanto faz. Você descobre depois da tempestade que tudo o que aconteceu não se resume na mudança de &lt;i&gt;status de relacionamento &lt;/i&gt;da sua rede social.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;E que o seu relacionamento com Zé &lt;b&gt;não &lt;/b&gt;será cancelado ao salvar. Ele se eternizará, em um perfume, uma foto, um cheiro, em você. Ou em nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-5055564100016644319?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/5055564100016644319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=5055564100016644319&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/5055564100016644319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/5055564100016644319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/10/seu-relacionamento-com-ze-sera.html' title='Seu relacionamento com Zé será cancelado ao salvar.'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ySFpJYXUEgM/TpW5c6ASFJI/AAAAAAAABaA/CLI-BQEjQfk/s72-c/lcwi1264465526578.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-2249977869125185662</id><published>2011-10-10T15:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T15:08:51.263-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Cartaz Dia das Crianças</title><content type='html'>Desenvolvido em A3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kauocnSyA84/To3kDawMESI/AAAAAAAABZ4/sCT42QYd4Bs/s1600/logos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="98" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kauocnSyA84/To3kDawMESI/AAAAAAAABZ4/sCT42QYd4Bs/s320/logos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-1207669417074933659?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/1207669417074933659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=1207669417074933659&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/1207669417074933659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/1207669417074933659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/10/desenvolvimento-de-logo.html' title='Desenvolvimento de Logo'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kauocnSyA84/To3kDawMESI/AAAAAAAABZ4/sCT42QYd4Bs/s72-c/logos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-1053260387537702818</id><published>2011-09-30T17:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T17:59:37.824-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Convite Casamento Pergaminho</title><content type='html'>Enroladinho com fitinha cor vinho + Tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rrCQAv7jJ4I/ToYtbZ0PMwI/AAAAAAAABZw/nKMdtT6PPJM/s1600/Convite+Casamento+Pergaminho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rrCQAv7jJ4I/ToYtbZ0PMwI/AAAAAAAABZw/nKMdtT6PPJM/s320/Convite+Casamento+Pergaminho.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wKYhOTh4rXY/ToYteTC-pYI/AAAAAAAABZ0/ga43-W-CYrs/s1600/Convite+Casamento+Pergaminho_tag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wKYhOTh4rXY/ToYteTC-pYI/AAAAAAAABZ0/ga43-W-CYrs/s320/Convite+Casamento+Pergaminho_tag.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-1053260387537702818?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/1053260387537702818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=1053260387537702818&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/1053260387537702818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/1053260387537702818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/09/convite-casamento-pergaminho.html' title='Convite Casamento Pergaminho'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rrCQAv7jJ4I/ToYtbZ0PMwI/AAAAAAAABZw/nKMdtT6PPJM/s72-c/Convite+Casamento+Pergaminho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-651131628541107199</id><published>2011-09-30T15:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T15:44:00.143-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Cartão de Aniversário 10x15 e 15x10</title><content type='html'>Modelo 01&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gzGVaDTsm_4/ToYNaQDaBdI/AAAAAAAABZo/a9TPkW6x2g0/s1600/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gzGVaDTsm_4/ToYNaQDaBdI/AAAAAAAABZo/a9TPkW6x2g0/s320/01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modelo 02&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sj1uZEWYtQU/ToYNmxIqUPI/AAAAAAAABZs/6_5NcPQG844/s1600/02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sj1uZEWYtQU/ToYNmxIqUPI/AAAAAAAABZs/6_5NcPQG844/s320/02.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-651131628541107199?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/651131628541107199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=651131628541107199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/651131628541107199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/651131628541107199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/09/cartao-de-aniversario-10x15-e-15x10.html' title='Cartão de Aniversário 10x15 e 15x10'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gzGVaDTsm_4/ToYNaQDaBdI/AAAAAAAABZo/a9TPkW6x2g0/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-6857810636248566991</id><published>2011-09-30T15:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T15:33:02.625-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Cartão de Visita</title><content type='html'>9x5cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_wnZoFb8_T8/ToDkg1sInBI/AAAAAAAABZU/4VyQb9jbgRs/s1600/Cha+Bebe+Cegonha_menina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_wnZoFb8_T8/ToDkg1sInBI/AAAAAAAABZU/4VyQb9jbgRs/s320/Cha+Bebe+Cegonha_menina.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Convite Chá de Bebê Menino 15x12cm (enroladinho com laço azul escuro + tag com nome do convidado)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOREmCHe3Ec/ToDkmsXP1bI/AAAAAAAABZY/LNl2lCC19Vs/s1600/Cha+Bebe+Cegonha_menino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pOREmCHe3Ec/ToDkmsXP1bI/AAAAAAAABZY/LNl2lCC19Vs/s320/Cha+Bebe+Cegonha_menino.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Convite Chá de Bebê Frente e Verso; 14x12cm (1 dobra ao meio + laço branco superior esquerdo com tag com nome do convidado)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R53hwgWSo4k/ToDkrG6fmyI/AAAAAAAABZc/3wbjiZPHfRA/s1600/Cha+Bebe_frente.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R53hwgWSo4k/ToDkrG6fmyI/AAAAAAAABZc/3wbjiZPHfRA/s320/Cha+Bebe_frente.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_2G2HSAzz7s/ToDkxFjUmfI/AAAAAAAABZg/6GkBbRFosg0/s1600/Cha+Bebe_verso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_2G2HSAzz7s/ToDkxFjUmfI/AAAAAAAABZg/6GkBbRFosg0/s320/Cha+Bebe_verso.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-951860927343841337?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/951860927343841337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=951860927343841337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/951860927343841337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/951860927343841337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/09/cha-de-bebe.html' title='Chá de Bebê'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_wnZoFb8_T8/ToDkg1sInBI/AAAAAAAABZU/4VyQb9jbgRs/s72-c/Cha+Bebe+Cegonha_menina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-5391669128095692216</id><published>2011-09-23T15:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T15:49:58.836-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Cartão Churrasco de Fraldas</title><content type='html'>14x12cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Frente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6ts_5fru6Q/TnosO_2SAcI/AAAAAAAABYw/dwtpMl0A1XY/s1600/Adesivo5x3_06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6ts_5fru6Q/TnosO_2SAcI/AAAAAAAABYw/dwtpMl0A1XY/s320/Adesivo5x3_06.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adesivo 5x8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j5c84IkQh4c/TnosTC7cGlI/AAAAAAAABY0/UbU3yaHyYEA/s1600/Adesivo5x8_06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j5c84IkQh4c/TnosTC7cGlI/AAAAAAAABY0/UbU3yaHyYEA/s320/Adesivo5x8_06.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-564267603576377291?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/564267603576377291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=564267603576377291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/564267603576377291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/564267603576377291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-bebe-nasceu.html' title='O bebê nasceu!'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6ts_5fru6Q/TnosO_2SAcI/AAAAAAAABYw/dwtpMl0A1XY/s72-c/Adesivo5x3_06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-9053264719690739003</id><published>2011-09-21T15:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T15:11:10.039-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Cartão 9x5</title><content type='html'>Frente 01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M9M_5_f_4Ac/TnonGFpinkI/AAAAAAAABYs/KMTA8HzNn4s/s320/verso_01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modelo 4x0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NXoTvLDsbnc/Tnom5_G4aTI/AAAAAAAABYo/du5AS5sftHg/s1600/fv_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NXoTvLDsbnc/Tnom5_G4aTI/AAAAAAAABYo/du5AS5sftHg/s320/fv_01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-9053264719690739003?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/9053264719690739003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=9053264719690739003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/9053264719690739003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/9053264719690739003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/09/cartao-9x5.html' title='Cartão 9x5'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eLGmwuFwsOM/TnomWw04sYI/AAAAAAAABYg/z1TfEKFeQAE/s72-c/frente_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-3393082541188982484</id><published>2011-09-21T14:30:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T16:06:28.656-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Cartão Aniversário</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;8x5cm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kcrQ_fBKwg/TnpS7EJmkkI/AAAAAAAABY4/mtIsaoNx8Do/s1600/05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="125" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kcrQ_fBKwg/TnpS7EJmkkI/AAAAAAAABY4/mtIsaoNx8Do/s200/05.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hRSq-x7GTZM/TnpS9QXHPjI/AAAAAAAABY8/hzv0m1EjmJs/s1600/06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="125" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hRSq-x7GTZM/TnpS9QXHPjI/AAAAAAAABY8/hzv0m1EjmJs/s200/06.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tQ7JF_tLfTs/TnpS_n5OxBI/AAAAAAAABZA/BzmjzFInhFY/s1600/07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gePlkTGL50o/TnKOxJZouLI/AAAAAAAABXg/8YgfTy3tSzo/s1600/Convite+Casamento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gePlkTGL50o/TnKOxJZouLI/AAAAAAAABXg/8YgfTy3tSzo/s320/Convite+Casamento.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-6714183729594772666?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/6714183729594772666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=6714183729594772666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/6714183729594772666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/6714183729594772666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/09/convite-de-casamento.html' title='Convite de casamento'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gePlkTGL50o/TnKOxJZouLI/AAAAAAAABXg/8YgfTy3tSzo/s72-c/Convite+Casamento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-1330883743493879256</id><published>2011-09-10T09:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T09:12:02.699-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Convite</title><content type='html'>Convite de festa com promoção :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpRBTNXyMr0/TmtT4YtxHyI/AAAAAAAABXY/XPt3zzxjcUw/s1600/ingresso_frente.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpRBTNXyMr0/TmtT4YtxHyI/AAAAAAAABXY/XPt3zzxjcUw/s320/ingresso_frente.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F_GGEf67HQE/TmtT7eVIrEI/AAAAAAAABXc/LhT7GkClTgg/s1600/ingresso_verso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F_GGEf67HQE/TmtT7eVIrEI/AAAAAAAABXc/LhT7GkClTgg/s320/ingresso_verso.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-1330883743493879256?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/1330883743493879256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=1330883743493879256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/1330883743493879256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/1330883743493879256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/09/convite.html' title='Convite'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xpRBTNXyMr0/TmtT4YtxHyI/AAAAAAAABXY/XPt3zzxjcUw/s72-c/ingresso_frente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-441571638639692251</id><published>2011-09-05T21:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T21:39:40.150-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Cartaz</title><content type='html'>Cartaz para divulgação. Em fase de validação/aprovação.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LY654DZ0WDE/TmVpKfVd5BI/AAAAAAAABXQ/m3XPvq2sgNY/s1600/modelo01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LY654DZ0WDE/TmVpKfVd5BI/AAAAAAAABXQ/m3XPvq2sgNY/s320/modelo01.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gjKHITcTXes/TmVpPvokvMI/AAAAAAAABXU/b3JLW0zyMmM/s1600/modelo02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gjKHITcTXes/TmVpPvokvMI/AAAAAAAABXU/b3JLW0zyMmM/s320/modelo02.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-441571638639692251?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/441571638639692251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=441571638639692251&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/441571638639692251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/441571638639692251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/09/cartaz.html' title='Cartaz'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LY654DZ0WDE/TmVpKfVd5BI/AAAAAAAABXQ/m3XPvq2sgNY/s72-c/modelo01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-4893382612258455690</id><published>2011-09-04T16:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T20:57:47.650-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental'/><title type='text'>Cartão</title><content type='html'>Nova fase.&lt;br /&gt;O que antes era &lt;i&gt;hobbie&lt;/i&gt;, agora é "profissão".&lt;br /&gt;Meus primeiros jobs como arte finalista.&lt;br /&gt;Arte para aprovação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oLFLS96TlhA/TmPNrZ7IE6I/AAAAAAAABXA/KhRU8XNnasg/s1600/c4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oLFLS96TlhA/TmPNrZ7IE6I/AAAAAAAABXA/KhRU8XNnasg/s320/c4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ilKxwxR2_Ck/TmPNuuHn6QI/AAAAAAAABXE/qIeyFnzTcE0/s1600/c3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ilKxwxR2_Ck/TmPNuuHn6QI/AAAAAAAABXE/qIeyFnzTcE0/s320/c3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xWZEyaZ_EY0/TmPNxs2Eb0I/AAAAAAAABXI/_Zpwiv1g2ec/s1600/c2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xWZEyaZ_EY0/TmPNxs2Eb0I/AAAAAAAABXI/_Zpwiv1g2ec/s320/c2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vJZl__P8vO4/TmPN0pgwSVI/AAAAAAAABXM/Cbzo44C2PXA/s1600/c1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vJZl__P8vO4/TmPN0pgwSVI/AAAAAAAABXM/Cbzo44C2PXA/s320/c1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-4893382612258455690?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/4893382612258455690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=4893382612258455690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/4893382612258455690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/4893382612258455690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/09/cartao.html' title='Cartão'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oLFLS96TlhA/TmPNrZ7IE6I/AAAAAAAABXA/KhRU8XNnasg/s72-c/c4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-8113142997527057180</id><published>2011-08-27T20:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T20:57:53.339-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voluntário'/><title type='text'>Banner Fatec Americana</title><content type='html'>Trabalho voluntário Fatec - Americana.&lt;br /&gt;Banner de divulgação 80cm larg. x 14,5 cm de alt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ufWSxByvIb0/TlmDeTO-zkI/AAAAAAAABWo/1wwyQA5v1_g/s1600/banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ufWSxByvIb0/TlmDeTO-zkI/AAAAAAAABWo/1wwyQA5v1_g/s320/banner.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em fase de aprovação :-)&lt;br /&gt;Participação de pitacos de diMoura, Renan Ré e Átila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-8113142997527057180?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/8113142997527057180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=8113142997527057180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/8113142997527057180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/8113142997527057180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/08/trabalho-voluntario-fatec-americana.html' title='Banner Fatec Americana'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ufWSxByvIb0/TlmDeTO-zkI/AAAAAAAABWo/1wwyQA5v1_g/s72-c/banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-7132716409039739913</id><published>2011-08-16T08:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T08:38:31.503-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>2º EcoFatec Americana</title><content type='html'>Trabalho voluntário para o evento da Fatec - Americana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pqYxokDHsdw/TkpVNC6L3KI/AAAAAAAABWA/AVcOyRL1wYY/s1600/folder_back.jpg" target="_blank" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pqYxokDHsdw/TkpVNC6L3KI/AAAAAAAABWA/AVcOyRL1wYY/s320/folder_back.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vVhWppiDdBk/TkpVf_ab0hI/AAAAAAAABWE/8ADTO87VOew/s1600/folder_dentro.jpg" target="_blank" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vVhWppiDdBk/TkpVf_ab0hI/AAAAAAAABWE/8ADTO87VOew/s320/folder_dentro.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Design inspirado no folder da V Semana da Comunicação de 2008 do Colégio D. Pedro II.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-7132716409039739913?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/7132716409039739913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=7132716409039739913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/7132716409039739913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/7132716409039739913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/08/2-ecofatec-americana.html' title='2º EcoFatec Americana'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pqYxokDHsdw/TkpVNC6L3KI/AAAAAAAABWA/AVcOyRL1wYY/s72-c/folder_back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-5521564613225586942</id><published>2011-08-15T20:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T20:40:44.642-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>Como fazer uma mulher feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F-o_TbY4DMw/Tkmtc0qw4bI/AAAAAAAABV8/IzRRJXb850Y/s1600/mulher+feliz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tive uns &lt;i&gt;replys &lt;/i&gt;um tanto quanto interessante sobre &lt;a href="http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/02/como-fazer-um-homem-feliz.html" target="_blank"&gt;Como fazer um homem feliz&lt;/a&gt;. E, tantas opiniões&amp;nbsp;masculinas&amp;nbsp;me levaram a matutar por quê os homens acham&amp;nbsp;difícil&amp;nbsp;fazer as mulheres felizes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meninos do meu Brasil, me desculpem mas... Acreditem se quiserem, a mulher é um bichinho fácil de entender! Talvez eu ganhe milhões por revelar alguns segredos femininos &lt;strike&gt;ou não&lt;/strike&gt;. Vamos às necessidades do mulheril:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sexo/Amor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Conforto&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amigas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Conhecimento&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exatamente como os homens, a ordem dos fatores não altera o produto. As vezes o número 4 vem primeiro, seguido do 2, 3 e então o 1. Chapinha,&amp;nbsp;roupas e a vaidade estão no conforto de tê-las, entendeu? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, gostamos de manipulá-los. Ter conhecimento sobre seus horários, amigos e afins. Mas, nos contentamos até o ponto em que &lt;b&gt;vocês&lt;/b&gt; nos fazem sentir segura. Aí entra o conforto da relação estável.&amp;nbsp;É muito importante para as mulheres a opinião de suas amigas (temos, em média, 3 amigas que realmente levamos em conta). Se você for simpático, não tem com o que se preocupar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meninos, temos que concordar, quem não gosta de um abraço gostoso na fila do mercado? Ou uma bitoquinha &lt;strike&gt;molhada&lt;/strike&gt; no semáforo vermelho? É muito bom demonstrar apreço pela mulher, seja no cinema ou em quatro paredes. Existem lugares que queremos ser mimadas (em público) e lugares que queremos ser domadas (dispensa explicação)... rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que queremos e gostamos de nos sentir valorizadas, lindas e únicas para o parceiro. O&amp;nbsp;cavalheirismo&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;nunca &lt;/b&gt;saíra de moda. Não precisa abrir a porta do carro todos os dias, mas surpreender com uma flor roubada do jardim é bom de vez em quando né!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa dizer que somos mais lindas que a &lt;i&gt;Angelina Jolie&lt;/i&gt;, basta nos fazer sentir maravilhosa para você. Isso inclui um elogio bem de manhãzinha, quando estamos com a cara amassada e você diz: "Amorzinho, você tá linda assim". Vamos dar risada, te chamar de bobo, mas no fundo, aquilo muda nossa dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe qual é a melhor parte disso tudo? Uma mulher feliz e segura faz um amor fora de série.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-5521564613225586942?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/5521564613225586942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=5521564613225586942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/5521564613225586942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/5521564613225586942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/08/como-fazer-uma-mulher-feliz.html' title='Como fazer uma mulher feliz'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F-o_TbY4DMw/Tkmtc0qw4bI/AAAAAAAABV8/IzRRJXb850Y/s72-c/mulher+feliz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-7738570009360802847</id><published>2011-08-09T16:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T16:32:04.585-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><title type='text'>Dia dos namorados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0c6xO6VZ684/TkGHpiip2CI/AAAAAAAABUs/xyx1N7btFGA/s1600/84.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0c6xO6VZ684/TkGHpiip2CI/AAAAAAAABUs/xyx1N7btFGA/s320/84.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já parou pra pensar em quantas coisas se eternizam no tempo?&amp;nbsp;Um cheiro, uma mania, o jeitinho de falar, um lugar em comum... São os laços invisíveis que ficam!&lt;br /&gt;O dia dos namorados já foi há algum tempo mas, neste ano, se eternizou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reportagem pro jornal &lt;a href="http://www.oliberalnet.com.br/noticia/E38065DCB57-um_dia_12_que_vai_marcar" target="_blank"&gt;O Liberal&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;com o meu bofe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Que seja eterno enquanto dure&lt;br /&gt;Que dure para sempre&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-7738570009360802847?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/7738570009360802847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=7738570009360802847&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/7738570009360802847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/7738570009360802847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/08/dia-dos-namorados.html' title='Dia dos namorados'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0c6xO6VZ684/TkGHpiip2CI/AAAAAAAABUs/xyx1N7btFGA/s72-c/84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-2367119060958395353</id><published>2011-07-18T12:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T12:20:38.382-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voluntário'/><title type='text'>Certificate</title><content type='html'>Design para o certificado do II Curso de Imersão em Cultura Americana e Língua Inglesa para os alunos da FATEC Americana e FATEC São José.&lt;br /&gt;Front and back; Trabalho voluntário ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lXXY2-WbNtM/TiROiewUIkI/AAAAAAAABUc/wHtRoNWG0pg/s1600/certificate.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lXXY2-WbNtM/TiROiewUIkI/AAAAAAAABUc/wHtRoNWG0pg/s320/certificate.png" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-2367119060958395353?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/2367119060958395353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=2367119060958395353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/2367119060958395353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/2367119060958395353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/07/certificate.html' title='Certificate'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lXXY2-WbNtM/TiROiewUIkI/AAAAAAAABUc/wHtRoNWG0pg/s72-c/certificate.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-346334596191572038</id><published>2011-07-14T10:38:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T10:40:20.905-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voluntário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inglês'/><title type='text'>Banner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h5LnuXcXgCo/Th7wci4pYTI/AAAAAAAABUY/7jWH0YXNJFw/s1600/banner.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "target=_blank""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h5LnuXcXgCo/Th7wci4pYTI/AAAAAAAABUY/7jWH0YXNJFw/s320/banner.png" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arte 0,8m x 1m. Trabalho voluntário :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-346334596191572038?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/346334596191572038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=346334596191572038&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/346334596191572038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/346334596191572038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/07/banner.html' title='Banner'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h5LnuXcXgCo/Th7wci4pYTI/AAAAAAAABUY/7jWH0YXNJFw/s72-c/banner.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-6726507381237871403</id><published>2011-05-08T18:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T18:53:30.839-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental'/><title type='text'>FATEC Retrô</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDcSRCTxPmc/TccQLOPONMI/AAAAAAAABT0/iWRZ4UCZWZA/s1600/logo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="108" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDcSRCTxPmc/TccQLOPONMI/AAAAAAAABT0/iWRZ4UCZWZA/s200/logo.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey folks,&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo der certo (e espero que dê), ganho no jornal da Faculdade uma coluna para falar sobre os professores. Um modo informal e divertido dos alunos conhecerem seus futuros/atuais mestres! A coluna provavelmente chamará FATEC Retrô. O primeiro artigo foi pra aprovação!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S81GgJHjJs4/TccQrQBm7MI/AAAAAAAABT4/l-j5RRF5BkQ/s1600/ivana.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S81GgJHjJs4/TccQrQBm7MI/AAAAAAAABT4/l-j5RRF5BkQ/s320/ivana.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-6726507381237871403?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/6726507381237871403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=6726507381237871403&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/6726507381237871403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/6726507381237871403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/05/fatec-retro.html' title='FATEC Retrô'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDcSRCTxPmc/TccQLOPONMI/AAAAAAAABT0/iWRZ4UCZWZA/s72-c/logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-4408723914469520737</id><published>2011-04-21T20:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:36:02.386-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ao acaso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>DesAmor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Xhgvvvfymc/TbC_231fiBI/AAAAAAAABTw/aVUzyEm-F6s/s1600/desamor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Xhgvvvfymc/TbC_231fiBI/AAAAAAAABTw/aVUzyEm-F6s/s320/desamor.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas pessoas são mestras em desamores. Me ocorreu hoje que um desamor não é assim, tão ruim.&lt;br /&gt;Veja bem, meu bem... Um desamor vem sempre seguido de um novo amor. É um ciclo.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, todos aqueles planos, aqueles sonhos, aquilo tudo que você prometeu, quis, idealizou, vai acontecer. Essas coisas se "transportam" ao novo amor. Logo, nenhum sonho é perdido, nenhuma fantasia é atoa. No fim das contas, o resultado vai ser sempre &lt;i&gt;blues&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E isso é reconfortante, de certo modo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-4408723914469520737?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/4408723914469520737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=4408723914469520737&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/4408723914469520737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/4408723914469520737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/04/algumas-pessoas-sao-mestras-em.html' title='DesAmor'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Xhgvvvfymc/TbC_231fiBI/AAAAAAAABTw/aVUzyEm-F6s/s72-c/desamor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-5404874384785248379</id><published>2011-03-18T16:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T16:30:35.252-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><title type='text'>Sua palavra, sua lei (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bE2BHJXNga0/TYOwAihkAfI/AAAAAAAABTA/oDx-Z73tW8A/s320/9-11words091102_big1.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As aulas na faculdade estão cada vez melhores! Essa semana, levantamos um ponto super interessante, quero compartilhá-lo com vocês!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto vale sua palavra hoje? Quanto de credibilidade você possui? As pessoas acreditam em você? O sistema acredita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem desmerecer o Brasil,&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;mas já desmerecendo&lt;/s&gt;, somos o único país que possui cartório. Aqui você tem que comprovar que você é você! Ninguém acredita. (Enrique Viana, 2011). Antigamente, na Inglaterra, não precisava-se de visto. O consulado perguntava o que você ia fazer lá e os brasileiros "espertinhos" diziam que iam estudar e ficavam trabalhando anos ilegalmente (Ana Cláudia, 2011). Exemplos a parte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisei fazer uma &lt;s&gt;(das milhões)&lt;/s&gt; carteirinha universitária.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- Os documentos por favor.&lt;br /&gt;- Aqui...&lt;br /&gt;- Quem é D. Marin?&lt;br /&gt;- Meu irmão.&lt;br /&gt;- Você mora com ele?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, eu, ele e minha mãe.&lt;br /&gt;- Preciso que você faça uma declaração de que mora com ele, de que ele é seu irmão, assine, ele assina, você leva no cartório, reconhece e trás de volta.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É mole? Minha palavra não valeu de nada. Nossa palavra não vale nada nesse país. Depois fazem pesquisas e mais pesquisas porque os nossos jovens estão todos no exterior. Fica aí uma dica...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-5404874384785248379?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/5404874384785248379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=5404874384785248379&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/5404874384785248379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/5404874384785248379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/03/sua-palavra-sua-lei.html' title='Sua palavra, sua lei (?)'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bE2BHJXNga0/TYOwAihkAfI/AAAAAAAABTA/oDx-Z73tW8A/s72-c/9-11words091102_big1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-3754386619378214142</id><published>2011-03-10T21:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T21:42:40.353-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pic'/><title type='text'>La trayectoria brasileña</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Q89Bj7Ellt8/TXlsb_EuONI/AAAAAAAABS4/DSxhEyqo_h0/s1600/geek.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Q89Bj7Ellt8/TXlsb_EuONI/AAAAAAAABS4/DSxhEyqo_h0/s1600/geek.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não comentei com vocês, mas uma nova sessão será aberta neste blog: &lt;i&gt;pic!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Os geeks gostarão mais! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acontece que me meti a &lt;i&gt;pesquisadora científica&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;e agora estou&amp;nbsp;participando de um estágio de Iniciação&amp;nbsp;Científica na facu&lt;i&gt; (ui.. hahaha). &lt;/i&gt;Aconteceu que nosso orientador nos&amp;nbsp;incumbiu de ter uma base teória sobre o tema. Primeiro texto: en español!&amp;nbsp;Pero yo no sé hablar español. ¿Y ahora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, se vira. Decidi fazer um &lt;i&gt;resumão &lt;/i&gt;e compartilhar com vocês. Nunca se sabe né? Não é tradução. O resumo trata-se unica e exclusivamente do meu entendimento de portunhol. O texto original é esse &lt;a href="http://www.eclac.cl/publicaciones/xml/5/11305/LCL1658.pdf" target="_blank"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;. A leitura é do capítulo 1 e 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Trajetória Brasileira&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No início da década de 70 houve um aumento considerável na demanda de computadores devido a possibilidade de desenvolver essa tecnologia nacionalmente.&lt;br /&gt;Nesta época, criou-se o Grupo de Trabalho Especial (GTE); de imediato, a intenção foi a fabricação de computadores para a Marinha. Os principais protagonistas desta tecnologia eram a Comunidade Acadêmica e a área Militar.&lt;br /&gt;Em 1972 surgia o CAPRE (Comissão de Coordenação de Atividades de Processamento Eletrônico) para disciplinar os gastos públicos controlando as compras dos computadores, otimizar o uso de recursos ociosos e controlar investimentos estrangeiros.&lt;br /&gt;Quatro anos após sua fundação, o CAPRE determinou uma reserva de mercado para proteger a economia. Em 1977 cinco empresas nacionais foram selecionadas para adquirir tecnologia estrangeira e gerar, no período de 5 anos, tecnologia nacional. &lt;br /&gt;No entanto, em 1979 houve uma reestruturação e o CAPRE foi substituído pelo SEI (Secretaria Especial de Informática), comandado pelo Conselho de Segurança Nacional (CSN). A informática passava a ser enxergada como “área estratégica”.&lt;br /&gt;Em meados de 1981 um novo órgão foi instituído (CTI) para proporcionar alianças entre a indústria, governo e universidades, a fim de permitir a fabricação de circuitos integrados. Incluíram-se mais mercadorias e ampliou-se o mercado.&lt;br /&gt;O setor de P&amp;amp;D recebeu mais incentivos em 1984 e concedeu a informática dinamismo, contribuindo para sua difusão. Com a expansão cada vez maior desse setor, empresas da América Latina fabricavam peças para atender a demanda tecnológica.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar da reserva de mercado ter sido criticada por vários setores econômicos, devido a restrição de acesso à tecnologia moderna, representou uma interação positiva entre os princípios democráticos e garantiu um projeto de desenvolvimento tecnológico para o país.&lt;br /&gt;Em 1992 o governo americano repreendeu o Brasil por sua reserva de mercado. Havia muita pressão interna e externa para a abertura do mercado, que se efetivou no mesmo ano, gerando um aumento significativo em nossa dependência tecnologia. Foi um “freio no desenvolvimento nacional”.&lt;br /&gt;Cinco anos depois, em uma tentativa de priorizar a tecnologia brasileira, criou-se um software brasileiro. No entanto, as empresas multinacionais já dominavam o mercado tecnológico do país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;II.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As fases da organização do trabalho na tecnologia da informação&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basicamente, a tecnologia acompanhou a mudança na gestão dos negócios, na transformação nos modos de produção, na forma de organização das empresas. A trajetória tecnológica e organizacional divide-se em três fases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Fase artesanal (inicio dos anos 60)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua principal característica foram os números binários e o conhecimento necessário do hardware para a manipulação dos dados. O usuário e o profissional de informática eram os mesmos: especialistas, matemáticos, engenheiros eletrônicos, lógicos ou físicos.&lt;br /&gt;Os anos 60 deram inicio a utilização cientifica da informática no país através do uso da linguagem de programação FORTRAN. Nos ambientes acadêmicos e militares o computador era “uma grande calculadora”, para resolver problemas de matemática, física, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Posteriormente, para ganhar tempo na programação, desenvolveram-se novas linguagens técnicas. Ceruzzi relacionada a codificação e a programação com a relação &amp;nbsp;da datilografia e a escrita. A codificação abriria caminho a uma nova profissão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ii.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Fase Sistêmica (entre os anos 60 e 80)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua principal característica foram os mainframes. Buscava-se automatizar tarefas repetitivas. Havia uma clara separação nas etapas de desenvolvimento e produção. A etapa de desenvolvimento constituía na estruturação do problema e implementação da solução; a etapa de produção constituía na operacionalização da solução e a preparação da entrada de dados para a operacionalização.&lt;br /&gt;Em 1987 era possível identificar no Brasil 35 tipos diferentes de ocupação na área da informática. Com o passar dos anos esse número multiplicou-se.&lt;br /&gt;Na fase sistêmica o uso civil dos computadores se restringia as grandes organizações, onde imperava o poder burocrático. No entanto, este período contribuiu para a criação dos cursos de formação de nível técnico e superior nas universidades para profissionais de TI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;iii.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Fase Flexível (segunda metade dos anos 80)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fase flexível foi a revolução da microeletrônica e a evolução das redes de computadores, em paralelo com a difusão da internet. Houve um aumento da produção e um barateamento dos equipamentos, permitindo que a informática se popularizasse.&lt;br /&gt;Criou-se o PC, computador pessoal (personal computer) na segunda metade dos anos 90. A era do e-learning, internetbank e e-mail começava. Assim, a TI passou a ter um papel muito mais estratégico nas empresas, permitindo a criação de serviços e produtos sofisticados, que necessitavam de profissionais cada vez mais especializados.&lt;br /&gt;A informática aproximou-se do usuário. A programação orientada a objeto abriu novos horizontes na programação. Houve um desenvolvimento de sistema integrado para gestão e a integração da TI com o negócio cresceu velozmente. A infra-estrutura permitia a realização de um trabalho móvel e ágil.&lt;br /&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/922339240007178365-3754386619378214142?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/3754386619378214142/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=3754386619378214142&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/3754386619378214142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/3754386619378214142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/03/la-trayectoria-brasilena.html' title='La trayectoria brasileña'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Q89Bj7Ellt8/TXlsb_EuONI/AAAAAAAABS4/DSxhEyqo_h0/s72-c/geek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-6262186209102562874</id><published>2011-02-26T15:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:37:12.109-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>Lá vem o sapo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-S9AMB_ct7oo/TWlFQZmYK4I/AAAAAAAABSM/pLXif8r3_Zo/s1600/engolindo-sapos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-S9AMB_ct7oo/TWlFQZmYK4I/AAAAAAAABSM/pLXif8r3_Zo/s320/engolindo-sapos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo já foi hipócrita um dia pra engolir sapo e não estender um problema. A gente&amp;nbsp;engole&amp;nbsp;sapo de chefe, de professor, de amigo, da mãe, do irmão, do(a) namorado(a). Nossa, quantos sapos! Quando percebemos nossa vida tá no brejo, de tanto engolir esses verdinhos danados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem sapo que vale apena engolir. Tem sapo que você se arrepende de ter engolido, ou não.&amp;nbsp;Quanto vale pra você engolir um sapo? Garante seu emprego, evita uma briga, mantém o &lt;i&gt;bem-estar, &lt;/i&gt;evita duas brigas. Ahhh... Mas chega uma hora que sua garganta engasga, aí já era, não há sapo que passe. Chega uma hora que você tá tão de saco cheio de todo mundo, que nem girino tem vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessas horas de super lotação no brejo, &lt;i&gt;i'm sorry my friend&lt;/i&gt;, danou. Tem quem diz que basta de afastar, não remoer o danado. Um amigo fala pra tomar banho, outro pra comer chocolate. Vamos experimentar fazer tudo de uma vez, pra ver se funciona. Se não funcionar, é porque tá na hora de parar de engolir certas coisas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-6262186209102562874?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/6262186209102562874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=6262186209102562874&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/6262186209102562874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/6262186209102562874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/02/la-vem-o-sapo.html' title='Lá vem o sapo'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-S9AMB_ct7oo/TWlFQZmYK4I/AAAAAAAABSM/pLXif8r3_Zo/s72-c/engolindo-sapos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-2598517868438936575</id><published>2011-02-06T15:24:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T11:35:46.478-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tirinha'/><title type='text'>Tirinha: Eternas Insatisfeitas</title><content type='html'>Outra neura &lt;s&gt;realista&lt;/s&gt; feminina! Verdade seja dita &lt;i&gt;girls, &lt;/i&gt;nos pré-ocupamos demais. Cada fase tem sua delícia, sua diversão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;So... Don't worry about the things&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every little thing&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be all right&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TU7Yx4YzpiI/AAAAAAAABQ8/1Q_CinHdoAg/s1600/2b31fb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TU7Yx4YzpiI/AAAAAAAABQ8/1Q_CinHdoAg/s640/2b31fb.jpg" width="496" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-2598517868438936575?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/2598517868438936575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=2598517868438936575&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/2598517868438936575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/2598517868438936575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/02/tirinha_06.html' title='Tirinha: Eternas Insatisfeitas'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TU7Yx4YzpiI/AAAAAAAABQ8/1Q_CinHdoAg/s72-c/2b31fb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-383830321841786013</id><published>2011-02-05T09:27:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T11:35:18.796-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tirinha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><title type='text'>Tirinha: Ser magra</title><content type='html'>Costumo dizer que o bom humor faz de tudo tolerável. E faz mesmo. Por isso, uma nova sessão pro blog: tchãn tchãn tcharãm.. &lt;b&gt;Tirinhas&lt;/b&gt;! As melhores encontradas por aí, nesse mundão da web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TU0z9cJjZxI/AAAAAAAABQ4/GSt5kxF2dFA/s1600/2b31dc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TU0z9cJjZxI/AAAAAAAABQ4/GSt5kxF2dFA/s640/2b31dc.jpg" width="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-383830321841786013?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/383830321841786013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=383830321841786013&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/383830321841786013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/383830321841786013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/02/tirinha.html' title='Tirinha: Ser magra'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TU0z9cJjZxI/AAAAAAAABQ4/GSt5kxF2dFA/s72-c/2b31dc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-5126372695738169442</id><published>2011-02-04T19:39:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T19:41:33.802-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>Como fazer um homem feliz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TUxtemYSCUI/AAAAAAAABQw/TSDqQE9HZ0o/s1600/smile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TUxtemYSCUI/AAAAAAAABQw/TSDqQE9HZ0o/s320/smile.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não existe criatura mais fácil de lidar do que eles: nossos meninos! Twittei esses dias sobre como fazer um homem feliz e tive algumas &lt;i&gt;mentions&lt;/i&gt; interessantes. Basicamente, suas necessidades resumem-se em:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sexo&lt;br /&gt;2. Comida&lt;br /&gt;3. Cerveja&lt;br /&gt;4. Futebol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não necessariamente nesta ordem. O futebol pode ser trocado pelo video-game, em casos mais &lt;i&gt;geeks.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;A cerveja por vodka... A essência é a mesma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O dito popular é vero:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Homem procura lá fora&lt;br /&gt;o que não tem em casa&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então mulheril do meu Brasil, sem&amp;nbsp;sensacionalismo, vamos agradar nossos homens! Um &lt;i&gt;gajo&lt;/i&gt; feliz, é um &lt;i&gt;gajo &lt;/i&gt;útil&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Deixe ele cuidar de você, mas não torne-se dependente. Elogie-o sempre que puder, o máximo conseguir. Critique quando estiverem sozinhos, de forma construtiva. Sem neuras quando rolar o futebol com os amigos, aproveite o tempo e vá tomar um &lt;i&gt;chopp&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;com as amigas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tente prever os sentimentos dele, nem adivinhe seus pensamentos. Provavelmente ele estará pensando no item 1, 2 ou 4. Talvez no 3, ou em todos eles de uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um homem feliz, faz uma mulher feliz. #Fato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, seja feliz com seu bofe. E se no final ainda não der certo.. Valeu pelo item 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-5126372695738169442?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/5126372695738169442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=5126372695738169442&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/5126372695738169442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/5126372695738169442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/02/como-fazer-um-homem-feliz.html' title='Como fazer um homem feliz.'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TUxtemYSCUI/AAAAAAAABQw/TSDqQE9HZ0o/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-3186219599439336916</id><published>2011-01-18T14:57:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T14:57:37.306-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><title type='text'>Pai ausente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TTXGBTqJIwI/AAAAAAAABPk/dH6ClX0aMdI/s1600/familia.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TTXGBTqJIwI/AAAAAAAABPk/dH6ClX0aMdI/s320/familia.png" width="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TTXGHmM2ZbI/AAAAAAAABPo/l3MMB0A0q9Y/s1600/familia2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TTXGHmM2ZbI/AAAAAAAABPo/l3MMB0A0q9Y/s320/familia2.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TTXGQV2geVI/AAAAAAAABPs/m8JNE9NfUOE/s1600/familia3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TTXGQV2geVI/AAAAAAAABPs/m8JNE9NfUOE/s320/familia3.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-3186219599439336916?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/3186219599439336916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=3186219599439336916&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/3186219599439336916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/3186219599439336916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2011/01/pai-ausente.html' title='Pai ausente'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TTXGBTqJIwI/AAAAAAAABPk/dH6ClX0aMdI/s72-c/familia.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-8267159215113409578</id><published>2010-12-13T22:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T22:08:31.527-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Girls have more fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Job &lt;/em&gt;just for fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TQayy36h3OI/AAAAAAAABM8/zKkCx5KHanE/s1600/convite.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="lightbox" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TQayy36h3OI/AAAAAAAABM8/zKkCx5KHanE/s320/convite.jpg" width="169" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-8267159215113409578?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/8267159215113409578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=8267159215113409578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/8267159215113409578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/8267159215113409578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/12/girls-have-more-fun.html' title='Girls have more fun!'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TQayy36h3OI/AAAAAAAABM8/zKkCx5KHanE/s72-c/convite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-1664601837235069852</id><published>2010-11-28T14:43:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T14:44:04.747-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Tá com fominha?</title><content type='html'>Job para aprovação (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TPKGBiQhQ_I/AAAAAAAABMU/AN9U7IHrJ8s/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="lightbox" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TPKGBiQhQ_I/AAAAAAAABMU/AN9U7IHrJ8s/s320/3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TPKGSZ4umaI/AAAAAAAABMY/GQb7DBMTh-M/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="lightbox" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TPKGSZ4umaI/AAAAAAAABMY/GQb7DBMTh-M/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TPKGVXapOPI/AAAAAAAABMc/atZeiwZqpPI/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="lightbox" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TPKGVXapOPI/AAAAAAAABMc/atZeiwZqpPI/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-1664601837235069852?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/1664601837235069852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=1664601837235069852&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/1664601837235069852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/1664601837235069852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/11/ta-com-fominha.html' title='Tá com fominha?'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TPKGBiQhQ_I/AAAAAAAABMU/AN9U7IHrJ8s/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-2562924022767603434</id><published>2010-10-13T11:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T18:27:01.066-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ao acaso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>Nada a perder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TLXCI1nNesI/AAAAAAAABMI/CgOeiu_aFds/s1600/placa_Orientacao_13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="145" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TLXCI1nNesI/AAAAAAAABMI/CgOeiu_aFds/s200/placa_Orientacao_13.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alguém que não tem nada a perder é capaz de tudo" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O problema é que sempre temos alguma coisa a perder. Logo, seremos capazes de tudo apenas na condição que não correremos o risco de perder alguma coisa? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você passou naquela faculdade onde judas se perdeu, você vai ficar longe da família, do cachorro e do papagaio, você vai perder a convivência. Então você pára ao invés de avançar, você fica analisando possibilidades que não existem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você quer mudar de emprego, mas não pode deixar o atual. Você não pode perder sua estabilidade, você tem responsabilidades e obrigações. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você tá cansado daquela megera da sua namorada que não te dá um pingo de valor. Mas você não quer perdê-la. Ruim com ela, pior sem ela. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você tá afim de fazer um curso no exterior, morar fora por um tempo. Mas como? Você não pode deixar sua família, seu cachorro, seu papagaio, seu trabalho e a megera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem não tem nada a perder vai mais longe? &lt;br /&gt;Quem não tem medo de perder vai mais longe! O que vale não é &lt;strong&gt;onde&lt;/strong&gt; você chegou, mas &lt;strong&gt;como&lt;/strong&gt; você vai chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde você quer estar daqui 5 anos? O que você vai fazer pra chegar lá? Quão longe você é capaz de ir?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-2562924022767603434?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/2562924022767603434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=2562924022767603434&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/2562924022767603434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/2562924022767603434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/10/nada-perder.html' title='Nada a perder.'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TLXCI1nNesI/AAAAAAAABMI/CgOeiu_aFds/s72-c/placa_Orientacao_13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-3532901853020185522</id><published>2010-10-12T11:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T11:50:36.275-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><title type='text'>A infância dos anos 90</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TLRzVFlD7DI/AAAAAAAABME/hoAFmmaBafU/s1600/anos90.png" imageanchor="1" rel="lightbox" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TLRzVFlD7DI/AAAAAAAABME/hoAFmmaBafU/s320/anos90.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tinha Orkut.&lt;br /&gt;Os meninos usavam roupas recomendadas pela mãe.&lt;br /&gt;Mc Donalds custava R$ 4,50. &lt;br /&gt;Meninas de 11 anos brincavam de boneca. &lt;br /&gt;Meninos de 13 anos assistiam Cavaleiros do Zodíaco e Dragon Ball Z! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existia Chiquititas e não Rebeldes. &lt;br /&gt;Festas de 15 anos não eram eventos ou shows. &lt;br /&gt;As músicas tinham coreografia (dança do "morto muito louco"!) &lt;br /&gt;Tênis de luzinha era essencial.&lt;br /&gt;Kinder Ovo era R$1,00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maquiagem era batom da Barbie! &lt;br /&gt;Fotos eram tiradas para o álbum de família e não pro orkut.&lt;br /&gt;Pra saber da vida alheia, tinha que ler o caderno de perguntas e não "googar".&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha Bichinho Virtual TAMAGOSHI e não celular. &lt;br /&gt;Não existiam emos!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandava cartinhas pra dizer que amava e não emails ou scraps.&lt;br /&gt;Merthiolate ardia! &lt;br /&gt;Comprava muita Elma Chips só pra pegar o Tazo. &lt;br /&gt;Dava prazer de ficar em casa aos Domingos só pra ver TV. &lt;br /&gt;O orelhão era com ficha e não cartão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinha BIP e caneta 10 cores!&lt;br /&gt;Diversão era reunir os amigos pra jogar Atari ou disputar BAT BEG (quem nunca ficou com a unha do dedão roxa?) &lt;br /&gt;Desenho bom era Doug Funny!&lt;br /&gt;Seriado era Chaves!&lt;br /&gt;Tinha O Fantástico Mundo de Bob, The Muppets, TV Colosso e Castelo Ratimbum!&lt;br /&gt;A moda era o patins e saber jogar Sonic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui uma criança dos anos 90! Feliz dias das crianças!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Texto da web modificado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-3532901853020185522?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/3532901853020185522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=3532901853020185522&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/3532901853020185522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/3532901853020185522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/10/infancia-dos-anos-90.html' title='A infância dos anos 90'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TLRzVFlD7DI/AAAAAAAABME/hoAFmmaBafU/s72-c/anos90.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-1196346025824047881</id><published>2010-09-19T15:26:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T11:51:42.711-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ao acaso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>I wanna change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TJZWKw4Wt5I/AAAAAAAABLk/-QdBiLfAEbM/s1600/change.png" imageanchor="1" rel="lightbox" rel="lightbox" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TJZWKw4Wt5I/AAAAAAAABLk/-QdBiLfAEbM/s320/change.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Change, everybody's feelin' strange&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna be the same&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você já sentiu aquela vontade louca de mudar alguma coisa? Mesmo sem saber o que? Aquela sensação de que, ou você muda ou... muda. Não há opção. Você precisa. Você nem imagina o quê, mas aquilo te consome até o pé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você pode entrar na academia, emagracer 3 &lt;strike&gt;notáveis&lt;/strike&gt; quilos, cortar o cabelo, comprar algumas roupas novas. Pronto, você mudou. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas e se você já está na academia, já perdeu os tais quilos, aparou as medeichas e está com o &lt;em&gt;closet &lt;/em&gt;consideravelmente&lt;em&gt; cool&lt;/em&gt;. E aí, #comofaz? Aí você senta e pensa. Porque sentar e chorar não resolve, pensar resolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mudança começa por dentro, da sua vontade de viver mais, de se sentir &lt;strike&gt;mais&lt;/strike&gt; feliz. Mude para ser igual, para ser diferente,&amp;nbsp;para ser o mesmo, para ser estranho, mude para não ficar sem mudar nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troquei a mesmice da academia por caminhada,&amp;nbsp;para sentir o ar, o ventinho gelado da manhã ou da noite.&lt;br /&gt;Não cortei o cabelo,&amp;nbsp;mudei&amp;nbsp;o penteado. Não comprei roupas novas, cortei um &lt;em&gt;jeans &lt;/em&gt;velho e fiz um shortinho novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudo, logo, existo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-1196346025824047881?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/1196346025824047881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=1196346025824047881&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/1196346025824047881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/1196346025824047881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-wanna-change.html' title='I wanna change'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TJZWKw4Wt5I/AAAAAAAABLk/-QdBiLfAEbM/s72-c/change.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-4734152017976428073</id><published>2010-09-11T12:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T14:42:12.353-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Cartão: Pró-Laboral</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TIummbBa8NI/AAAAAAAABK8/9Ec_S2961xw/s1600/cartao3.jpg" rel="lightbox" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="118" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TIummbBa8NI/AAAAAAAABK8/9Ec_S2961xw/s200/cartao3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TIumnCXsc_I/AAAAAAAABLE/R35KdbBHHz8/s1600/cartao4.jpg" rel="lightbox" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="118" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TIumnCXsc_I/AAAAAAAABLE/R35KdbBHHz8/s200/cartao4.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartão de visita para um dos sócios da empresa &lt;a href="http://prolaboral.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;Pró-Laboral&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-4734152017976428073?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/4734152017976428073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=4734152017976428073&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/4734152017976428073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/4734152017976428073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/09/cartao-pro-laboral.html' title='Cartão: Pró-Laboral'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TIummbBa8NI/AAAAAAAABK8/9Ec_S2961xw/s72-c/cartao3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-1299874111599728063</id><published>2010-09-03T10:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T15:36:05.304-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><title type='text'>5 bons motivos para (não) fazer sexo casual</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TID4OzaUmHI/AAAAAAAABKk/kBbHf-rdO6o/s1600/37_fininho-cor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TID4OzaUmHI/AAAAAAAABKk/kBbHf-rdO6o/s320/37_fininho-cor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em paralelo com &lt;a href="http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/08/por-que-algumas-pessoas-nao-se-importam.html" target="_blank"&gt;ser&amp;nbsp;a ponta de um "triângulo"&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;na relação, aí vão 5 bons motivos para (não) fazer sexo casual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vantagens&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Aprimora a sexualidade &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;/strong&gt;Estimula o ego &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Foca o prazer individual &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Não é preciso se envolver emocionalmente &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Não exige satisfação (ligar no dia seguinte, discutir o relacionamento, cobrança de horários, etc) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desvantagens &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; O libido fica desinteressante logo após que a emoção do "proibido" vai embora (normalmente lá pro 3º mês)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Causa baixa estima (você se sente usado após certo tempo no relacionamento - por mais que você também use) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Não existe intimidade entre o casal (por ser casual e exporádico) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Não há companheirismo (convenhamos, essa é uma das melhores coisas de um relacionamento sério) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; A consideração sobre os sentimentos do outro é mínima (se houver alguma) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É.. Taí mais uma paradigma da humanidade. Conflito de valores, sentimentos e todo aquele blá-blá-blá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-1299874111599728063?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/1299874111599728063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=1299874111599728063&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/1299874111599728063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/1299874111599728063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/09/em-paralelo-com-ser-ponta-de-um.html' title='5 bons motivos para (não) fazer sexo casual'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TID4OzaUmHI/AAAAAAAABKk/kBbHf-rdO6o/s72-c/37_fininho-cor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-5247882908924912659</id><published>2010-08-31T17:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T17:48:42.774-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conquista'/><title type='text'>Sempre Alerta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TH1p7ozraDI/AAAAAAAABKc/Htyl0x5_Kus/s1600/reportagem_liberal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TH1p7ozraDI/AAAAAAAABKc/Htyl0x5_Kus/s320/reportagem_liberal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participação espercial da blogguera que vos fala na matéria! &lt;br /&gt;Matéria por &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/LuizaCazetta" target="_blank"&gt;@LuizaCazetta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-5247882908924912659?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/5247882908924912659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=5247882908924912659&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/5247882908924912659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/5247882908924912659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/08/sempre-alerta.html' title='Sempre Alerta!'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TH1p7ozraDI/AAAAAAAABKc/Htyl0x5_Kus/s72-c/reportagem_liberal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-3926849223499526905</id><published>2010-08-30T16:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T14:54:03.921-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>Por que algumas pessoas não se importam em ser "o outro"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/THwKi2J-r9I/AAAAAAAABKU/nXj7JISrzow/s1600/triangulo-amoroso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/THwKi2J-r9I/AAAAAAAABKU/nXj7JISrzow/s320/triangulo-amoroso.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ocasião faz a opinião, fato! Já cheguei a pensar que era uma grande vantagem ser "a outra". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos combinar, as facilidades desse relacionamento são muitas: não é preciso dar satisfação, ligar no dia seguinte, discutir a relação, cobrar horário e atenção. Então você vive o desapego total! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, a relação de ser "a outra" só funciona se você busca prazer pessoal, estímulo ao ego. Você gosta da compania, conversa sobre tudo e o sexo é aquela loucura! Não ficam junto porque ele tem outra ou você tem outro "par fixo", por assim dizer. &lt;br /&gt;O problema está na equação do relacionamento: onde há três corações, há (pelo menos) um machucado. Se não for o meu na reta, o resto tá valendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É aquela paixão uma vez (ou mais) por semana e você segue a vida depois. Aquilo te satisfaz, porque você se satisfaz com o pouco que o outro tem a oferecer e tudo fica bem, o desapego faz parte de você. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não se importa em ser o outro pois da sua perspectiva, você só tem a ganhar. Você usa de subterfúgios para não terminar a equação, porque no final das contas, o resultado da soma desse relacionamento será sempre negativa para você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Obs¹: Texto enviado para o caderno Teen+ do jornal O Liberal (sob análise/aprovação para publicação/partipação ou não da matéria &lt;em&gt;Por que algumas pessoas não se importam em ser "o outro"?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uptade: Publicado em 26/11/2010&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TTXFlu747kI/AAAAAAAABPg/wFqIPIGRYIM/s1600/Outra.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TTXFlu747kI/AAAAAAAABPg/wFqIPIGRYIM/s320/Outra.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-3926849223499526905?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/3926849223499526905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=3926849223499526905&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/3926849223499526905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/3926849223499526905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/08/por-que-algumas-pessoas-nao-se-importam.html' title='Por que algumas pessoas não se importam em ser &quot;o outro&quot;?'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/THwKi2J-r9I/AAAAAAAABKU/nXj7JISrzow/s72-c/triangulo-amoroso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-6983379381352508017</id><published>2010-08-25T18:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T18:10:45.016-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>COP - NET</title><content type='html'>O setor do &lt;strong&gt;NOC&lt;/strong&gt; mudou de nome. Agora usam a tradução de NOC que é &lt;strong&gt;COP REDE&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Sendo que COP = &lt;em&gt;Centro de Operações&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chic, hãn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma comunicação interna para o setor do COP para comemorar em pizza os resultados de junho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/THWFgwag-UI/AAAAAAAABKE/v7A6cFTC5lI/s1600/CONVA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/THWFgwag-UI/AAAAAAAABKE/v7A6cFTC5lI/s320/CONVA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-6983379381352508017?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/6983379381352508017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=6983379381352508017&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/6983379381352508017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/6983379381352508017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/08/cop-net.html' title='COP - NET'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/THWFgwag-UI/AAAAAAAABKE/v7A6cFTC5lI/s72-c/CONVA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-6606233667104758955</id><published>2010-08-23T09:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T09:24:06.253-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>NOC - NET</title><content type='html'>Comunicação interna do setor do NOC na NET :) &lt;br /&gt;Em outras palavras: Irmão coordenador pede favores.. &lt;br /&gt;Digitalização minha gente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/THJnzBECrHI/AAAAAAAABJs/L_hF9VrTjx4/s1600/flyer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/THJnzBECrHI/AAAAAAAABJs/L_hF9VrTjx4/s320/flyer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficou tão bom que o gestor do meu irmão pensou que foi o próprio setor de mkt da NET quem fez ;}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-6606233667104758955?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/6606233667104758955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=6606233667104758955&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/6606233667104758955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/6606233667104758955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/08/noc-net.html' title='NOC - NET'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/THJnzBECrHI/AAAAAAAABJs/L_hF9VrTjx4/s72-c/flyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-4847878092367304799</id><published>2010-08-15T22:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:02:51.833-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><title type='text'>Onde você se sente seguro?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TGiN0g8YG6I/AAAAAAAABIk/YdTRytCsc6Q/s1600/HPIM7928.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TGiN0g8YG6I/AAAAAAAABIk/YdTRytCsc6Q/s320/HPIM7928.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho medo de morrer, nem de escuro, nem de nada disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho medo de não valorizar as coisas certas, as coisas merecidas. tenho medo de não aproveitar ao máximo cada segundo, de curtir todo o carinho, toda risada, toda trucada.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho medo de não ter mais colo de mãe, leite com café quentinho de manhã. &lt;br /&gt;Tenho um medo danado de um dia acordar e sentir que será necessário sobreviver sem a presença das pessoas que eu amo, que eu me importo. &lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho medo de tanta coisa!&lt;br /&gt;Eu só não sinto medo nenhum do lado dessa pessoa que teve (e tem) tanta paciência comigo!&lt;br /&gt;O&amp;nbsp;aconchego do seu colo continua sendo o lugar mais seguro do mundo pra mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Onde você se sente seguro assim? No seu quarto, com seu melhor amigo, sozinho?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-4847878092367304799?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/4847878092367304799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=4847878092367304799&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/4847878092367304799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/4847878092367304799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/08/onde-voce-se-sente-seguro.html' title='Onde você se sente seguro?'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TGiN0g8YG6I/AAAAAAAABIk/YdTRytCsc6Q/s72-c/HPIM7928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-361309110932761408</id><published>2010-07-30T16:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T16:51:07.955-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Arraiá da Carpa - Flyer divulgação</title><content type='html'>Arraiá da Carpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eta festa boua&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;sô!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flyer para divulgação do Arraiá&amp;nbsp;do Arrariá do&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.legiao4x4.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;Legião 4x4&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TFMsZyUgQpI/AAAAAAAABGY/0G8cJpvyJN8/s1600/conva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TFMsZyUgQpI/AAAAAAAABGY/0G8cJpvyJN8/s320/conva.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-361309110932761408?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/361309110932761408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=361309110932761408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/361309110932761408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/361309110932761408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/07/arraia-da-carpa-flyer-divulgacao.html' title='Arraiá da Carpa - Flyer divulgação'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TFMsZyUgQpI/AAAAAAAABGY/0G8cJpvyJN8/s72-c/conva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-8583739138395583601</id><published>2010-07-30T08:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T10:47:43.949-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Spaço Hair - Cartão de Visita</title><content type='html'>Cartão de visita para o Spaço Hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Modelo I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TFKvul_-fqI/AAAAAAAABF4/vFW028pQAe0/s1600/cart2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="117" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TFKvul_-fqI/AAAAAAAABF4/vFW028pQAe0/s200/cart2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TFKvxyvMUrI/AAAAAAAABGA/6gwysxPIkBE/s1600/cart2_verso2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="118" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TFKvxyvMUrI/AAAAAAAABGA/6gwysxPIkBE/s200/cart2_verso2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Modelo II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TFKvzfRQGLI/AAAAAAAABGI/QJRcYfFE-yc/s1600/cart1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="117" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TFKvzfRQGLI/AAAAAAAABGI/QJRcYfFE-yc/s200/cart1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TFKv0oQT2cI/AAAAAAAABGQ/-FjQnppHe0Y/s1600/cart1_verso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="118" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TFKv0oQT2cI/AAAAAAAABGQ/-FjQnppHe0Y/s200/cart1_verso.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/922339240007178365-8583739138395583601?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/8583739138395583601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=8583739138395583601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/8583739138395583601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/8583739138395583601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/07/spaco-hair-cartao-de-visita.html' title='Spaço Hair - Cartão de Visita'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TFKvul_-fqI/AAAAAAAABF4/vFW028pQAe0/s72-c/cart2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-6093422406409081807</id><published>2010-07-29T13:50:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T13:59:16.924-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inglês'/><title type='text'>Aging Process</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TFGwZD_7CdI/AAAAAAAABFw/Qr5m9eRFKXo/s1600/aging07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TFGwZD_7CdI/AAAAAAAABFw/Qr5m9eRFKXo/s320/aging07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem me conhece sabe que eu sou apaixonada pela idéia de ir para o exterior. Este sonho está mais próximo do que eu consiga acreditar. Semana que vem pego meu passaporte ;} &lt;br /&gt;Entããão... Decidi dividir com vocês &lt;em&gt;my english!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Os erros a gente releva, a gramática americana não vai muito com a minha face...&amp;nbsp; =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGING PROCESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you think about aging process you can realize that it does not make much sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will explain to you my point of view. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dou you know the only time we like getting old it is when we are children?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you are 10 years old you say your age in fractions. How old are you? "I am four and a half years old!" You will never are twenty-six and a half (believe me!). You are four and a half years old, almost five! This is the "cool thing".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When you are teenagers, nobody goes against you. You jump to the next number. "I am seventeen!" (you can be only twelve, but you will become seventeen some day). However, comes the most important day: eigthteenth brithday's! You are an adult now. You can drink, drive and go a strip tease club!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Unfortunately aging it is out of our control. So, when we less expected it is our thirtieth birthday. After then fortieth birthday. Oh my God! What happened to me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aging does not make sense. we lost the innocence of a child, that contagious joy. We only care about job, sometimes care about family. Who knows? When we are children we are really happy to go on the ice cream parlour.&amp;nbsp; When we are old, we do not like ice cream... It is sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then a strange thing happens: If you pass the one hundred, you become a little child again. "I am one hundred and a half years old!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There is two things that I really worry about: to lose my family and... aging! I do not want to get old, I look back and realize I did not have a good life. This really scares me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In conclusion, does not matter if you are an intellectual, a chatterbox, a bimbo, a joker, regilious or stingy... You going to older every day. Matters if you are happy. Nobody knows the day of tomorrow. You could get fired, lost the love of your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, let is do it: live as much as we can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-6093422406409081807?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/6093422406409081807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=6093422406409081807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/6093422406409081807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/6093422406409081807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/07/aging-process.html' title='Aging Process'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TFGwZD_7CdI/AAAAAAAABFw/Qr5m9eRFKXo/s72-c/aging07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-2404466400560385399</id><published>2010-06-10T14:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T14:55:18.240-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>Pega na mentira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TBDzk_bq7-I/AAAAAAAABD8/tjp5o5h7ye8/s1600/mentira_dedo_cruzado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TBDzk_bq7-I/AAAAAAAABD8/tjp5o5h7ye8/s320/mentira_dedo_cruzado.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mentira é uma verdade que se esqueceu de acontecer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Seria trágico se não fosse cômico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Algumas pessoas possuem este hábito e&amp;nbsp;outras a necessidade de mentir. Cadê aquela sinceridade de criança?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A verdade sempre aparece, cedo ou tarde. Pode demorar 65 dias ou 4 anos, mas ela vem, nua e crua, desfilando pouco sutil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Então você descobre que seu melhor amigo não achou seu novo corte de cabelo tão bonito assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Descobre que&amp;nbsp;seu namoro é cheio de meias-verdades, disse-que-me-disse e possui quilometros de estórias mal contadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;O colega de trabalho tem duas caras, o padeiro&amp;nbsp;se enrosca&amp;nbsp;com a filha mais nova do vizinho e todo mundo mente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Quantas vezes você mente por dia? Sobre chegar atrasado, esquecer o trabalho da facu, perder o número de telefone daquele cliente?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Você pode mentir&amp;nbsp;para&amp;nbsp;proteger alguém, para difamar, para sair por cima em uma situação... Nenhuma mentira é justificável.&amp;nbsp;No final das contas, a convivência, que por acaso&amp;nbsp;anda junto com a verdade,&amp;nbsp;deixa a mentira no relento, ao vento e sem documento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A verdade machuca, a mentira conforta. A mentira consola os fracos. A verdade fortalece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;O comodismo não nos convém. Não quero consolo, quero fatos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;E o fato de você mentir, só mostra o quão forte eu sou perto de você. Quanta verdade você aguenta?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-2404466400560385399?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/2404466400560385399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=2404466400560385399&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/2404466400560385399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/2404466400560385399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/06/pega-na-mentira.html' title='Pega na mentira'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TBDzk_bq7-I/AAAAAAAABD8/tjp5o5h7ye8/s72-c/mentira_dedo_cruzado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-6512272476590124961</id><published>2010-06-05T20:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T20:14:49.025-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>Ame as diferenças!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TArUjNAoBwI/AAAAAAAABD0/OlahJeSsi3o/s1600/ogros.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TArUjNAoBwI/AAAAAAAABD0/OlahJeSsi3o/s320/ogros.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi no banheiro de um barzinho uma mulher reclamando do seu relacionamento de 5 anos com o namorado, futuro noivo.&amp;nbsp; Ela disse algo sobre suas diferenças, mas que era muito mais fácil continuar, por causa das famílias, por causa do comodismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então amor vira assunto de banheiro e a borboletas no estômago deixam de bater asas. Há muito tempo pessoas não sabem o que é isso (&lt;strike&gt;estamos nesse grupo?!)&lt;/strike&gt;: borboletas no estômago, aí que delícia, sentir a mão suada, fria, só de pensar em encontrar aquela pessoa que mexe com seus sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 1ª vez que se faz amor, olhando nos olhos, é tanto carinho, que transborda a cama. As pernas ficam trêmulas e os pés formigam... que sensação! É amor na flor da pele, amor na respiração.&amp;nbsp;Encostar a cabeça no outro para ouvir o coração acelerado e se imaginar ali sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A animação Shrek ilustra tão bem o que eu quero dizer. Ela princesa, ele ogro e o amor entre eles. Não é que as diferenças foram tão pequeninas pra eles que esse caso deu certo (tá no quarto filme e com 3 filhotes, hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando convivemos com alguém, precisamos não só conhecer os defeitos alheios,&amp;nbsp;mas respeitá-los. Você começa a amar alguém pelos defeitos. Gostar pelas qualidades é muito fácil. Mas essa soma, conta com diferenças. Se a diferença no resultado será pequena, grande (ou nenhuma),&amp;nbsp;você decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-6512272476590124961?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/6512272476590124961/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=6512272476590124961&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/6512272476590124961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/6512272476590124961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/06/ame-as-diferencas.html' title='Ame as diferenças!'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TArUjNAoBwI/AAAAAAAABD0/OlahJeSsi3o/s72-c/ogros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-2619545139412896042</id><published>2010-06-01T16:08:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T15:31:26.794-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conquista'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changes'/><title type='text'>Tudo novo, de novo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TAVlPPwfQWI/AAAAAAAABDk/r01tHwAYYug/s1600/novidade.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="154" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TAVlPPwfQWI/AAAAAAAABDk/r01tHwAYYug/s200/novidade.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não se assustem! O layout mudou, mas a blogueira continua a mesma (aaaah...) hahahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que curtam tanto quanto eu ;} &lt;br /&gt;Ficou mais fácil de navegar e com espacinhos reservados para publicidade! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 05/06 teremos um post especial, aguardem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-2619545139412896042?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/2619545139412896042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=2619545139412896042&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/2619545139412896042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/2619545139412896042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/06/tudo-novo-de-novo.html' title='Tudo novo, de novo!'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/TAVlPPwfQWI/AAAAAAAABDk/r01tHwAYYug/s72-c/novidade.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-41861328094232404</id><published>2010-05-21T12:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T12:10:15.186-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><title type='text'>Anjos dos Animais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S_ahwMDmCsI/AAAAAAAABCk/61lfEsXRwJg/s1600/layout.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S_ahwMDmCsI/AAAAAAAABCk/61lfEsXRwJg/s320/layout.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Site criado para Associação Protetora dos Animais de Americana São Francisco de Assis - APAASFA (Anjos dos Animais).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// Tecnologia &lt;a href="http://blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;blogger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// Design &lt;a href="http://web2feel.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Web2feel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// Custom by &lt;strong&gt;agM&lt;/strong&gt; me ;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acessem o &lt;a href="http://appasfa.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-41861328094232404?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/41861328094232404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=41861328094232404&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/41861328094232404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/41861328094232404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/05/anjos-dos-animais.html' title='Anjos dos Animais'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S_ahwMDmCsI/AAAAAAAABCk/61lfEsXRwJg/s72-c/layout.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-369198931530678294</id><published>2010-05-18T09:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T09:19:04.822-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>Eu escolho o bom humor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S_J8Cuk11WI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/YMvh0gJJoqk/s1600/bom_humor1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S_J8Cuk11WI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/YMvh0gJJoqk/s320/bom_humor1.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Você tem uma consulta marcada há mais de 30 dias e quando chega ao consultório, o médico está viajando, a secretária não ligou avisando&amp;nbsp;e você é tratado com desdém. Tudo bem, você escolheu ficar de bom humor. Se a secretária dormiu de calça jeans, problema dela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Às vezes, você precisa escolher ficar de bom humor pra não ter um dia ruim. O que é um dia ruim pra você? Chegar atrasado, pisar no cocô, esquecer os óculos em casa,&amp;nbsp;bater o dedinho no canto da&amp;nbsp;mesa, não ter dinheiro no fim do mês, aguentar sapo-boi no namoro/casamento, a gasolina acabar no meio do caminho?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Existe uma doença que eu não sei o nome, mas que faz com que você não tenha músculos. Sim, o verdadeiro "pele e osso". Existe também gente com essa doença. Não tem cura. Ou você se submete a infindáveis sessões de físio e o diabo a quatro para viver até os 23, ou aos poucos ficará na cadeira de rodas, depois cama, depois madeira. Eu conheci alguém assim e ele me disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Não sei até quando conseguirei andar, mas eu quero&amp;nbsp;aproveitar&amp;nbsp;minha família, meus amigos. Perder o fôlego de tanto rir, de felicidade. Eu quero viver de bom humor, porque não tenho motivo pra fazer diferente.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Esquentar a cabeça pra quê? Amanhã você pode acordar mais cedo, pode esfregar o sapato na grama e pode mandar fazer mais um óculos (só para deixar no trabalho). O dedinho sara quando casar, o&amp;nbsp;dinheiro vem logo depois do fim do mês e o sapo você engole pra viver bem.&amp;nbsp;Andar uns quarteirões até o posto não mata ninguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Encarar as coisas de bom humor&amp;nbsp;faz de tudo tolerável, até o intolerável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-369198931530678294?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/369198931530678294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=369198931530678294&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/369198931530678294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/369198931530678294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-escolho-o-bom-humor.html' title='Eu escolho o bom humor!'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S_J8Cuk11WI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/YMvh0gJJoqk/s72-c/bom_humor1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-7261621809042167534</id><published>2010-05-12T12:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T16:54:57.055-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Festa a Fantasia - Why so Serious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S-rCdFEJP2I/AAAAAAAAA9E/ODUKegyUjhc/s1600/conv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S-rCdFEJP2I/AAAAAAAAA9E/ODUKegyUjhc/s400/conv.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conva para divugação na web. Festa vip para equipe de monitores e ex-monitores de um buffet. Qualquer semelhança da fantasia e insanidade do organizador da festa com o Joker, é mera coincidência! hahahaha ;}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-7261621809042167534?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/7261621809042167534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=7261621809042167534&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/7261621809042167534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/7261621809042167534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/05/festa-fantasia-why-so-serious.html' title='Festa a Fantasia - Why so Serious?'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S-rCdFEJP2I/AAAAAAAAA9E/ODUKegyUjhc/s72-c/conv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-6514517170856715448</id><published>2010-05-06T12:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T16:55:25.356-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Jipeiro Sangue Bom</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S-LkWcRC-MI/AAAAAAAAA88/tK-rf7Uj4IU/s1600/conv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S-LkWcRC-MI/AAAAAAAAA88/tK-rf7Uj4IU/s320/conv.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flyer para divulgação na web da solidariedade da Legião 4x4. Sem fins lucrativos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-6514517170856715448?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/6514517170856715448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=6514517170856715448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/6514517170856715448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/6514517170856715448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/05/jipeiro-sangue-bom.html' title='Jipeiro Sangue Bom'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S-LkWcRC-MI/AAAAAAAAA88/tK-rf7Uj4IU/s72-c/conv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-2824197922462451730</id><published>2010-04-27T11:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T17:33:52.203-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Déh's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S9b_2tdMuuI/AAAAAAAAA8g/uZxrIafY5i0/s1600/convite.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S9b_2tdMuuI/AAAAAAAAA8g/uZxrIafY5i0/s320/convite.png" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-mail marketing para o evento* de um amigo. Dali dali festa! :}&lt;br /&gt;Créditos de imagem&lt;br /&gt;BG&amp;nbsp;[&lt;a href="http://www.fordesigner.com/" target="_blank"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Churras pra amigos e amigos de amigos sem fins lucrativos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-2824197922462451730?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/2824197922462451730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=2824197922462451730&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/2824197922462451730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/2824197922462451730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/04/dehs-birthday.html' title='Déh&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S9b_2tdMuuI/AAAAAAAAA8g/uZxrIafY5i0/s72-c/convite.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-4093561382907372641</id><published>2010-04-23T07:56:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T17:36:13.390-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><title type='text'>Lingerie's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S9F9UcE5YtI/AAAAAAAAA7U/EkHMaogNfKA/s1600/convite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S9F9UcE5YtI/AAAAAAAAA7U/EkHMaogNfKA/s400/convite.jpg" tt="true" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-mail marketing para o evento* de uma amiga. Quem disse que lingerie não pode ser bonita e confortável?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Créditos de imagem&lt;br /&gt;BG&amp;nbsp;[&lt;a href="http://wallbase.net/search" target="_blank"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Pin-up [&lt;a href="http://fernandovicentepinups.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Revenda da lingerie para amigas e amigas de amigas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-4093561382907372641?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/4093561382907372641/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=4093561382907372641&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/4093561382907372641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/4093561382907372641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/04/lingeries-day.html' title='Lingerie&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S9F9UcE5YtI/AAAAAAAAA7U/EkHMaogNfKA/s72-c/convite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-964402352339121760</id><published>2010-04-22T13:06:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T13:18:05.028-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><title type='text'>Earth's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S9Bh1jdWl_I/AAAAAAAAA60/Jb0LIE9vfro/s1600/earth-day.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S9Bh1jdWl_I/AAAAAAAAA60/Jb0LIE9vfro/s320/earth-day.gif" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é o dia Mundial da Terra!&amp;nbsp;Grande coisa.&amp;nbsp;A Gisele Bundchen é uma &lt;em&gt;über model&lt;/em&gt; e faz mais sucesso que nosso planetinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo começou lá em 1970, quando um &lt;a href="http://www.ambientebrasil.com.br/composer.php3?base=./educacao/index.php3&amp;amp;conteudo=./educacao/artigos/diadaterra.html" target="_blank"&gt;senador&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;convocou o primeiro protesto nacional contra a poluição. &lt;strong&gt;1970&lt;/strong&gt;. É festejado em 22 de Abril e nos anos 90 outros países&amp;nbsp;ficaram adeptos à &lt;em&gt;festa&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1970&amp;nbsp;a poluição já era motivo de preocupação. &lt;strong&gt;40 anos&lt;/strong&gt; depois esse assunto não saiu de pauta, e como poderia? A própria humanidade não liga pra isso. Tem muita gente ignorante que pensa que a água potável nunca vai acabar, que sempre teremos ar puro pra respirar e que é dever do governo cuidar do meio-ambiente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre tem um&amp;nbsp;infeliz poluindo o ambiente, de papel de bala no chão à latinha de cerveja. E ainda somos obrigados a ouvir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Todo mundo faz isso&lt;br /&gt;É serviço para os garis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É por causa de pessoas como essas que o mundo está do jeito que está. Se os garis não tiverem o que varrer, poderiam ser jardineiros da prefeitura, protetores da natureza. Vai saber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se cada cidadão fizer um pouquinho, no final&amp;nbsp;da conta, serão milhões de poucos que tornam-se muito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consciência&amp;nbsp;ambiental:&amp;nbsp;cultive essa idéia! Pessoas melhores, para um mundo muito melhor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-964402352339121760?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/964402352339121760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=964402352339121760&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/964402352339121760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/964402352339121760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/04/earths-day.html' title='Earth&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S9Bh1jdWl_I/AAAAAAAAA60/Jb0LIE9vfro/s72-c/earth-day.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-5701268773558635786</id><published>2010-04-16T14:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T09:50:23.033-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mário Quintana'/><title type='text'>O tempo passou: e agora?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S8icvU9aEQI/AAAAAAAAA6s/fO0ecTHBrWs/s1600/old-couple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S8icvU9aEQI/AAAAAAAAA6s/fO0ecTHBrWs/s320/old-couple.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A vida é o dever que nós trouxemos para fazer em casa.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já são seis horas!&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já é sexta-feira...&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já terminou o ano...&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, perdemos o amor da nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já passaram-se 50 anos!&lt;br /&gt;Agora é tarde demais para ser reprovado.&lt;br /&gt;Se me fosse dado, um dia, outra oportunidade, eu nem olhava o relógio. &lt;br /&gt;Seguiria sempre em frente e iria jogando, pelo caminho, a casca dourada e inútil das horas.&lt;br /&gt;Desta forma, eu digo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Não deixe de fazer algo que gosta, devido à falta de tempo, pois a única falta que terá, será desse tempo que infelizmente não voltará mais.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem não compreende um olhar, tão pouco entenderá uma longa explicação. Sem mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-5701268773558635786?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/5701268773558635786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=5701268773558635786&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/5701268773558635786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/5701268773558635786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-tempo-passou-e-agora.html' title='O tempo passou: e agora?'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S8icvU9aEQI/AAAAAAAAA6s/fO0ecTHBrWs/s72-c/old-couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-9219257610577160147</id><published>2010-04-14T16:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T16:38:37.000-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>It is NOT complicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S8YZrlUauVI/AAAAAAAAA6k/tQZnLi9BqdQ/s1600/its.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S8YZrlUauVI/AAAAAAAAA6k/tQZnLi9BqdQ/s400/its.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você já assistiu esse filme, provavelmente deu boas gargalhadas. Se ainda não assistiu, assista! Para quem gosta de comédia, é uma boa pedida! Casal divorciado há mais de 10 anos resolve deixar rolar um &lt;em&gt;remember. &lt;/em&gt;De ex-esposa para amante, a protagonista do longa se mete em boas e divertidas confusões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há uma semelhança absurda com a realidade.&amp;nbsp;Paralelo ao assunto, um novo &lt;a href="http://hypescience.com/por-que-mulheres-insistem-em-relacionamentos-complicados/" target="_blank"&gt;estudo&lt;/a&gt; tentou esclarecer por que algumas mulheres insistem em manter relacionamentos complicados, muitas vezes abusivos, com seu parceiro. Os pesquisadores descobriram que essas mulheres&amp;nbsp;conseguem ver traços positivos em seus&amp;nbsp;companheiros mesmo assim (?). A ingenuidade é tanta, que alcança a burrice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calma lá, tudo bem você acreditar que o outro pode mudar, mas até que ponto persistir?&amp;nbsp;Cadê o&amp;nbsp;príncipe encantado, que abre a porta do carro todas as vezes, envia flores e cesta de café da manhã, lembra de datas importantes como o primeiro-beijo-namoro-primeira-transa-noivado-casamento? Cadê a princesa que acorda sempre bonita, cheirosa e gostosa, que nunca usa calcinha furada e que&amp;nbsp;bebe cerveja?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto muito informar &lt;strike&gt;o óbvio:&lt;/strike&gt; príncipes e princesas só em conto de fadas, novela e afins.&amp;nbsp;Se arrepender por perder tempo com quem não merecia e&amp;nbsp;enxergar os defeitos depois de sabe-se-lá-quanto-tempo não é uma anormalidade. Na vida real a história é outra. Nem todo final é feliz, nem tudo que se quer consegue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas aí é que está a grande sacada do filme: depois de 10 anos, o ex-marido-atual-amante não mudou. Ninguém muda sua essência. Somos compostos de mudanças, algumas boas, outras nem tanto, mas a essência, sempre será a mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostamos de alguém por suas qualidades, mas amamos&amp;nbsp;uma pessoa por seus defeitos, pois aprendemos a lidar com eles.&amp;nbsp;Você &lt;em&gt;ama&lt;/em&gt; os defeitos dela(e)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um defeito&amp;nbsp;que te diminui, cansa, entristece e aborrece, não merece ser amado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-9219257610577160147?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/9219257610577160147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=9219257610577160147&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/9219257610577160147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/9219257610577160147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-is-not-complicated.html' title='It is NOT complicated'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S8YZrlUauVI/AAAAAAAAA6k/tQZnLi9BqdQ/s72-c/its.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-5185324298638184348</id><published>2010-04-09T14:25:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T14:29:19.801-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>Boas intenções não bastam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S79f6U02i-I/AAAAAAAAA4g/ye4W8_0l5IA/s1600/boas_intencoes.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S79f6U02i-I/AAAAAAAAA4g/ye4W8_0l5IA/s400/boas_intencoes.png" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que sofrem de dislexia em nível &lt;em&gt;plus-adventure-master&lt;/em&gt; (como eu), podem demorar a aprender certar coisas tão &lt;strike&gt;óbvias&lt;/strike&gt; simples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;O filósofo já dizia: Ninguém pode fazer um novo começo, mas qualquer um pode fazer um novo fim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo tá cansado de saber que de boas intenções, o inferno tá cheio. Assim, vale repensar certas atitudes depois que a tempestade passa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu aprendi, depois&amp;nbsp;de uma chuva intensa de 1 ano e lá vai cacetada, a não&amp;nbsp;esperar dos outros o que eu faço por eles. Não posso me apoiar unicamente na esperança de que as coisas vão mudar, quando não há nada sendo feito. Não existe &lt;strong&gt;lógica&lt;/strong&gt; em esperar um resultado diferente se faço as mesmas coisas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando alguém grita com você uma vez, é porque perdeu a paciência. Quando grita 5 vezes é porque perdeu o respeito. Não agir da forma como os outros querem ou esperam não é sinônimo de ingratidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um tempo você percebe que&amp;nbsp;o fato de dizer "eu te amo" não significa (mesmo!) que você ame. O amor está no dia-a-dia, nas demonstrações, na paciência, na colaboração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nota que alguém que não tem a humildade de reconhecer o erro tão pouco terá a capacidade de se desculpar. Quem inventou que os opostos se atraem é um grande besta. É preciso ter os mesmo valores e os mesmos interesses para conseguir seguir em frente. A pessoa que encara preocupação como "pé-no-saco", demonstra o quanto imaturo&amp;nbsp;consegue ser. Ninguém precisa tolerar humilhações por conta de mesquinhez. Ninguém. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse ter feito tudo diferente, eu teria parado de insistir quando descobri a primeira mentira. Quem mente por pouco, mente por muito mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem tem a coragem de dizer "&lt;em&gt;Eu minto mesmo e vou mentir sempre que&amp;nbsp;achar necessário&lt;/em&gt;", tem a coragem de cumprir com o que diz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse ter feito tudo diferente, eu teria mandado (muito antes) pra&amp;nbsp;PQP o infeliz que teve tudo e não valorizou nada. E com certeza, não calaria sentimentos sinceros. Você gostar de alguém, é querer o bem do outro, incondicionalmente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tudo, há um certo aprendizado. A lei da vida é a mudança para melhor, não para todos, mas para alguns poucos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boas intenções não bastam, é preciso ações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S79i1yLdUbI/AAAAAAAAA4o/t5DZpukUy1A/s1600/mensagem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S79i1yLdUbI/AAAAAAAAA4o/t5DZpukUy1A/s320/mensagem.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-5185324298638184348?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/5185324298638184348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=5185324298638184348&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/5185324298638184348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/5185324298638184348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/04/boas-intencoes-nao-bastam.html' title='Boas intenções não bastam.'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S79f6U02i-I/AAAAAAAAA4g/ye4W8_0l5IA/s72-c/boas_intencoes.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-588586433879051554</id><published>2010-04-06T10:22:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:34:45.866-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ao acaso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>Sociedade Fria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S7swl3RX9vI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/bFIU8wNDXgk/s1600/Web2Society.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S7swl3RX9vI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/bFIU8wNDXgk/s320/Web2Society.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Já falei do &lt;a href="http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2009/07/vicio-virtual.html"&gt;vício virtual&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;aqui. Mas ontem fui surpreendida (talvez nem tanto) por&amp;nbsp;vivenciar algo não tão inédito assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A internet, em seu ápice veloz&amp;nbsp;de transmitir&amp;nbsp;informação,&amp;nbsp;manipula,&amp;nbsp;satiriza, publica o trigo e prioriza o jóio. E os&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;moderninhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;-de-merda&lt;/strike&gt; vão nessa onda ridícula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz e não tão contente assim, estava essa humildade &lt;em&gt;projeto-de-bloguera&lt;/em&gt; que vos fala a nevegar por uma rede social, quando descobre que seu &lt;em&gt;relationshit &lt;/em&gt;foi uma &lt;em&gt;shit&lt;/em&gt; mesmo. Até o filho do padeiro ficou sabendo, antes de mim, o enredo final dessa estórinha pra boi dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você se dedica um ano ou&amp;nbsp;mais&amp;nbsp;pra alguém, sem pausa pra si mesmo, investe tempo, paciência, carinho e muita atenção.&amp;nbsp;Vira do avesso, faz&amp;nbsp;malabares e acrobacias pra agradar o infeliz (ou a infeliz).&amp;nbsp;Planeja coisas bobas, umas sérias e outras só por diversão. E descobre no final desse show de palhaços, que&amp;nbsp;o bom humor faz de tudo tolerável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo com&amp;nbsp;insatisfação e falta de ânimo,&amp;nbsp;opte pelo&amp;nbsp;presencial e não pelo virtual. Vamos valorizar esse pinguinho de dignidade humana que pode existir? E claro, deixar a covardia de lado.&amp;nbsp;;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma tragédia cômica das peripécias de cravo&amp;amp;canela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nota¹&lt;/strong&gt; Sonhei com cabeça. O significado veio muito bem a calhar: Libertação de aflições. Superação de dificuldades. Retomada de prosperidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-588586433879051554?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/588586433879051554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=588586433879051554&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/588586433879051554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/588586433879051554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/04/sociedade-fria.html' title='Sociedade Fria'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S7swl3RX9vI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/bFIU8wNDXgk/s72-c/Web2Society.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-2255837397567154899</id><published>2010-04-05T12:12:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T11:12:24.224-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>Afogar-se.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S7n1ZLlocaI/AAAAAAAAA4I/INC5bBVHamw/s1600/afogada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S7n1ZLlocaI/AAAAAAAAA4I/INC5bBVHamw/s320/afogada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Uma noite mal dormida. Ora por dor estomacal, ora pelo turbilhão de pensamentos. Tive um sonho um tanto quanto intrigante. Intrigante tal que, me custou alguns minutos de pesquisa e porquê não, uma crônica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Em um domingo cinza (por que os domingos são cinzas?), sair com uma amiga para tomar um suco parece uma boa idéia: pra conversar, rir e disfarçar aquele incômodo &lt;strike&gt;no coração&lt;/strike&gt; na mente e na barriga. Alguém passa de carro e te ignora. Não vamos deixar o suco azedar por conta de uma malcriação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Apesar de pensar o contrário, você gosta dele. Estar&amp;nbsp;triste é naturalmente normal, seria estranho se não estivesse.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cenário muda:&amp;nbsp;festa com uns amigos, fim de tarde. Todo mundo na piscina. Meio mundo sabe que eu sou louca-vidrada por água (piscina, mar, banheiras, bacias, tanques, copos, etc...) e o lobo-mau sem ervilhas. O lobo-mau não vem ao caso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aconteceu que eu&amp;nbsp;mergulhei e me afoguei! E todo mundo ficou me olhando, sem ajudar. Algo me puxava para baixo, e eu tentei com todas as minhas forças lutar contra aquilo. Começou a ficar desesperador, eu me debatendo, segurando o fôlego e ninguém se mechia. Por fim, eu sai na piscina e fiquei enrolada em uma tolha azul digerindo tudo, inclusive a água.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A interwebs me mostrou o que significa aforgar-se nos sonhos. Vão aí os dois melhores significados:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afogar-se¹&lt;/strong&gt;: pequenas perdas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afogar-se²&lt;/strong&gt;: dificuldades para se adaptar a uma determinada situação econômica, social, familiar ou na vida do casal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não fosse trágico e quase verdade, seria cômico, ou nem tanto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-2255837397567154899?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/2255837397567154899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=2255837397567154899&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/2255837397567154899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/2255837397567154899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/04/afogar-se.html' title='Afogar-se.'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S7n1ZLlocaI/AAAAAAAAA4I/INC5bBVHamw/s72-c/afogada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-4468249442966386928</id><published>2010-03-29T08:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T08:26:43.706-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Site - Legião 4x4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S7CN5Y8ZRtI/AAAAAAAAA34/N5nNMF2nRPc/s1600/legiao.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S7CN5Y8ZRtI/AAAAAAAAA34/N5nNMF2nRPc/s320/legiao.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Layout customizado + tecnologia do Blogger :} &lt;br /&gt;O domínio será .com.br logo mais. &lt;br /&gt;Acesse o &lt;a href="http://legiao4x4.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; e confira!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-4468249442966386928?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/4468249442966386928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=4468249442966386928&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/4468249442966386928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/4468249442966386928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/03/site-legiao-4x4.html' title='Site - Legião 4x4'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S7CN5Y8ZRtI/AAAAAAAAA34/N5nNMF2nRPc/s72-c/legiao.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-382826652960613314</id><published>2010-03-23T13:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T08:27:52.950-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>Never more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S6jsIFcPhzI/AAAAAAAAA3s/tnbFn2kAtyI/s1600-h/depilacao.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S6jsIFcPhzI/AAAAAAAAA3s/tnbFn2kAtyI/s320/depilacao.gif" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conversa entre mulheres pode ser periogosa. Ainda mais no banheiro.&amp;nbsp;Essa começou &lt;strike&gt;mais ou menos&lt;/strike&gt; assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- Hm... Você se depila?&lt;br /&gt;- Há uns 4 anos já - orgulhou-se (e deveria mesmo!)&lt;br /&gt;- Dói muito?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, é tranquilo. Quer ir comigo na próxima semana? &lt;br /&gt;- Tá.. Vamos ver como é.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na semana seguinte, tudo normal, tudo limpinho. Uma maca de hospital, com lençol de papel de hospital.&amp;nbsp;Ué, será que é aqui mesmo? Lá vem ela, uma loira, simpática, pedindo pra&amp;nbsp;me deitar. É aqui.&amp;nbsp;Risinhos e&amp;nbsp;conversinhas pra camuflar o frio da barriga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E começou a &lt;strike&gt;depilação&lt;/strike&gt; tortura. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, isso é quentinho, gostei, chega até se aconchegante.&amp;nbsp;Caramba!!! Arrancou uma lasca da carne junto? Não, foi só a primeira puxada. Ai&amp;nbsp;meu&amp;nbsp;Deus. O&amp;nbsp;lençol desmanchou, de tanto suor. A tolha&amp;nbsp;na boca não adiantou,&amp;nbsp;os gritos ultrapassaram a barreira do som (exagero? vai lá você ¬¬'). Eu pulei, chorei, gritei, pedi pra parar, respirei fundo, tomei 18 copos d'água, chorei mais, me contorci e finalmente terminou. Depois continue chorando, acho que de alívio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiquei&amp;nbsp;pensando porque sofri tanto por isso. Sério, por que? Na boa, eu gosto do meu gilette.&amp;nbsp;Não, eu o amo, com toda as minhas forças! Cera quente, &lt;em&gt;never more&lt;/em&gt;. Sério, é mazoquismo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-382826652960613314?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/382826652960613314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=382826652960613314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/382826652960613314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/382826652960613314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/03/never-more.html' title='Never more'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S6jsIFcPhzI/AAAAAAAAA3s/tnbFn2kAtyI/s72-c/depilacao.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-2427524793272513164</id><published>2010-02-26T13:12:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T20:46:52.734-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Legião 4x4 - Aprovado!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S4fyxW-uzTI/AAAAAAAAAzI/fheXp_MxXtc/s1600-h/adesivo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S4fyxW-uzTI/AAAAAAAAAzI/fheXp_MxXtc/s320/adesivo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Variações do logo. Adesivo impresso 19cm x 19cm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S4fyyjCU-2I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/cGwLptJ21PQ/s1600-h/testeira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S4fyyjCU-2I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/cGwLptJ21PQ/s320/testeira.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Variações da testeira*. Adesivo impresso 1,20cm x 7cm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Simples e diferente.&lt;br&gt;Foge do padrão"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Palavras do&lt;em&gt; cliente&lt;/em&gt;. Falando em 4x4, foge mesmo do padrão. E a intenção é essa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Adesivo para vidro frontal de veículos 4x4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-2427524793272513164?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/2427524793272513164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=2427524793272513164&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/2427524793272513164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/2427524793272513164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/02/legiao-4x4-aprovado_26.html' title='Legião 4x4 - Aprovado!'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S4fyxW-uzTI/AAAAAAAAAzI/fheXp_MxXtc/s72-c/adesivo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-8787336852836979687</id><published>2010-02-18T22:22:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T11:28:46.937-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Vendo XR Tornado</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S36B4uZvTEI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/bErjDSVEDLE/s1600-h/MOTO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S36B4uZvTEI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/bErjDSVEDLE/s320/MOTO.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos interessados! ;}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-8787336852836979687?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/8787336852836979687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=8787336852836979687&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/8787336852836979687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/8787336852836979687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/02/vendo-xr-tornado.html' title='Vendo XR Tornado'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S36B4uZvTEI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/bErjDSVEDLE/s72-c/MOTO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-6178446246433931361</id><published>2010-02-10T12:49:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T22:54:17.876-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>Senhor da Gentileza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S3LBgv2TExI/AAAAAAAAAx0/ZPSw1JYRDTs/s1600-h/velhinho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S3LBgv2TExI/AAAAAAAAAx0/ZPSw1JYRDTs/s320/velhinho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Podemos nos surpreender em qualquer lugar, a qualquer momento. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Na fila do médico, o corredor lotado. Todos se abanando de alguma forma para não sentir&amp;nbsp;tanto calor; uns usavam as mãos, outros assopravam para cima. Eu de pé, enconstada na parece observava tudo, quase que em câmera lenta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;De repente, cortando o murmurinho de choro de bebê (em hospitais esse som é tão comum), um senhor de uns 80 anos, com a face enrrugada pela vida,&amp;nbsp;levanta-se da cadeira tentando equilibrar-se nas pernas cansadas e me diz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Pode sentar-se... &lt;br&gt;(sorri)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Para tudo!&amp;nbsp;Como assim pode? Por essa&amp;nbsp;eu não esperava, mesmo. Com um sorriso sem graça agradeci, mas disse que não. Quando o senhor insistiu, descontraí:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- Tô em fase de crescimento,&amp;nbsp;tenho que ficar de pé mesmo. Muito obrigada, mesmo assim!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Alguns minutos depois, provavelmente com os ossos doloridos, o senhor retornou ao acento.&amp;nbsp;E eu&amp;nbsp;fiquei &lt;strike&gt;matutando&lt;/strike&gt; pensando se deveria ou não ter aceitado o lugar, talvez o senhor se sentisse mais importante. Vai saber. O que com certeza aceitei foi&amp;nbsp;o ato de gentileza.&amp;nbsp;Mesmo depois de&amp;nbsp;estar velho e cansado,&amp;nbsp;foi capaz de demonstrar apreço ao próximo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Uma lição aos velhos de 20 e poucos anos e aos novos de 83.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-6178446246433931361?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/6178446246433931361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=6178446246433931361&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/6178446246433931361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/6178446246433931361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/02/senhor-da-gentileza.html' title='Senhor da Gentileza'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S3LBgv2TExI/AAAAAAAAAx0/ZPSw1JYRDTs/s72-c/velhinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-3800285214266455723</id><published>2010-02-05T12:29:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T11:29:39.643-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Legião 4x4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S4f0EQYl5dI/AAAAAAAAAzo/EJKw2ovq6_4/s1600-h/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S4f0EQYl5dI/AAAAAAAAAzo/EJKw2ovq6_4/s320/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S4fzY1wh61I/AAAAAAAAAzY/qZeKHKNNcww/s1600-h/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S4fzY1wh61I/AAAAAAAAAzY/qZeKHKNNcww/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Primeiros raffs para o logo do Legião 4x4! Reunião na próxima terça-feira para mudar algumas coisas tudo ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-3800285214266455723?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/3800285214266455723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=3800285214266455723&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/3800285214266455723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/3800285214266455723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/02/legiao-4x4.html' title='Legião 4x4'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S4f0EQYl5dI/AAAAAAAAAzo/EJKw2ovq6_4/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-6916810960267777525</id><published>2010-01-26T16:20:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T09:34:56.247-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>3 segundos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S18wjObRbWI/AAAAAAAAAxk/tZIQwuSqRYE/s1600-h/atropelamento.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S18wjObRbWI/AAAAAAAAAxk/tZIQwuSqRYE/s320/atropelamento.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo é um ser indefinido para mim. Às vezes é pai, amigo, irmão. Às vezes é palhaço, mal-criado e mandão. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vive pregando peça em todo mundo. Atrasa, só pra você não encontrar aquela pessoa naquele lugar. Passa em câmera lenta quando queremos que ele voe e voa quando queremos que ele seja eterno. Adianta, pra você perder (ou não) a oportunidade única que resolveu aparecer do nada. E, nos piores e melhores momentos, te salva... Ou fere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram 3 segundos, no máximo. Parei na avenida, olhei o movimento. Cumprimentei a senhora ao meu lado. Decidi fazer surpresa e dar um telefonema. 3 segundos pra pegar o celular no bolso e a senhora &lt;strike&gt;tentar&lt;/strike&gt; atravessar a rua. 3 segundos pra moto sugir sei-lá-da-onde e acertar a velhinha. 3 segundos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em segundos eu vi a senhora caída, a moto&amp;nbsp;deslizando no asfalto e o motoqueiro voando. Percebi que o tempo é tão incerto quanto cruel. Por alguns mízeros segundos que decidi ficar parada, não fui eu a atropelada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o choque e a adrenalina foram &lt;strike&gt;quase&lt;/strike&gt; os mesmos. É, com o tempo não se brinca. Eu vou é lá fora, viver tudo o que há pra viver, realizar todos os meus sonhos, dizer eu te amo quantas vezes eu quiser, falar bom-dia pro vizinho, brincar com meu cachorro, abraçar mais, amar mais, sorrir mais, viver mais... Antes que o tempo me atropele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.s:&amp;nbsp;Tanto a velhinha quanto o motoqueiro tiveram ferimentos leves. Agora pergunta se eles serão os mesmos depois disso. Eu não serei. Muita gente tem a mesma chance outra vez, vou aproveitar a minha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-6916810960267777525?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/6916810960267777525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=6916810960267777525&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/6916810960267777525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/6916810960267777525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-segundos.html' title='3 segundos'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S18wjObRbWI/AAAAAAAAAxk/tZIQwuSqRYE/s72-c/atropelamento.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-2090172422329409050</id><published>2010-01-25T12:01:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:41:29.783-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>Good can be Bad. Bad can be Good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanto o mau pode vir a ser bom, como o bom pode vir a ser mau.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S12bYv1kDvI/AAAAAAAAAxU/c-KCKaGAzxY/s1600-h/good_bad.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S12bYv1kDvI/AAAAAAAAAxU/c-KCKaGAzxY/s320/good_bad.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li um próverbio&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;chinguilingue&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;chinês que dizia mais ou menos o seguinte: &lt;em&gt;O filho de um fazendeiro tinha um cavalo que fugiu, mas depois de alguns dias&amp;nbsp;voltou acompanhado por uma égua. A&amp;nbsp;égua era selvagem e quando o&amp;nbsp;garoto quis montá-la, caiu e quebrou a&amp;nbsp;perna. Na mesma semana, quando&amp;nbsp;o exército estava recrutando jovens para a guerra, receberam a visita do Tenente&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;quis alistá-lo, mas não pôde, pois o rapaz estava debilitado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desgraça: o cavalo fugiu. Fortuna: o cavalo voltou com uma companheira. Desgraça: caiu do cavalo e quebrou a perna. Fortuna: não foi pro exército.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral:&lt;/strong&gt; Nunca se deve dar nem a desgraça nem a fortuna como absoluta. Para saber se algo é mau ou bom, é necessário dar tempo ao tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É certo que as pessoas que nos cercam (tô falando das que gostam da gente) querem nosso bem e por isso têm uma opinião para cada decisão que tomamos. Mas niguém irá sentir o que você sente. Ninguém consegue ver a situação do seu ângulo. Podemos ouvir o que os outros têm a dizer, mas decidir por nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre perder &lt;strike&gt;alguém&lt;/strike&gt; alguma coisa&amp;nbsp;é ruim. Às vezes, o que acontece é, de longe, uma desgraça, mas de perto, uma grande fortuna. Pois nos faz&amp;nbsp;valorizar e acreditar&amp;nbsp;que as coisas&amp;nbsp;podem ser&amp;nbsp;diferentes. Que&amp;nbsp;sempre serão diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camões já dizia: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Mudam-se os tempos, mudam-se as vontades, Muda-se o ser, muda-se a confiança; Todo o Mundo é composto de mudança, Tomando sempre novas qualidades".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-2090172422329409050?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/2090172422329409050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=2090172422329409050&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/2090172422329409050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/2090172422329409050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-can-be-bad-bad-can-be-good.html' title='Good can be Bad. Bad can be Good.'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S12bYv1kDvI/AAAAAAAAAxU/c-KCKaGAzxY/s72-c/good_bad.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-2936859527566600287</id><published>2010-01-10T12:47:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:18:47.534-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>Na saúde e na doença,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S0nsu1E4eAI/AAAAAAAAAxM/NiuKY-ZKwx8/s1600-h/couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425127515410167810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S0nsu1E4eAI/AAAAAAAAAxM/NiuKY-ZKwx8/s320/couple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Com certeza uma das maiores provas de amor (além da fidelidade) é o dia-a-dia do casal, o companheirismo, o &lt;em&gt;estar lá. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eles brigaram, ela estava cansada, era segunda-feira. Toda segunda-feira é díficil. Mas precisavam conversar. Só que ele passou mal, teve febre alta, dor no corpo, vomitou. Não estavam pra conversa, não disseram nada. Ela só ficou ali com ele.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E a noite foi longa, em cochilos. Observando ele dormir, percebeu o quanto se preocupava e se pudesse, sentiria tudo aquilo por ele, só pra ficar tudo bem. Deu remédio, fez carinho no cabelo para adormecer, massagem, beijou a testa. Ficou ali.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acordou vai saber quantas vezes para ficar olhando. Para ter a certeza de que tudo ficaria bem. O sol nasceu, ela foi pro trabalho, ele descansou e melhorou. Ela ficou feliz. Depois de um tempo, ele foi pra lá e ela pro outro lado. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E essa noite não passou de uma noite mal dormida, para ele, não pra ela.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-2936859527566600287?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/2936859527566600287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=2936859527566600287&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/2936859527566600287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/2936859527566600287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2010/01/na-saude-e-na-doenca.html' title='Na saúde e na doença,'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/S0nsu1E4eAI/AAAAAAAAAxM/NiuKY-ZKwx8/s72-c/couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-5449909239751947772</id><published>2009-12-31T11:57:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T16:35:42.530-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conquista'/><title type='text'>Feliz ano velho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/Szyt9MycpXI/AAAAAAAAAwU/SsIV_cWnmqk/s1600-h/feliz2010.jpg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421399318363678066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/Szyt9MycpXI/AAAAAAAAAwU/SsIV_cWnmqk/s320/feliz2010.jpg.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quando li o livro "Feliz ano velho", de Marcelo Rubens Paiva (ótimo por sinal), aprendi que o ano novo é um momento de reflexão das coisas boas que aconteceram no &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;outro ano, &lt;/span&gt;e não coisas ruins, como o povão costuma fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ano de 2009 foi de muitas conquistas para mim. Passei no vestibular, conheci o mundo universitário. Fui promovida na empresa, conquistei novos espaços. Amadureci, cresci, chorei, sorri, me diverti, conheci lugares inesquecíveis (primeira cachoeira!) e convivi com pessoas inesquecíveis também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que o silêncio, às vezes, é a melhor resposta. Lidei com problemas sérios e uns não tão sérios assim. Me dediquei em tudo que fiz e tentei, ao máximo, ser sempre melhor. E consegui! Vivi o ano de 2009 intensamente, talvez mais do que outros anos. Ora pela experiência adquirida, ora pela vontade de querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O importante é que eu desejo para 2010, um pouco de 2009, com mais realizações, claro. Mais amor, mais amizades, mais conquistas, mais sorrisos, mais família. Mais de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada à todos que contribuiram ao meu crescimento. Desculpe aos que eu magoei de alguma forma. O importante, é que com o tempo, só as boas lembranças ficarão. Vamos fazer valer apena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje tem festa! Feliz ano velho! ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-5449909239751947772?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/5449909239751947772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=5449909239751947772&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/5449909239751947772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/5449909239751947772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-ano-velho.html' title='Feliz ano velho'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/Szyt9MycpXI/AAAAAAAAAwU/SsIV_cWnmqk/s72-c/feliz2010.jpg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-2213657042555613989</id><published>2009-12-20T19:51:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T11:32:13.313-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Layout JM</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417441803785082258" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/Sy6eniH2FZI/AAAAAAAAAwM/aMA-s-KMRbo/s320/jm2.jpg" style="height: 309px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/Sy6dsRG61vI/AAAAAAAAAwE/gx21YDlXDEY/s1600-h/webquest2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417440785605514994" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/Sy6dsRG61vI/AAAAAAAAAwE/gx21YDlXDEY/s320/webquest2.jpg" style="height: 320px; width: 314px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Layouts que foram para aprovação... Dois de oito. Um cliente que gosta de opções! --' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uptade:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; layout aprovado e implementado: &lt;a href="http://www.jmconsultoria.net/"&gt;http://www.jmconsultoria.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-2213657042555613989?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/2213657042555613989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=2213657042555613989&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/2213657042555613989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/2213657042555613989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2009/12/layout-jm.html' title='Layout JM'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/Sy6eniH2FZI/AAAAAAAAAwM/aMA-s-KMRbo/s72-c/jm2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-5964277858653892034</id><published>2009-12-16T11:34:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T15:20:46.325-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>Ética Informatizada: ter ou não ter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SyjiazjxvaI/AAAAAAAAAv8/1qQcDuK_7lU/s1600-h/etica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415827502057766306" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SyjiazjxvaI/AAAAAAAAAv8/1qQcDuK_7lU/s320/etica.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 286px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eis a questão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falar de ética não é novo. Aristóteles falava de ética. O Império Romano matava por ética. A colonização e escravidão tiveram seus motivos éticos. O holocausto aconteceu pela ética alemã. Ética é uma palavra popular. Mas seus conceitos, infelizmente, não são.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, há uma distorção da ética, que muito se confunde com a moral. A nova geração, com tanta informação disponível, está perdida em meio aos vários conceitos e definições que a coitada da ética leva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas vamos simplificar, muito, a ética, em sua pura essência: existe um consenso, quase que unânime, que a ética defini-se como o estudo reflexivo da moral, e a moral, é o conjunto de regras consideradas válidas de acordo com um determinado costume ou hábito. Simples? Quase.&lt;br /&gt;Como conseguir ser ético no século XXI com tanta ética distorcida há vários séculos? Fica mais complicado quando falamos da ética informatizada (mais uma para a coleção).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mundo tecnológico corporativo, ética e informação nem sempre andam juntas. O que dizer de uma empresa que adquire um software e utiliza-o de maneira irregular? Dos sites que disponibilizam downloads free de programas privados? A questão complica-se quando mudamos a pergunta: as pessoas que usufruem desses recursos, são éticas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é ético? Como saber se as atitudes do nosso cotidiano são éticas? Mario Sergio Cortella, filosofo e doutor, nos exemplifica: questione a si mesmo. Quero? Devo? Posso? Existem coisas que eu quero, mas não devo. Coisas que eu devo, mas não posso. Coisas que eu posso, mas não quero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que não existe ninguém sem ética, todos possuem uma, deturpada ou não. A maior preocupação é fazer com que informação e ética mantenham um relacionamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É necessário deixar claro que, quando você se expõe virtualmente, você fica sujeito a milhões e milhões de “cliques”. Cliques estes, que podem ou não, serem benéficos. Antes de pensarmos em como conseguir uma ética informatizada, precisa-se, primeiro, preocupar-se com a formação dos profissionais. Não existe ética na informação se existir &lt;strong&gt;profissionais da informação sem ética&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-5964277858653892034?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/5964277858653892034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=5964277858653892034&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/5964277858653892034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/5964277858653892034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2009/12/etica-informatizada-ter-ou-nao-ter.html' title='Ética Informatizada: ter ou não ter?'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SyjiazjxvaI/AAAAAAAAAv8/1qQcDuK_7lU/s72-c/etica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-2812852076755489073</id><published>2009-12-09T07:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T07:14:05.591-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Confraternização 2009</title><content type='html'>E-mail marketing para a Confraternização 2009 da WebTraining! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/Sx9qHAM62eI/AAAAAAAAAvc/9zhgzvx3fKo/s1600-h/convite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413161945668442594" style="WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/Sx9qHAM62eI/AAAAAAAAAvc/9zhgzvx3fKo/s320/convite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-2812852076755489073?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/2812852076755489073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=2812852076755489073&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/2812852076755489073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/2812852076755489073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2009/12/confraternizacao-2009.html' title='Confraternização 2009'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/Sx9qHAM62eI/AAAAAAAAAvc/9zhgzvx3fKo/s72-c/convite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-1250830615429416103</id><published>2009-11-25T09:53:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T10:00:28.851-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Layout de caixa</title><content type='html'>Para aprovação (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/Sw0bVNmHTWI/AAAAAAAAAvU/KoSgh0b2qrY/s1600/04modelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408008778782559586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/Sw0bVNmHTWI/AAAAAAAAAvU/KoSgh0b2qrY/s320/04modelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/Sw0bUx_z5SI/AAAAAAAAAvM/wbS134Pcx4g/s1600/03modelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408008771374146850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/Sw0bUx_z5SI/AAAAAAAAAvM/wbS134Pcx4g/s320/03modelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/Sw0bUveBq_I/AAAAAAAAAvE/guHul2PiGto/s1600/02modelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408008770695572466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/Sw0bUveBq_I/AAAAAAAAAvE/guHul2PiGto/s320/02modelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/Sw0bUL7COjI/AAAAAAAAAu8/4n1cA26rK6M/s1600/01modelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408008761153567282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/Sw0bUL7COjI/AAAAAAAAAu8/4n1cA26rK6M/s320/01modelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/Sw0bT1FMYjI/AAAAAAAAAu0/iVzmojxHps4/s1600/00modelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408008755022160434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/Sw0bT1FMYjI/AAAAAAAAAu0/iVzmojxHps4/s320/00modelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/922339240007178365-1250830615429416103?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/1250830615429416103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=1250830615429416103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/1250830615429416103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/1250830615429416103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2009/11/layout-de-caixa.html' title='Layout de caixa'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/Sw0bVNmHTWI/AAAAAAAAAvU/KoSgh0b2qrY/s72-c/04modelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-2473398588208461440</id><published>2009-10-26T00:14:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T20:51:25.458-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>Desintoxicação do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SuUJqfippAI/AAAAAAAAAus/hJ3N9DbbvCw/s1600-h/broken_heart.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396730354099397634" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SuUJqfippAI/AAAAAAAAAus/hJ3N9DbbvCw/s320/broken_heart.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 320px; width: 297px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;De acordo com a Wikipedia, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desintoxicação&lt;/span&gt; é um termo geral que descreve a remoção de substâncias tóxicas do corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já parou pra pensar que de tóxico, não existem só as drogas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inveja é tóxico, ódio, ciúmes. E porquê não, o amor. O término de um relacionamento, se não for doloroso, não é válido. Não foi amor, não foi relacionamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nó que fica no estômago, o coração acelerado, os dentes que se mordem, o olhar perdido. Você se envolve, acredita, se entrega, e então se decepciona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você tenta dormir. Tenta, porque não consegue. Você rola pra lá, rola pra cá. Pensa em tudo de bom que aconteceu, em tudo de ruim. Assiste como espectador e não como ator. 3 horas da manhã, nada de dormir, que saco, que sono, que raiva, que tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de uns dias, você toma um banho especial. Como se lavasse a alma, e decide que vai fazer diferente. Promete nunca mais se apaixonar e não confiar nos outros. Você se olha no espelho e sente raiva por ter "perdido tempo". Mas na verdade, não é raiva, você quer acreditar em um sentimento ruim, pra ser forte, e conseguir seguir em frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você realmente segue em frente. Você olha pra trás e não sente... Não sente mais raiva, mais ciúmes, mais amor. Não sente mais nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seria bom se a desintoxicação do amor fosse menos dolorosa. Fosse como a intoxicação alimentar, você vomita, coloca tudo de ruim pra fora, e então toma um remédio e fica melhor. Desamor não é fatal, fato.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-2473398588208461440?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/2473398588208461440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=2473398588208461440&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/2473398588208461440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/2473398588208461440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2009/10/desintoxicacao-do-amor.html' title='Desintoxicação do amor'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SuUJqfippAI/AAAAAAAAAus/hJ3N9DbbvCw/s72-c/broken_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-5386126524417140206</id><published>2009-10-06T09:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T09:04:36.361-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Semana de Tecnologia</title><content type='html'>Este semestre tem Semana de Tecnologia &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. Realizaram um concurso para o logo da semana. Estou participando (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um sinal de &lt;em&gt;wireless&lt;/em&gt;, aos desentendidos. A moça da recepção não entendeu, será que a a banca entende? ;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SssxnpvryeI/AAAAAAAAAuM/RUoNNeW5fr0/s1600-h/logo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389455936369445346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SssxnpvryeI/AAAAAAAAAuM/RUoNNeW5fr0/s320/logo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-5386126524417140206?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/5386126524417140206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=5386126524417140206&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/5386126524417140206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/5386126524417140206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2009/10/semana-de-tecnologia.html' title='Semana de Tecnologia'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SssxnpvryeI/AAAAAAAAAuM/RUoNNeW5fr0/s72-c/logo3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-942761327965381572</id><published>2009-10-02T08:03:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:25:21.252-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><title type='text'>Vestibular 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SsXihlocKOI/AAAAAAAAAuE/FQwzf5nVAa8/s1600-h/nerdGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387961595883956450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SsXihlocKOI/AAAAAAAAAuE/FQwzf5nVAa8/s320/nerdGirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ahhh o vestibular... Parece que foi ontem que eu roia as unhas de nervoso, que borboletas dominavam meu estômago e que a incerteza tomava conta de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas sensações são únicas, como essa: passar no vestibular! Eu sentia vontade de pular, de gritar, sair correndo, abraçar minha mãe, beijar meu irmão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo, essa sensação se torna senso de responsabilidade, prazos, projetos, exercícios, trabalhos, seminários, apostilas, noites sem dormir, reuniões aos domingos, choro, stress, ânimo, conquista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que vamos enlouquecer com tantas provas e prazos, mas não, não enlouquecemos. No final, a sensação é gratificante. É preciso esforço e disciplina para alcançar metas e ideais. E o melhor disso tudo é que você percebe o quanto você mudou, aprendeu e cresceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crescer é muito bom, quando se aproveita as oportunidades certas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faça a sua oportunidade acontecer também!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SsXhjIaOryI/AAAAAAAAAt8/HotDGZLCkqQ/s1600-h/Folder_fatec_Americana_frente.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387960522887835426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SsXhjIaOryI/AAAAAAAAAt8/HotDGZLCkqQ/s320/Folder_fatec_Americana_frente.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-942761327965381572?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/942761327965381572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=942761327965381572&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/942761327965381572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/942761327965381572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2009/10/vestibular-2010.html' title='Vestibular 2010'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SsXihlocKOI/AAAAAAAAAuE/FQwzf5nVAa8/s72-c/nerdGirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-1654458198019074593</id><published>2009-08-26T08:06:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:29:49.550-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><title type='text'>Ano novo de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SpUXNJcV83I/AAAAAAAAAsA/nX3F1S64YpY/s1600-h/carta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374227244977091442" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SpUXNJcV83I/AAAAAAAAAsA/nX3F1S64YpY/s320/carta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Natal de 1995.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem é você? &lt;/strong&gt;Nós somos o que fazem de nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que você fez com o que fizeram de você?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que presente do dias dos pais também é presente do dia das mães&lt;br /&gt;(ou &lt;em&gt;pãe&lt;/em&gt;, como costumava dizer);&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que irmão mais velho não é pai, mas pode ser seu melhor amigo;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que quando você chora de saudade, você dá um banho na alma;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que o colo de mãe continua sendo o lugar mais seguro do mundo&lt;br /&gt;(mesmo depois dos 6 anos);&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que você não pode esperar dos outros o que você faz por eles;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi a valorizar os momentos em família;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que arroz, feijão e carne moída alimenta muito bem;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que presentes caros não fazem minha mãe ser melhor do que ela já é;&lt;br /&gt;O melhor presente é o amor, o carinho, a paciência e a dedicação que ela tem comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi tantas coisas. E ainda aprendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percebi que felicidade é sinônimo de mãe, irmão, almoço de domingo, filme no sofá. Sinônimo de fazer o que nos preenche por dentro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-1654458198019074593?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/1654458198019074593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=1654458198019074593&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/1654458198019074593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/1654458198019074593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2009/08/ano-novo-de-natal.html' title='Ano novo de Natal'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SpUXNJcV83I/AAAAAAAAAsA/nX3F1S64YpY/s72-c/carta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-2773644765691428224</id><published>2009-08-10T13:27:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:34:34.234-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>1ª Noite dos Solteiros</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SoBKenFDn9I/AAAAAAAAAr4/-9-FDhdF6S0/s1600-h/conv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368372645572354002" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SoBKenFDn9I/AAAAAAAAAr4/-9-FDhdF6S0/s320/conv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Evento para solteiros, realizado por &lt;a href="http://artedaconquista.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;Flávia Medule&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Arte para veiculação de flyers e e-mail mkt. (;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-2773644765691428224?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/2773644765691428224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=2773644765691428224&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/2773644765691428224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/2773644765691428224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2009/08/1-noite-dos-solteiros.html' title='1ª Noite dos Solteiros'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SoBKenFDn9I/AAAAAAAAAr4/-9-FDhdF6S0/s72-c/conv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-6939201933780581146</id><published>2009-08-07T07:49:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:51:44.857-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><title type='text'>Vírgula,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SnwIUvcnaNI/AAAAAAAAArI/e6v3r7E-H78/s1600-h/vir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367174008345684178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SnwIUvcnaNI/AAAAAAAAArI/e6v3r7E-H78/s320/vir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Conhece alguém que use a vírgula corretamente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode ser uma pausa... ou não.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = v ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:vml" /&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1027" style="MARGIN-TOP: 161.65pt; Z-INDEX: 2; MARGIN-LEFT: -68.55pt; WIDTH: 252pt; POSITION: absolute; HEIGHT: 207pt; mso-position-horizontal: absolute; mso-position-vertical: absolute" type="#_x0000_t202" stroked="f"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, espere.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela pode sumir com seu dinheiro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23,4.&lt;br /&gt;2,34.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode ser autoritária.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceito, obrigado.&lt;br /&gt;Aceito obrigado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode criar heróis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso só, ele resolve.&lt;br /&gt;Isso só ele resolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E vilões.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse, juiz, é corrupto.&lt;br /&gt;Esse juiz é corrupto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode ser a solução.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos perder, nada foi resolvido.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos perder nada, foi resolvido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vírgula muda uma opinião.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não queremos saber.&lt;br /&gt;Não, queremos saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vírgula muda tudo! *ABI: 100 anos lutando para que ninguém mude uma vírgula da sua informação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Campanha dos 100 anos da ABI*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-6939201933780581146?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/6939201933780581146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=6939201933780581146&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/6939201933780581146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/6939201933780581146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2009/08/virgula.html' title='Vírgula,'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SnwIUvcnaNI/AAAAAAAAArI/e6v3r7E-H78/s72-c/vir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-179016315403268883</id><published>2009-08-06T09:52:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:38:02.057-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>Até que o divórcio nos separe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SnrUkTU8A-I/AAAAAAAAAq4/Cjtw56mG8ls/s1600-h/divorcio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366835626093839330" style="WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SnrUkTU8A-I/AAAAAAAAAq4/Cjtw56mG8ls/s320/divorcio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Já parou pra pensar por que hoje em dia os casamentos não duram nem a metade do que duravam antigamente? Eu parei pra pensar nisso ontem, quando fui comer um lanche e discutia com meu namorado (e quem sabe futuro marido), sobre como seria o &lt;em&gt;nosso &lt;/em&gt;casamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre uma mordida e outra, planejamos as flores, o &lt;em&gt;menu, &lt;/em&gt;alguns detalhes da festa. E então, a brisa mudou, e com ela o assunto. Mas quando cheguei em casa, lembrei das infinitas histórias sobre casamento-que-acabou-em-divórcio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marido que trabalha demais, deixa a mulher sozinha e compensa a ausência com sapatos, bolsas e cartão de crédito. Mulher que traí o marido, porque ele não é mais um príncipe e já não tem aquele corpinho de 20 anos, ou vice-e-versa. Pai bêbado, que bate da mulher, na frente dos filhos. Mãe que abandona a casa para viver sua vida, deixando o esposo, filhos, cachorro e papagaio pra trás. Amante pra ele, amante pra ela. Um tapa ali, um tabefe acolá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realidade, fato. Já ouvi tantas coisas absurdas, mas verdadeiras. Até participei de um divórcio, o dos meus pais. Presenciei muitas e muitas separações, de tia, de tio, de amigos, de vó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tal deixar o clima pesado de lado?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Viva intensamente, aproveite as qualidades do outro, investa no relacionamento, tenha paciência, carinho e muita dedicação para ser mais feliz, todos os dias, mais e mais. O divórcio não compensa, as cicatrizes serão eternas. Existe ex-marido e ex-mulher, mas não existe ex-família. Por isso, pense bem antes de construir uma! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Viva melhor. Vale apena ser feliz!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vOkZCop9CUE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vOkZCop9CUE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-179016315403268883?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/179016315403268883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=179016315403268883&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/179016315403268883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/179016315403268883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2009/08/ate-que-o-divorcio-nos-separe.html' title='Até que o divórcio nos separe.'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SnrUkTU8A-I/AAAAAAAAAq4/Cjtw56mG8ls/s72-c/divorcio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-6835089290635482591</id><published>2009-07-30T08:47:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:42:50.724-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><title type='text'>O porco tá solto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SnLa7b0OorI/AAAAAAAAAqo/GYIWwoKQs2w/s1600-h/pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364590820765639346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SnLa7b0OorI/AAAAAAAAAqo/GYIWwoKQs2w/s320/pig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A gruipe Suína, seu nome de início, hoje é chamada de Influenza A ou A(H1N1). Esse vírus é um &lt;em&gt;mix&lt;/em&gt; de outros vírus: gripe espanhola (até então, extinta), gripe humana moderada (daquelas que você precisa ficar em casa, debaixo das cobertas), gripe suína (isso mesmo, vírus do porco) e outras doenças encontradas em aves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Americana há três casos confirmados. Até o dia 28/07, foram registrados 58 mortes pelo vírus no país. Esse vírus causa insuficiência respiratória, o que leva a pessoa a morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso tudo não é novidade nenhuma, para quem acompanha as notícias. Seja no jornal, pela internet ou no twitter. A Fatec, faculdade de Americana, adiou o retorno das aulas para 17/08, assim como as demais escolas públicas e estaduais. Escolas particulares irão definir o adiamento na segunda-feira, 03/08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não dá pra acreditar que uma gripe que começou lááá no México está aqui na cidade. O vírus pode durar até 10 horas nas superfície plana, por isso evitar lugares com aglomeração de pessoas é fundamental. Praticamente um "passou-levou", parecido com o contagio da conjutivite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o ser humano é cheio de neuras, agora ganhou mais uma. Precisa ter cuidado onde vai e com quem vai; ou se preocupar se algum "infectado" vai estar por lá - se já não deu o ar da graça e deixou um vírus a espreita, esperando pela próxima vítima. Definitivamente, o cúmulo do absurdo... ou não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SnbM-dKYOTI/AAAAAAAAAqw/ppn-IeVdTZc/s1600-h/previnir_h1n1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365701379410639154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SnbM-dKYOTI/AAAAAAAAAqw/ppn-IeVdTZc/s320/previnir_h1n1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-6835089290635482591?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/6835089290635482591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=6835089290635482591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/6835089290635482591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/6835089290635482591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-porco-ta-solto.html' title='O porco tá solto...'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SnLa7b0OorI/AAAAAAAAAqo/GYIWwoKQs2w/s72-c/pig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-1238229476905521379</id><published>2009-07-27T12:49:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T07:57:02.159-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>Família,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/Sm3bThXrOYI/AAAAAAAAAqI/rgktsUl_aVg/s1600-h/familia.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363183859689798018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/Sm3bThXrOYI/AAAAAAAAAqI/rgktsUl_aVg/s320/familia.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tropecei em um estranho que passava e lhe pedi desculpas. Ele respondeu: “Desculpe-me por favor, não a vi.”. Fomos muito educados, seguimos nosso caminho, nos despedimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde, ao estar casa, do caminho do quarto para a sala, esbarro em meu irmão. Imediatamente gritei com ele; ele se retirou sentido, sem que eu notasse quão ignorante fui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tratamos um estranho de forma tão cortês e destratamos quem nos tem amor. A consciência pesou, fui me desculpar e o que eu ouvi: "Tudo bem irmã, eu te amo de todos os modos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso poderia mesmo acontecer; e acontece com a maioria das pessoas no trabalho, na família, no dia-a-dia. Acontece com irmão, irmã, mãe, pai, amigo, amiga, primo, chefe. Mas nem sempre (ou quase nunca) reconhecemos o quanto cruéis podemos ser, o quanto é ruim destratar quem nos quer bem, ou qualquer outro ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entenda que se alguma coisa acontecer amanhã (use a imginação, é óbvio demais), a empresa em que você trabalha cubrirá seu posto em uma questão de tempo. Mas a família que deixamos sentirá a perda pelo resto da vida. Pense neles, porque geralmente nos entregamos mais ao trabalho, mais a diversão, ou a qualquer outro prazer momentâneo, do que a nossa família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com certeza, uma inversão pouco inteligente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F A M I L Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ather &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nd &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;other &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ove &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ou”&lt;br /&gt;(Papai e Mamãe, eu os amo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não podemos mudar o mundo, mas podemos mudar o meio em que vivemos. Começando por nós, pela nossa família. Se todas as famílias tiverem amor, aos poucos, seriam todas as famílias do mundo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-1238229476905521379?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/1238229476905521379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=1238229476905521379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/1238229476905521379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/1238229476905521379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2009/07/familia.html' title='Família,'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/Sm3bThXrOYI/AAAAAAAAAqI/rgktsUl_aVg/s72-c/familia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-5515992772741965722</id><published>2009-07-24T12:02:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:17:30.186-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>Vício virtual,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SmnNBHVE5sI/AAAAAAAAApk/IE_iBdWMs5Q/s1600-h/blogueiro_social.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362042250392299202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SmnNBHVE5sI/AAAAAAAAApk/IE_iBdWMs5Q/s320/blogueiro_social.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É triste como a modinha-web esvazia as pessoas. É tanta informação, que tem gente que se perde, e quando não, perde tempo demais falando chuchu-com-abobrinha. Dói os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso me fez lembrar dos bons tempos da informação 'impressa'. Quando algum amigo lia um livro e recomendava na sala, aí tinha que fazer reserva na biblioteca municipal. Não sei vocês, mas e-books são um saco. Prefiro capa, papel, cheiro de novo, cheiro de velho. A emoção de se virar na cama, ajeitando a posição depois de mais de 2h de leitura. Tem gente que gosta, tem gente que não suporta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A web deixou as pessoas preguiçosas. Fato. Trabalho 9h por dia conectada. Final de semana me enfio no mato, onde nem celular pega direito. A tecnologia tem lá suas vantagens, mais a maior desvantagem dela (sim, existe) é a inércia que ela coloca as pessoas. Famílias não conversam mais, namoros terminam no msn, conversa só se for online. Livro então...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou contra tecnologia, faço faculdade disso (caí de gaiato, fazer o que). Sou a favor do humanismo, dos passeios na praça de mãos dadas, nos banhos de chuva, dos almoços de domingo, na mesa redonda da vó; das confidências na cama do quarto, da reserva do livro da biblioteca, do contato, dos olhares, dos momentos que as fotografias não registram.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-5515992772741965722?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/5515992772741965722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=5515992772741965722&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/5515992772741965722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/5515992772741965722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2009/07/vicio-virtual.html' title='Vício virtual,'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/SmnNBHVE5sI/AAAAAAAAApk/IE_iBdWMs5Q/s72-c/blogueiro_social.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922339240007178365.post-8072048702172863820</id><published>2009-07-15T13:47:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:34:09.437-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crônicas'/><title type='text'>Money que é good,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/Sl4Jth4KbZI/AAAAAAAAApM/nqucDFu9Bcw/s1600-h/cash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358731284410166674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/Sl4Jth4KbZI/AAAAAAAAApM/nqucDFu9Bcw/s320/cash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nóis no have.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mamonas_Assassinas" target="_blank"&gt;Mamonas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;Verdade seja dita, dinheiro faz falta. E quem diz que não, provavelmente, tem um bocado dele. A crise ainda não foi embora por completo (e talvez esteja bem longe de ir), mas existem algumas coisas que podemos fazer para sair da &lt;em&gt;tal &lt;/em&gt;pindaíba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comidinha caseira: &lt;/strong&gt;não tenha dúvida, se você pode fazer as refeições do dia-a-dia em casa, aproveite. Além da comida ser mais saborosa, sai muito mais em conta. Marmita é uma boa opção para quem trabalha longe de casa e está afim de economizar. Deixe as refeições em restaurantes para ocasiões especiais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Invista em você: &lt;/strong&gt;não gaste todo o seu capital assim, puf. Considere apenas 90% disponível, e os outros 10% aplique em uma poupança. Com o tempo, aumente gradativamente a quantia a ser aplicada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pague em cash: &lt;/strong&gt;prefira à vista ao parcelado. Com planejamento e investimento, você adquire o que realmente quer e pode negociar um preço melhor. Dinheiro na mão garante negocio e credibilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Semi-novo é quase novo: &lt;/strong&gt;alguns produtos podem ser adquiridos em lojas especializadas de semi-novos e usados. O preço é muito mais acessível e a qualidade é praticamente a mesma (ninguém vai saber que aquele lindo casado de pele não é novo, se você não falar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ataque o atacado:&lt;/strong&gt; quer economizar muito mais nas compras? Mercado que vende no atacado é uma ótima opção. Você compra alimentos,  produtos de higiene e limpeza, em fardos (que trazem grandes quantidades) por um preço muito abaixo do usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São dicas válidas e úteis para economizar. A diferença do rico com o pobre, é que o rico prefere gastar com viagens e o pobre, com roupas de marcas. É preciso saber gastar o dinheiro. Se não, &lt;em&gt;money que é good nóis no have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922339240007178365-8072048702172863820?l=agmarin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/feeds/8072048702172863820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922339240007178365&amp;postID=8072048702172863820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/8072048702172863820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922339240007178365/posts/default/8072048702172863820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agmarin.blogspot.com/2009/07/money-que-e-good.html' title='Money que é good,'/><author><name>Ana Gabriela Marin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17406008198732672324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EY4TYog72Ys/TWlJ2SPLwRI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZOa8A8fsxUY/s220/gbs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g39Dy9ehYZw/Sl4Jth4KbZI/AAAAAAAAApM/nqucDFu9Bcw/s72-c/cash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
