<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13876507</id><updated>2009-10-18T18:02:54.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Mais Uma Perfeita Imperfeita :.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13876507.post-2495189645614499856</id><published>2008-03-04T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T08:43:44.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_imKnksegtug/R818DT0-RUI/AAAAAAAAADM/B4Y8VsKhVRk/s1600-h/copy2008-02-27+-+STARBUCKS+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173927943222478146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_imKnksegtug/R818DT0-RUI/AAAAAAAAADM/B4Y8VsKhVRk/s400/copy2008-02-27+-+STARBUCKS+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13876507-2495189645614499856?l=umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/feeds/2495189645614499856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13876507&amp;postID=2495189645614499856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/2495189645614499856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/2495189645614499856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01678724872828405339'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_imKnksegtug/R818DT0-RUI/AAAAAAAAADM/B4Y8VsKhVRk/s72-c/copy2008-02-27+-+STARBUCKS+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13876507.post-877670257745188826</id><published>2007-08-11T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T20:54:06.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cansei de devanear.&lt;br /&gt;Estou na fase das amenidades.&lt;br /&gt;Por enquanto, ficarei por aqui: &lt;a href="http://choppcomgroselha.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://choppcomgroselha.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta luego!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13876507-877670257745188826?l=umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/feeds/877670257745188826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13876507&amp;postID=877670257745188826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/877670257745188826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/877670257745188826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/2007/08/cansei-de-devanear.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01678724872828405339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13876507.post-117391891772391002</id><published>2007-03-14T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T18:35:17.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A gente sempre acha.&lt;br /&gt;Acha isso, acha aquilo. Acha que ser&amp;aacute; de um jeito, depois acha que ser&amp;aacute; de outro.&lt;br /&gt;Ningu&amp;eacute;m tem certeza. A certeza geralmente &amp;eacute; "achar" algo de forma mais firme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;iacute;, aparecem os fatos e derrubam qualquer "achismo".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13876507-117391891772391002?l=umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/feeds/117391891772391002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13876507&amp;postID=117391891772391002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/117391891772391002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/117391891772391002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/2007/03/gente-sempre-acha.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01678724872828405339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13876507.post-117345336373584461</id><published>2007-03-09T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T07:16:03.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tchau Zona Norte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentirei saudades...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13876507-117345336373584461?l=umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/feeds/117345336373584461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13876507&amp;postID=117345336373584461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/117345336373584461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/117345336373584461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/2007/03/tchau-zona-norte-sentirei-saudades.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01678724872828405339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13876507.post-117319977392832854</id><published>2007-03-06T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T08:49:33.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Encaixota isso. Encaixota aquilo. O que leva. O que joga. O que doa.&lt;br /&gt;Qual quarto ficarei? Pinto agora ou depois? Ventila? &amp;Eacute;, realmente, tem feito muito calor.&lt;br /&gt;Menos de uma semana e ainda n&amp;atilde;o consegui organizar tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, nada disso me irritou. Apesar do cansa&amp;ccedil;o.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe o que me irritou? Muito? Ficar ligando pra bancos e outros lugares pra alterar endere&amp;ccedil;o. &amp;Eacute; um tal de "N&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; aqui, voc&amp;ecirc; tem que ligar pra outra central de atendimento." "Disque o n&amp;uacute;mero do seu cart&amp;atilde;o. Senha de atendimento. Aperte o 3, aperte o 7, bla bla bla bla" . Fala com um, fala com outro. &lt;br /&gt;Cansei.&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro encaixotar coisas. Elas n&amp;atilde;o mandam eu apertar o 3, apertar o 7, dizendo que eu as coloquei em caixa errada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13876507-117319977392832854?l=umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/feeds/117319977392832854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13876507&amp;postID=117319977392832854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/117319977392832854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/117319977392832854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/2007/03/encaixota-isso.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01678724872828405339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13876507.post-117267836227494003</id><published>2007-02-28T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T08:44:36.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ontem, algu&amp;eacute;m disse: "Agora em mar&amp;ccedil;o, farei n&amp;atilde;o sei o que."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu pensei: Mar&amp;ccedil;o? J&amp;aacute;? J&amp;aacute; &amp;eacute; Mar&amp;ccedil;o? Terceiro m&amp;ecirc;s? J&amp;aacute;?&lt;br /&gt;Por um momento, desesperei-me, como todos os anos, quando penso que n&amp;atilde;o fiz nada no primeiro trimestre.&lt;br /&gt;Depois, acalmei e percebi que tomei atitudes de um ano inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abri um sorriso e continuei minha caminhada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13876507-117267836227494003?l=umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/feeds/117267836227494003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13876507&amp;postID=117267836227494003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/117267836227494003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/117267836227494003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/2007/02/ontem-alguo-fiz-nada-no-primeiro.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01678724872828405339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13876507.post-116805784280836345</id><published>2007-01-05T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T20:30:42.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;T&amp;aacute;. Come&amp;ccedil;ou 2007 e?&lt;br /&gt;Tornei-me c&amp;eacute;tica ao achar que &amp;eacute; apenas uma virada de minuto? A&amp;iacute;, eu escuto: &lt;i&gt;Mas tem toda a magia, &amp;eacute; o momento que 100% das pessoas est&amp;atilde;o felizes, com esperan&amp;ccedil;as renovadas, cheia de desejos e vontades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;N&amp;atilde;o me convenceu.&lt;br /&gt;Porque h&amp;aacute; uma semana era 2006 e os meus problemas eram iguais. As minhas vontades tamb&amp;eacute;m. As pessoas n&amp;atilde;o pararam de morrer, nem de matar. O mundo est&amp;aacute; igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora, Jos&amp;eacute;?&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/13876507-116805784280836345?l=umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/feeds/116805784280836345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13876507&amp;postID=116805784280836345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/116805784280836345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/116805784280836345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/2007/01/t.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01678724872828405339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13876507.post-116670953520396512</id><published>2006-12-21T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T06:26:47.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.: Janeiro 10 em 2010 :.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este &amp;eacute; o meu planejamento para 2007. Tenho at&amp;eacute; dezembro de 2009 pra me acertar de modo geral. S&amp;atilde;o tr&amp;ecirc;s anos. E se eu for parar pra pensar e analisar, os &amp;uacute;ltimos t&amp;ecirc;s anos foram os de maiores mudan&amp;ccedil;as na minha vida. Vir&amp;atilde;o mais por a&amp;iacute;. Eu espero, mas nesses que se passaram eu aprendi, apanhei, ca&amp;iacute;, levantei, ca&amp;iacute; de novo, levantei, apanhei, fiz, refiz. Resolvi dar sequ&amp;ecirc;ncia e aplicar o que aprendi. Algumas coisas n&amp;atilde;o d&amp;aacute; pra prever, tipo vida amorosa e sa&amp;uacute;de. Por&amp;eacute;m, estar bem resolvida comigo e olhar para os lados ao atravessar a rua e fazer um check up, eu posso. &lt;br /&gt;Buscar solu&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es ao inv&amp;eacute;s de tra&amp;ccedil;ar objetivos, tamb&amp;eacute;m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um desafio grande por a&amp;iacute;. Sou acomodada assumida que, adora uma teoria e nega a todo custo, a pr&amp;aacute;tica. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janeiro 10, a&amp;iacute; vou eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13876507-116670953520396512?l=umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/feeds/116670953520396512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13876507&amp;postID=116670953520396512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/116670953520396512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/116670953520396512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01678724872828405339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13876507.post-116615253380601487</id><published>2006-12-14T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T19:15:33.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;.: Expectativa :.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperar que as pessoas ajam da maneira que voc&amp;ecirc; gostaria que elas agissem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.: Realidade :.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elas agem da maneira que elas querem agir e pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.: Eu :.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomo na cabe&amp;ccedil;a.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13876507-116615253380601487?l=umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/feeds/116615253380601487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13876507&amp;postID=116615253380601487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/116615253380601487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/116615253380601487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01678724872828405339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13876507.post-116552244863454726</id><published>2006-12-07T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T12:14:08.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ser&amp;aacute; que eu sou t&amp;atilde;o dram&amp;aacute;tica?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o, n&amp;atilde;o, n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; poss&amp;iacute;vel.&lt;br /&gt;Algo est&amp;aacute; errado. E algumas pessoas tamb&amp;eacute;m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13876507-116552244863454726?l=umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/feeds/116552244863454726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13876507&amp;postID=116552244863454726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/116552244863454726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/116552244863454726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/2006/12/serm.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01678724872828405339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13876507.post-116468275950386141</id><published>2006-11-27T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T18:59:19.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eu queria a f&amp;oacute;rmula do equil&amp;iacute;brio da raz&amp;atilde;o e cora&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13876507-116468275950386141?l=umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/feeds/116468275950386141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13876507&amp;postID=116468275950386141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/116468275950386141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/116468275950386141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/2006/11/eu-queria-fo.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01678724872828405339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13876507.post-116408002676590437</id><published>2006-11-20T19:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T19:33:46.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tinha escrito um post desabafando todas as minhas revoltas, mas a&amp;iacute; vem algu&amp;eacute;m com um sorriso, pi&amp;ntilde;a colada, palavras de quebrar, Tori Amos no fundo e eu simplesmente esqueci que eu ando rebelde.&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/13876507-116408002676590437?l=umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/feeds/116408002676590437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13876507&amp;postID=116408002676590437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/116408002676590437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/116408002676590437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/2006/11/tinha-escrito-um-post-desabafando_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01678724872828405339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13876507.post-116305309545316266</id><published>2006-11-08T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T22:18:15.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ainda vou descobrir o que tenho com a m&amp;uacute;sica &lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;Angels&lt;/font&gt; do &lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;Robbie Williams&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que a escuto, ela me desperta uma s&amp;eacute;rie de emo&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es relacionadas aos meus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Parece que me cutuca: &lt;i&gt;"Eu estou aqui, vou te pentelhar. Ou joga os sonhos no lixo ou os coloca na lista de prioridade. Fundo da gaveta, n&amp;atilde;o d&amp;aacute;."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que a letra da m&amp;uacute;sica n&amp;atilde;o fala disso, mas ela mexe comigo dessa maneira, u&amp;eacute;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a&amp;iacute; eu penso que s&amp;atilde;o 4 horas da manh&amp;atilde; e que deveria dormir.... mas n&amp;atilde;o consigo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu j&amp;aacute; pensei t&amp;atilde;o grande, j&amp;aacute; corri atr&amp;aacute;s, j&amp;aacute; fui al&amp;eacute;m e n&amp;atilde;o entendo onde e como parei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engra&amp;ccedil;ado que a vida ultimamente, me joga v&amp;aacute;rias situa&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es sobre decis&amp;otilde;es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas dizem que a vida n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; complicada, que somos quem a complicamos.&lt;br /&gt;So?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13876507-116305309545316266?l=umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/feeds/116305309545316266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13876507&amp;postID=116305309545316266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/116305309545316266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/116305309545316266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/2006/11/ainda-vou-descobrir-o-que-tenho-com-m.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01678724872828405339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13876507.post-116166375088555591</id><published>2006-10-23T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T21:22:30.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Descobri que n&amp;atilde;o acredito em casamento.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Eacute;. N&amp;atilde;o acredito.&lt;br /&gt;Como algu&amp;eacute;m pode jurar ficar com uma pessoa at&amp;eacute; que a morte os separe?&lt;br /&gt;Como fazer um juramento sem saber se ir&amp;aacute; cumpri-lo?&lt;br /&gt;Definitivamente, n&amp;atilde;o acredito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13876507-116166375088555591?l=umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/feeds/116166375088555591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13876507&amp;postID=116166375088555591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/116166375088555591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/116166375088555591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/2006/10/descobri-que-no-acredito.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01678724872828405339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13876507.post-116114573750843588</id><published>2006-10-17T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T21:36:54.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="150" width="225"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Kkg1IkGJ0Y"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Kkg1IkGJ0Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/13876507-116114573750843588?l=umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/feeds/116114573750843588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13876507&amp;postID=116114573750843588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/116114573750843588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/116114573750843588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01678724872828405339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13876507.post-116114215278504741</id><published>2006-10-17T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:29:12.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um dia, essa minha bipolariedade me mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Ocirc;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13876507-116114215278504741?l=umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/feeds/116114215278504741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13876507&amp;postID=116114215278504741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/116114215278504741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/116114215278504741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/2006/10/um-dia-essa-minha-bipolariedade-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01678724872828405339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13876507.post-116054045319627122</id><published>2006-10-10T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T21:20:53.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje, eu pensei: "Ser&amp;aacute; que um dia serei feliz no amor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem maiores perguntas. Pois eu n&amp;atilde;o quero relembrar o dia de hoje.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13876507-116054045319627122?l=umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/feeds/116054045319627122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13876507&amp;postID=116054045319627122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/116054045319627122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/116054045319627122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/2006/10/hoje-eu-pensei-sero-quero-relembrar-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01678724872828405339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13876507.post-115920058567078477</id><published>2006-09-25T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T21:07:45.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Algu&amp;eacute;m j&amp;aacute; ouviu aquela hist&amp;oacute;ria de Paul McCartney est&amp;aacute; morto e foi substitu&amp;iacute;do por um s&amp;oacute;sia?&lt;br /&gt;Eu n&amp;atilde;o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosa que sou, fui atr&amp;aacute;s de informa&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es. Acredito que foi jogada de marketing, mas confesso que fiquei balan&amp;ccedil;ada. &lt;br /&gt;Vou colocar algumas dicas da suposta morte dele, pois nesse blog a gente tamb&amp;eacute;m fala da vida alheia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na capa do Abbey Road o Paul est&amp;aacute; descal&amp;ccedil;o (mortos s&amp;atilde;o enterrados descal&amp;ccedil;os), com o passo trocado em rela&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o aos outros, ele est&amp;aacute; segurando o cigarro com a m&amp;atilde;o direita, e atr&amp;aacute;s deles &amp;agrave; esquerda tem um fusca estacionado com a placa:"28IF" (indicando q ele teria 28 anos SE estivesse vivo)&lt;br /&gt;Em "Come Together" tem uma parte q diz: "One and one and one is three" (ou seja, s&amp;atilde;o apenas 3 beatles)&lt;br /&gt;No final de "All you need is love" Lennon fala: "Yes, he is dead"&lt;br /&gt;Sgt. Pepper's:H&amp;aacute; uma m&amp;atilde;o aberta sobre a cabe&amp;ccedil;a de Paul;Nas fotos do encarte, Paul est&amp;aacute; de costas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na m&amp;uacute;sica Strawberry Fields Forever, em seu final, se aumentar o volume do som d&amp;aacute; pra ouvir (aparentemente) Lennon dizendo: "I'm buried Paul" (Eu enterrei Paul). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra da musica Sgt Pepper's Lonely Heart: "so let me introduce to you the one and only billy shears" (o suposto s&amp;oacute;sia de Paul). Os Beatles pararam de fazer shows , depois do revolver , e chamaram Billy Shears pra fazer parte da banda , e o apresentaram sem ter que apresentar a morte de Paul. Reparem que nao s&amp;atilde;o parecidos fisicamente , a voz sim , mas mesmo assim reparem nas vozes de revolver em for no one , e depois ou&amp;ccedil;am when i'm 64 e vejam se &amp;eacute; a mesma voz.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na capa do disco "Rubber Soul" os Beatles est&amp;atilde;o olhando para baixo, como se estivessem olhando para uma sepultura que seria de Paul. A m&amp;uacute;sica "In My Life" tem um trecho dizendo: "some are dead and some are living" (alguns est&amp;atilde;o mortos e alguns est&amp;atilde;o vivos). A m&amp;uacute;sica "I'm Looking through You" tem um trecho dizendo: "You don't look different but you have changed, I'm looking through you, you're not the same" (voc&amp;ecirc; n&amp;atilde;o parece diferente mas voc&amp;ecirc; mudou, eu olho atrav&amp;eacute;s de voc&amp;ecirc;, voc&amp;ecirc; n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; mais o mesmo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O OUUUTRO LADO...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1993 Paul McCartney lan&amp;ccedil;ou seu CD solo Paul Is Live fazendo refer&amp;ecirc;ncia ao boato de sua morte, e provando que est&amp;aacute; mais vivo do que nunca. Repare que a foto tamb&amp;eacute;m foi tirada em Abbey Road, e que Paul acertou o passo, cal&amp;ccedil;ou suas botas, segurou a corrente do cachorro com a m&amp;atilde;o esquerda, n&amp;atilde;o h&amp;aacute; mais o carro funer&amp;aacute;rio e na placa do fusca est&amp;aacute; escrito 50IS que &amp;eacute; a idade que Paul estava (IS) quando lan&amp;ccedil;ou o disco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE BLEW HIS MIND OUT IN A CAR...Vamos analisar a partir do Pepper's, quando Paul apareceu com o bigode. Na capa, no encarte, nas letras do Magical Mistery Tour, e da&amp;iacute; em diante, com fortes insinua&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es na capa do Abbey Road, todo mundo ja sabe essa hist&amp;oacute;ria. "I've buried Paul"; "One and one and on is three"; "The Walrus was Paul", bah, tanta coisa... Vou s&amp;oacute; apontar mais um verso muito curioso, de A DAy In The Life, que paul disse ter composto com John a partir da leitura dos jornais:[S&amp;oacute; pra situar: Paul teria batido porque a sinaliza&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o da estrada tinha mudado]&lt;i&gt; "He blew his mind out in a carHe didn't noticed that the lights had changedA crowd of people stood and stare:They'd seen his face before but nobodywas really sure if he was from the house of lords..." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13876507-115920058567078477?l=umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/feeds/115920058567078477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13876507&amp;postID=115920058567078477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/115920058567078477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/115920058567078477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/2006/09/alguo-da-estrada-tinha-mudado-he-blew.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01678724872828405339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13876507.post-115852506787715592</id><published>2006-09-17T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T13:34:41.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bom dia, Espelho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bom dia, Kalu! U&amp;eacute;, resolveu cumprimentar-me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sim, tudo bem contigo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estou exatamente como voc&amp;ecirc;: &amp;Oacute;timo e feliz.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ando t&amp;atilde;o transparente assim? Rs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;At&amp;eacute; parece que n&amp;atilde;o te conhe&amp;ccedil;o. Tenho visto seus sorrisos passando por mim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que bom! Tchau, Espelho. Vou aproveitar esses momentos felizes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hey, volta aqui! Kalu? Ka...lu? Kaa....????&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13876507-115852506787715592?l=umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/feeds/115852506787715592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13876507&amp;postID=115852506787715592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/115852506787715592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/115852506787715592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/2006/09/bom-dia-espelho-bom-dia-kalu-uo.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01678724872828405339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13876507.post-115820097608875783</id><published>2006-09-13T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T19:29:36.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acabei o meu cachecol. No mesmo dia que encerrei um ciclo na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Era VARIG terminou. &lt;br /&gt;Pode parecer exagero, mas o meu cora&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o bateu forte e as l&amp;aacute;grimas vieram &amp;agrave; tona, no momento que, assinei minha carta de demiss&amp;atilde;o.&lt;br /&gt;Quase seis anos. Uma escola. Aprendi muito. Conheci pessoas e culturas que talvez, em outro lugar n&amp;atilde;o tivesse chance de encontr&amp;aacute;-las.&lt;br /&gt;Esvaziar o meu arm&amp;aacute;rio e a minha mesa me deu uma tristeza. Ao mesmo tempo, trouxe-me al&amp;iacute;vio.&lt;br /&gt;Foi a decis&amp;atilde;o certa na hora certa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;oacute;s precisamos de grandes decis&amp;otilde;es para grandes mudan&amp;ccedil;as.&lt;br /&gt;Parece papo de auto ajuda, mas &amp;eacute; o que acho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&amp;aacute; vou eu para o desconhecido. Dessa vez, sem medo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13876507-115820097608875783?l=umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/feeds/115820097608875783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13876507&amp;postID=115820097608875783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/115820097608875783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/115820097608875783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/2006/09/acabei-o-meu-cachecol.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01678724872828405339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13876507.post-115794357219126659</id><published>2006-09-10T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T19:59:32.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Is it getting better?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13876507-115794357219126659?l=umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/feeds/115794357219126659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13876507&amp;postID=115794357219126659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/115794357219126659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/115794357219126659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/2006/09/is-it-getting-better-oh-yeah-honey.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01678724872828405339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13876507.post-115785728953927661</id><published>2006-09-09T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T21:46:29.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acordei com a vontade de olhar-me no espelho.&lt;br /&gt;Olhei. Olhei. Olhei.&lt;br /&gt;Eu n&amp;atilde;o procurava espinhas. Nem verificava se a pele continuava ressecada por causa do frio.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, por que diabos, fui ao encontro do espelho, ent&amp;atilde;o?&lt;br /&gt;Passei a m&amp;atilde;o novamente no rosto. Observei meu olhar. N&amp;atilde;o sorri para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Tive a sensa&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o de olhar uma estranha.&lt;br /&gt;Sa&amp;iacute; dali assustada.&lt;br /&gt;Passei a manh&amp;atilde; com medo de voltar e ver que a estranha continuava ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela n&amp;atilde;o sorriu pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;Estranha, apresente-se.&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/13876507-115785728953927661?l=umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/feeds/115785728953927661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13876507&amp;postID=115785728953927661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/115785728953927661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/115785728953927661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/2006/09/acordei-com-vontade-de-olhar-me-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01678724872828405339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13876507.post-115766940191742759</id><published>2006-09-07T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T21:07:22.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acordar meio dia. Computador. Passear pelos canais de TV. Dar uma olhada no jornal. Ficar jogada na cama ouvindo m&amp;uacute;sica e pensando sobre o nada. Comer. Tomar banho. Colocar o mesmo pijama e dormir depois das duas da manh&amp;atilde;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&amp;aacute; um m&amp;ecirc;s atr&amp;aacute;s, eu implorava por dias assim. &lt;br /&gt;Agora, eu quero minha vida de volta.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de brincar de vegetar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13876507-115766940191742759?l=umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/feeds/115766940191742759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13876507&amp;postID=115766940191742759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/115766940191742759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/115766940191742759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/2006/09/acordar-meio-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01678724872828405339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13876507.post-115730482688927786</id><published>2006-09-03T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T11:01:59.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A brincadeira &amp;eacute; assim: eu falo 6 coisas quaisquer a meu respeito e pe&amp;ccedil;o aqui para que 6 pessoas fa&amp;ccedil;am o mesmo em seus blogs. &lt;br /&gt;A&lt;font color="#800000"&gt; &lt;a href="http://fernandaseiffert.weblogger.com.br" title="F&amp;ecirc; " target="_blank"&gt;F&amp;ecirc;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt; jogou a batata quente na minha m&amp;atilde;o e eu demorei tanto pra responder que j&amp;aacute; ganhei outra batata da &lt;font color="#800000"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my_eyes.blogger.com.br" title="Tati" target="_blank"&gt;Tati&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;e como eu n&amp;atilde;o quero morrer com esse tro&amp;ccedil;o na m&amp;atilde;o, eu uso isso como desculpa pra atualizar esse blog perdido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Acredito fielmente que minha cachorra &amp;eacute; gente e me entende. Passamos horas conversando e vendo filmes de suspense que ela adora. &amp;Eacute; a minha melhor amiga e sou capaz de n&amp;atilde;o fazer algo pra ficar com ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tenho fixa&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o por cantoras-pianistas. Segundo o &lt;font color="#800000"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lixomania.zip.net" title="Klein" target="_blank"&gt; Klein &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, o meu sonho &amp;eacute; cantar em cima de piano com um vestido vermelho fazendo caras e bocas. Um dia conto a ele que prefiro um jeans e cara de psicopata que nem a Tori Amos e a Fiona Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Acredito em outras vidas e carmas. Sou esp&amp;iacute;rita e alguns ignorantes acham que isso &amp;eacute; ser macumbeira. Cansei de discutir e explicar as diferen&amp;ccedil;as. N&amp;atilde;o tenho preconceito contra outras religi&amp;otilde;es. Como curiosa, fui a tudo quanto era canto, antes de adotar uma pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. N&amp;atilde;o sei viver sem o meu pai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. N&amp;atilde;o sou determinada. Sou acomodada e n&amp;atilde;o fa&amp;ccedil;o nada pra mudar. Ao menos, tenho consci&amp;ecirc;ncia disso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Deixe-me sem caf&amp;eacute; e eu me torno a pior pessoa da face da Terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ufa. Sobrevivi.&lt;br /&gt;Pr&amp;oacute;ximos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;&lt;a href="http://encorevivant.blogspot.com" title="Leide" target="_blank"&gt;Leide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.masili.com.br/3minutos/blog.html" title="Masili" target="_blank"&gt;Masili&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nasasasdaspalavras.blogspot.com/" title="Marie" target="_blank"&gt;Marie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oquartodajulia.blogspot.com/" title="Julia" target="_blank"&gt;Julia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://metamundo.spaces.live.com/" title="La&amp;iacute;s" target="_blank"&gt;La&amp;iacute;s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dedosdigitam.blogspot.com/" title="Karina" target="_blank"&gt;Karina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&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/13876507-115730482688927786?l=umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/feeds/115730482688927786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13876507&amp;postID=115730482688927786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/115730482688927786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/115730482688927786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/2006/09/brincadeira-s-karina.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01678724872828405339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13876507.post-115645816539362325</id><published>2006-08-24T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T15:22:45.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A mo&amp;ccedil;a est&amp;aacute; sentada. O mo&amp;ccedil;o amado &lt;br /&gt;Pra uma contradan&amp;ccedil;a vai tir&amp;aacute;-la&lt;br /&gt;- Dai me a honra? - Pois n&amp;atilde;o! - E pela sala&lt;br /&gt;Ei-los a passear de bra&amp;ccedil;o dado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De amor quanto protesto alambicado&lt;br /&gt;Daqueles meigos cora&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es se exala&lt;br /&gt;'T&amp;eacute; que as palmas batendo o mestre-sala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come&amp;ccedil;a a dan&amp;ccedil;a. A m&amp;atilde;o do mo&amp;ccedil;o esperta&lt;br /&gt;Bole, mexe, comprime, apalpa, aperta&lt;br /&gt;Durante uns turbulentos balanc&amp;ecirc;s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E uma senhora que n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; crian&amp;ccedil;a,&lt;br /&gt;Sentada a um canto, observa que na dan&amp;ccedil;a,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, trabalham mais as m&amp;atilde;os do que os p&amp;eacute;s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Uma Observa&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o" - Artur de Azevedo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13876507-115645816539362325?l=umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/feeds/115645816539362325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13876507&amp;postID=115645816539362325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/115645816539362325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13876507/posts/default/115645816539362325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umaperfeitaimperfeita.blogspot.com/2006/08/moo-artur-de-azevedo.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01678724872828405339'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>