<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398313746058476497</id><updated>2011-12-07T01:54:52.991+01:00</updated><category term='feminino'/><category term='nius'/><category term='espelho meu'/><category term='panelinha'/><category term='películas'/><category term='batatalândia'/><category term='bailes da vida'/><category term='vitrola'/><category term='iloveyoutube'/><category term='acabando com tico e teco'/><category term='moda'/><category term='Frankfurt'/><category term='blogosfera'/><category term='eu cidadão'/><category term='fau'/><title type='text'>Estórias Daqui</title><subtitle type='html'>Causos de uma brasileira vivendo em Frankfurt, Alemanha.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ChantMaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025905568766695824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TLiD3tjtc4I/AAAAAAAAABk/B9YWi2WpZ84/S220/chantpicture.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398313746058476497.post-1664571112341309121</id><published>2011-03-12T22:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T22:23:39.842+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='batatalândia'/><title type='text'>Ladenburg</title><content type='html'>Sabendo que a temperatura seria camarada e que teríamos um lindo dia de primavera, fizemos um de nossos programas preferidos: pequenas excurssões em cidadezinhas nas redondezas. A escolhida de hoje foi Ladenburg, fundada em 98 d.C., que &lt;a href="http://nutriane.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rô&lt;/a&gt; havia recomendado. Dá só uma olhada:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bem-vindos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-j2w07k94tuY/TXvViqOaLYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nhH2eQVW0Wc/s1600/IMG_3188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-j2w07k94tuY/TXvViqOaLYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nhH2eQVW0Wc/s400/IMG_3188.JPG" width="400" /&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="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Hn8mYv3cdzA/TXvVarpcomI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4ZKGFS_UP1U/s1600/IMG_3162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Hn8mYv3cdzA/TXvVarpcomI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4ZKGFS_UP1U/s400/IMG_3162.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HjcrlBLuUXA/TXvU2McfvqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/iT8aYW3Swwk/s1600/IMG_3133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HjcrlBLuUXA/TXvU2McfvqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/iT8aYW3Swwk/s400/IMG_3133.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A pintura indica a profissão de quem morou na casa e em que ano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IjuvkYL7geQ/TXvUckVFRaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TCqkUf5fVOo/s1600/IMG_3113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" 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height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOnKT1vMamc/TXvVQwoRZ9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ui97igIjMA0/s400/IMG_3148.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WNsYTe1m0Ww/TXvVQNPpQGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/u6iMt-SM7WI/s1600/IMG_3149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WNsYTe1m0Ww/TXvVQNPpQGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/u6iMt-SM7WI/s400/IMG_3149.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E pra quem fuma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ct6SQ1y7zdI/TXvVCwY9unI/AAAAAAAAAEk/RE_beIQvAfw/s1600/IMG_3146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ct6SQ1y7zdI/TXvVCwY9unI/AAAAAAAAAEk/RE_beIQvAfw/s400/IMG_3146.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas o que me impressionou nessa construção foi o quão estreita ela é. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EoN6yslivR0/TXvVABk7y4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/QTlwKYswjnM/s1600/IMG_3147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EoN6yslivR0/TXvVABk7y4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/QTlwKYswjnM/s400/IMG_3147.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Às vezes a informação não é sobre a profissão, mas sobre a origem e o trágico destino que a pessoa teve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Zmn1GHpDSM8/TXvV6yKIdSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CK6-q95PtfY/s1600/IMG_3289.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Zmn1GHpDSM8/TXvV6yKIdSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CK6-q95PtfY/s400/IMG_3289.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_l8_xFK7vgg/TXvUmlJw6CI/AAAAAAAAAEA/IaMnP8oXyXs/s1600/IMG_3115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muitas esculturas em metal e bronze...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-fFSorkEgqBg/TXvUTjuM5KI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5CpcuuFz9Js/s400/IMG_3111.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bNqn9cbZZkU/TXvWMq0g9PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sLQ7HrvZAD4/s1600/IMG_3311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bNqn9cbZZkU/TXvWMq0g9PI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sLQ7HrvZAD4/s400/IMG_3311.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-aGVhwQ2hSMI/TXvWNcgXnBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LZadDO_hL3Y/s1600/IMG_3316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-aGVhwQ2hSMI/TXvWNcgXnBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LZadDO_hL3Y/s400/IMG_3316.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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;br /&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;As janelas abrem para fora e olha só onde elas são fixadas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-esvVs5gEhaw/TXvUzKF62KI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/25sk-UDUZzI/s1600/IMG_3139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-esvVs5gEhaw/TXvUzKF62KI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/25sk-UDUZzI/s400/IMG_3139.JPG" width="400" /&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="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oR7ltfBtA_0/TXvU4z6k9tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-5hCD3O61VU/s1600/IMG_3141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oR7ltfBtA_0/TXvU4z6k9tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/-5hCD3O61VU/s400/IMG_3141.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ups...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cDHIotepO54/TXvWND8_2fI/AAAAAAAAAFk/sqyoGAwtzos/s1600/IMG_3315.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cDHIotepO54/TXvWND8_2fI/AAAAAAAAAFk/sqyoGAwtzos/s400/IMG_3315.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aí a fome chegou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_l8_xFK7vgg/TXvUmlJw6CI/AAAAAAAAAEA/IaMnP8oXyXs/s1600/IMG_3115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_l8_xFK7vgg/TXvUmlJw6CI/AAAAAAAAAEA/IaMnP8oXyXs/s400/IMG_3115.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flammkuchen com salmão e espinafre...hmmmmm&lt;/div&gt;&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="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-g1NffvKZ1Fw/TXvVwo_lTZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/L29aNzNKjJw/s1600/IMG_3297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-g1NffvKZ1Fw/TXvVwo_lTZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/L29aNzNKjJw/s400/IMG_3297.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com presunto, parmesão e rúcula....hmmmmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8pz-HyXv24M/TXvWAtI8n_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/gpzRAz9Sn7s/s1600/IMG_3298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-8pz-HyXv24M/TXvWAtI8n_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/gpzRAz9Sn7s/s400/IMG_3298.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eles também estavam com fome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Q3wk--AVQu4/TXvV5F2p2uI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Pq7N3_p8VT4/s1600/IMG_3243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Q3wk--AVQu4/TXvV5F2p2uI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Pq7N3_p8VT4/s1600/IMG_3243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Q3wk--AVQu4/TXvV5F2p2uI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Pq7N3_p8VT4/s400/IMG_3243.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quanta beleza!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Q3wk--AVQu4/TXvV5F2p2uI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Pq7N3_p8VT4/s1600/IMG_3243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-z26F-jnwHDk/TXvVhECuTiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/M5lVg1wV-5w/s1600/IMG_3206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-z26F-jnwHDk/TXvVhECuTiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/M5lVg1wV-5w/s400/IMG_3206.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Q3wk--AVQu4/TXvV5F2p2uI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Pq7N3_p8VT4/s1600/IMG_3243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 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href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/2011/03/ladenburg.html' title='Ladenburg'/><author><name>ChantMaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025905568766695824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TLiD3tjtc4I/AAAAAAAAABk/B9YWi2WpZ84/S220/chantpicture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-j2w07k94tuY/TXvViqOaLYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nhH2eQVW0Wc/s72-c/IMG_3188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398313746058476497.post-7783507351064428443</id><published>2010-10-26T16:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T16:31:49.254+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panelinha'/><title type='text'>O Primo do Pão Doce</title><content type='html'>Achei o dito cujo no Rewe e foi amor à primeira mordida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5trkWX6Zo3qXmB8EKC-Wu5rmQcSfXBSB_Zru9W28DKY?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img height="266" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TMbj-L0Zf7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/9tyf2n7xThQ/s400/IMG_1930.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Q82MGrlgy39q0agE1XB7sJrmQcSfXBSB_Zru9W28DKY?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img height="266" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TMbj-cRrXHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/WkpwbfUJdFk/s400/IMG_1931.JPG" width="400" /&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/1398313746058476497-7783507351064428443?l=estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TLiD3tjtc4I/AAAAAAAAABk/B9YWi2WpZ84/S220/chantpicture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TMbj-L0Zf7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/9tyf2n7xThQ/s72-c/IMG_1930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398313746058476497.post-1746966468837368245</id><published>2010-10-21T22:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T22:58:14.767+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frankfurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panelinha'/><title type='text'>Delícias Portuguesas</title><content type='html'>Hoje &lt;a href="http://frauglaeser.blogspot.com/"&gt;Camila&lt;/a&gt; me levou pra conhecer uma padaria portuguesa aqui em Frankfurt. Uma delícia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pastel de Nata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mariachantal/5102348899/" title="IMG_1888 by mariachantal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1888" height="333" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4113/5102348899_e8a27ffc3a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bolinho de Bacalhau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mariachantal/5102349853/" title="IMG_1886 by mariachantal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1886" height="333" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4129/5102349853_4ba1d9fdf2.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doçuras-sem-fim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mariachantal/5102946668/" title="IMG_1899 by mariachantal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1899" height="333" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4092/5102946668_ba66e8dcda.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mariachantal/5102951812/" title="IMG_1903 by mariachantal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1903" height="333" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1242/5102951812_b677747828.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mariachantal/5102954248/" title="IMG_1902 by mariachantal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1902" height="333" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1148/5102954248_d4653b9637.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Salgados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mariachantal/5102952904/" title="IMG_1904 by mariachantal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1904" height="333" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1047/5102952904_c338e0567e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E se quiser levar pra casa, vai tudo embalado numa caixinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mariachantal/5102361153/" title="IMG_1906 by mariachantal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1906" height="333" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1361/5102361153_9106889395.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mariachantal/5102356619/" title="IMG_1905 by mariachantal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1905" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1141/5102356619_1b773ff6a9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Triftstr. 10 (Niederrad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;60528 Frankfurt am Main&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;069 67739101&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mariachantal/5102356619/" title="IMG_1905 by mariachantal, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398313746058476497-1746966468837368245?l=estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1746966468837368245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398313746058476497&amp;postID=1746966468837368245&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/1746966468837368245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/1746966468837368245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/2010/10/delicias-portuguesas.html' title='Delícias Portuguesas'/><author><name>ChantMaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025905568766695824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TLiD3tjtc4I/AAAAAAAAABk/B9YWi2WpZ84/S220/chantpicture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4113/5102348899_e8a27ffc3a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398313746058476497.post-5864419785187379238</id><published>2010-10-19T21:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T22:11:03.635+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='películas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda'/><title type='text'>O Cinema se rende à Chanel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Minha curiosidade por saber mais da vida de Gabrielle Chanel começou com toda essa vibe de filmes sobre o mundo da moda. Então lá fui eu ao cinema assistir "&lt;i&gt;Coco avant Chanel&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O filme narra a trajetória de Gabrielle, de menina pobre à grande criadora e dona de um império. Interpretada por Audrey Tautou, a &lt;i&gt;Coco&lt;/i&gt; que vemos é doce, ousada e alguém que aprendeu bem rápido a ter as rédeas da própria vida. Além da personalidade de Chanel, o filme fascina por mostrar como ela mudou a moda, como criou peças que se tornaram clássicos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EtM8EBW8mrw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EtM8EBW8mrw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em "&lt;i&gt;Coco Chanel &amp;amp; Igor Stravinsky&lt;/i&gt;" a história se concentra no suposto romance que ela teve com o compositor. No filme Gabrielle já é Coco Chanel. Além do talento e da ousadia, a Chanel de Jan Counen (diretor) é também uma mulher de negócios de pulso forte, algumas vezes até arrogante. Interpretada por Anna Mouglalis, ela é uma mulher de luto (já que seu amado "&lt;i&gt;Boy&lt;/i&gt;" havia morrido num grave acidente de carro - fato que só vemos no primeiro filme, "&lt;i&gt;Coco avant Chanel&lt;/i&gt;"), que fica fascinada com a ousadia de uma obra de Stravinsky, e anos depois, se aproxima do compositor, iniciando assim um romance tórrido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Embora as criações de Chanel não sejam o foco da história, elas estão presentes no branco e preto da decoração de sua casa, obviamente em suas roupas, mas principalmente na criação de seu perfume, o Chanel N°5 (adorei essa parte).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K1K0G9_SmT0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K1K0G9_SmT0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O filme tem poucos diálogos, uma câmera que flutua, imagens lindíssimas. Na minha opinião, um grande filme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para os que não assitiram, recomendo que vejam primeiro "&lt;i&gt;Coco avec Chanel&lt;/i&gt;" com Audrey Tautou e depois "&lt;i&gt;Coco Chanel &amp;amp; Igor Stravinsky&lt;/i&gt;", já que o segundo, como comentei antes, já apresenta Chanel como grande criadora e não mostra todo seu percurso até lá, o que pra mim é uma das coisas mais fascinantes nessa mulher, tão determinada, tão ousada, tão à frente de seu tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não posso deixar de dizer que a música, principalmente no segundo filme, é belíssima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Divirtam-se e inspirem-se ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"&gt;PS: Os filmes não estão mais em cartaz, pelo menos aqui na Alemanha. Mas "&lt;i&gt;Coco avec Chanel&lt;/i&gt;" já está disponível em dvd e "&lt;i&gt;Chanel &amp;amp; Igor&lt;/i&gt;" pode ser visto no iTunes (o dvd chega na próxima semana nas lojas). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398313746058476497-5864419785187379238?l=estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5864419785187379238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398313746058476497&amp;postID=5864419785187379238&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/5864419785187379238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/5864419785187379238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-cinema-se-rende-chanel.html' title='O Cinema se rende à Chanel'/><author><name>ChantMaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025905568766695824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TLiD3tjtc4I/AAAAAAAAABk/B9YWi2WpZ84/S220/chantpicture.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398313746058476497.post-555898288462412797</id><published>2010-10-16T01:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T01:34:18.198+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vitrola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panelinha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='batatalândia'/><title type='text'>Resumo da Ópera</title><content type='html'>E depois de um longo verão, estou de volta. O primeiro semestre deste ano foi definitivamente todo dedicado ao meu trabalho de conclusão de curso. A boa nova é que passei! Meu documentário porém ainda não está do jeito que quero. Irei com certeza mudar algumas coisas. Muito bom mesmo foi ver uma das minhas protagonistas emocionada ao ver sua história em um filme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de toda correria com a uni, tive que me preparar para meu estágio em um canal de tv alemão chamado &lt;a href="http://www.dw-world.de/"&gt;Deutsche Welle&lt;/a&gt; (DW). Eles trasmitem notícias da Alemanha no exterior. O estágio foi, como meu anterior, na área de edição de vídeos para notícias. O tempo foi muito curto, mas aprendi coisas novas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando voltei, gravei mais 4 vídeos, todos projetos bem distintos, um deles, um casório : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4110/5084874168_7a1d82fc43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4110/5084874168_7a1d82fc43.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como não só de trabalho vive o homem...fui pro show da minha diva Concha Buika!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4126/5084945908_e0277513cd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4126/5084945908_e0277513cd.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha gente, Concha é incrível! Foi lindo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4104/5084339971_791a4bb930.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4104/5084339971_791a4bb930.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por conta do estágio na DW, finalmente conheci Berlin : )&amp;nbsp; Foi bem bacana ver o Brandenburger Tor e o Reichstag. Queria muito ver a exposição de Frida Kalo que tava rolando por lá, mas com uma média de espera de 5 horas na fila, desisti : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4126/5084971128_ede1867a05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4126/5084971128_ede1867a05.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pra terminar, fotos fresquinhas de uma recente ida (com &lt;a href="http://nutriane.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rô-queridoca&lt;/a&gt;) ao meu Africano preferido em Frankfurt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/5084534365_b77d076e30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/5084534365_b77d076e30.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse foi nosso prato, para 4 pessoas. Ele é composto de pequenas porções de vários pratos etíopes. Todo esse colorido são carnes, legumes e saladas. A parte bege é uma espécie de panqueca. Você pode usar talheres, mas nós preferimos comer como os etíopes: com as mãos : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4149/5085130522_6a41509d38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4149/5085130522_6a41509d38.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aí é onde entra o acompanhamento do prato: uma porção extra das panquecas. Você rasga um pedacinho da panqueca e o utiliza para envolver o que você quer comer; aí é só levar à boca : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra completar, cerveja nigeriana na cuia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4144/5085129672_c259df00bf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4144/5085129672_c259df00bf.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até breve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4130/5085129364_ba29a6ffcb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4130/5085129364_ba29a6ffcb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Ópera'/><author><name>ChantMaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025905568766695824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TLiD3tjtc4I/AAAAAAAAABk/B9YWi2WpZ84/S220/chantpicture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4110/5084874168_7a1d82fc43_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398313746058476497.post-3714851512030108402</id><published>2010-04-09T20:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T20:54:25.510+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cidadão'/><title type='text'>Que vergonha!</title><content type='html'>Estou sem-tempo-da-silva-sauro, mas não podia deixar de compartilhar com vocês estes links que Rô me enviou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.correiodobrasil.com.br/noticia.asp?c=165839"&gt;Fiscalização   multa rede de lojas Marisa por trabalho escravo&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.correiodobrasil.com.br/noticia.asp?c=165839" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporterbrasil.org.br/exibe.php?id=1714"&gt;Escravidão é  flagrada em oficina de costura ligada à Marisa&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporterbrasil.org.br/exibe.php?id=1714" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporterbrasil.org.br/clipping.php?id=1060"&gt;Deputada  Janete sugere boicote à marca Marisa, denunciada por trabalho escravo&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporterbrasil.org.br/clipping.php?id=1060" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398313746058476497-3714851512030108402?l=estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3714851512030108402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398313746058476497&amp;postID=3714851512030108402&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/3714851512030108402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/3714851512030108402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/2010/04/que-vergonha.html' title='Que vergonha!'/><author><name>ChantMaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025905568766695824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TLiD3tjtc4I/AAAAAAAAABk/B9YWi2WpZ84/S220/chantpicture.png'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398313746058476497.post-8070816427507094643</id><published>2010-03-14T16:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:34:13.084+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu cidadão'/><title type='text'>Qual a origem da sua roupa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ontem assisti um documentário excelente chamado Made in L.A ou Hecho en Los Angeles. O filme conta a história de 3 latinas que vivem em Los Angeles e lutam por direitos trabalhistas. Como a maioria dos latinos que migram para os EUA, essas mulheres são exploradas, trabalhando praticamente como mão de obra escrava para a indústria da moda. O esquema funciona da seguinte maneira: a grande grife contrata um fornecedor (e paga pouquíssimo), este por sua vez contrata fábricas, que contratam as costureiras. Segundo uma das mulheres, a fábrica determina: "te pago x". E por necessidade, elas aceitam. Elas trabalham mais de 8 horas por dia, fins de semana, sem nenhum vínculo empregatício, sem receber horas extras, seguro saúde,&amp;nbsp; aposentadoria, férias pagas, nada. Em outro depoimento, uma costureira diz: "essa camiseta custa na loja 13 dólares e eles me pagaram 19 centavos para produzi-la". As protagonistas se unem à uma organização não-governamental e começam a lutar por seus direitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Made in L.A. Trailer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nr1ABz65hXI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nr1ABz65hXI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou contar o resto do filme, óbvio. Só digo que vale muito a pena ver porque ele abre espaço para uma série de reflexões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de ver o filme fiquei pensando nas minhas roupas, principalmente naquelas incrivelmente baratas. É revoltante ver que os donos das marcas constroem sua riqueza às custas da exploração de pessoas tão pobres, e vergonhoso para mim em saber que também contribuo para isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Muitas marcas já foram denunciadas. Algumas criaram um "código de conduta", com uma série de normas éticas para a produção de suas roupas, que elas exigem de seus fornecedores. Segundo instituições que lutam pelo fim da exploração de trabalhadores em países pobres, estas normas são apenas uma máscara; as organizações não levam isso a sério e nenhuma fiscalização rígida ou controle são feitos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Report Mainz - H&amp;amp;M Produktion (sorry, só em alemão)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1KKtVCrYF54&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1KKtVCrYF54&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não podemos dizer que só as marcas baratas são suspeitas. Vai lá no seu guarda roupa e dá uma olhada na etiqueta daquelas, pelas quais você pagou um pouquinho mais. Elas também são produzidas em países pobres e infelizmente, nós consumidores,&amp;nbsp; dificilmente temos como saber em que condições foram produzidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já faz um tempo, vi na tv uma reportagem sobre trabalhadores de uma fábrica de Jeans na Turquia. Eram só homens e uma boa parte estava com uma doença que eles adquiriram durante a produção dos tais jeans desbotados (na linguagem fashion, &lt;i&gt;used look&lt;/i&gt;). A doença é no pulmão e não tem cura. Alguns já haviam morrido. O esquema dessa fábrica era igual ao das latinas do documentário. Ninguém queria assumir a responsabilidade pela saúde dos trabalhadores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei a matéria no Youtube! (com narração em Espanhol e legendas em inglês)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzT3ddf4pPI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzT3ddf4pPI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aí ficou a pergunta: o que nós consumidores podemos fazer? Tem como saber quem são as empresas que jogam menos sujo? O que vocês fazem? Vocês se importam com isso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atualizando: &lt;a href="http://www.cleanclothes.org/"&gt;Clean Clothes Campaign&lt;/a&gt; ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398313746058476497-8070816427507094643?l=estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8070816427507094643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398313746058476497&amp;postID=8070816427507094643&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/8070816427507094643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/8070816427507094643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/2010/03/qual-origem-da-sua-roupa.html' title='Qual a origem da sua roupa?'/><author><name>ChantMaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025905568766695824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TLiD3tjtc4I/AAAAAAAAABk/B9YWi2WpZ84/S220/chantpicture.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398313746058476497.post-1801686790344245261</id><published>2010-03-10T21:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:58:53.096+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vitrola'/><title type='text'>Reflexu's</title><content type='html'>Que saudade! Olha o que achei no Youtube! Gente do céu, eu amava a Banda Reflexu's! Para mim eles foram uma das melhores bandas da Bahia, com músicas lindas e uma cantora espetacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De volta a 1988...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9NFCx4fcDOg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9NFCx4fcDOg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398313746058476497-1801686790344245261?l=estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1801686790344245261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398313746058476497&amp;postID=1801686790344245261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/1801686790344245261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/1801686790344245261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/2010/03/reflexus.html' title='Reflexu&apos;s'/><author><name>ChantMaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025905568766695824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TLiD3tjtc4I/AAAAAAAAABk/B9YWi2WpZ84/S220/chantpicture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398313746058476497.post-7789797665610752479</id><published>2010-02-28T15:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T15:38:59.532+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nius'/><title type='text'>Planeta Bizarro e o Uropa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E então, essa coisa de notícias (reportagens) às vezes é bem bizarra mesmo...hehehehhe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tava aqui navegando quando li no site da Globo: &lt;a href="http://g1.globo.com/Noticias/PlanetaBizarro/0,,MUL1509085-6091,00-CABELEIREIRAS+TURCAS+HERDAM+R+MILHOES+DE+TIO+DESCONHECIDO+DOS+EUA.html"&gt;Irmãs turcas herdam de tio desconhecido dos EUA US$ 75 mi&lt;/a&gt;. Não resisti e cliquei porque fiquei interessada na história. Qual não foi minha surpresa ao ler já no começo da matéria que as três mulheres moram em Darmstadt, uma cidade aqui bem perto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chamei a atenção do marido e continuei lendo em voz alta, até que chegou a hora de dizer o nome do tal parente ricaço:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A história começa há cerca de 100 anos, quando &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uropa Mehmet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;, crítico ao regime do sultão..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aí marido teve uma crise de riso. Explico: o pessoal do G1 pegou a matéria de um jornal alemão, mas não sei como é o processo de tradução (se eles mesmo fazem ou pagam), só sei que &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uropa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; em Alemão significa bisavô e não é nome do tal parente milionário...rsrsrsrs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não há como não rir, a matéria ficou hilária (vejam no link acima)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não me perguntem de onde eles tiraram o &lt;i&gt;"tio"&lt;/i&gt;, porque no texto original além de &lt;i&gt;"bisavô"&lt;/i&gt;, se fala de &lt;i&gt;"netas"&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.bild.de/BILD/news/2010/02/28/friseusen-aus-darmstadt/erben-75-mio-dollar-und-oelfeld.html"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt;, a matéria em alemão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4030/4394364517_79aa3867fd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4030/4394364517_79aa3867fd.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Foto: Reprodução/Bild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398313746058476497-7789797665610752479?l=estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/7789797665610752479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398313746058476497&amp;postID=7789797665610752479&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/7789797665610752479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/7789797665610752479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/2010/02/planeta-bizarro-e-o-uropa.html' title='Planeta Bizarro e o Uropa'/><author><name>ChantMaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025905568766695824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TLiD3tjtc4I/AAAAAAAAABk/B9YWi2WpZ84/S220/chantpicture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4030/4394364517_79aa3867fd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398313746058476497.post-6672031797401062335</id><published>2010-02-25T22:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T22:11:16.079+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vitrola'/><title type='text'>Sabe aquelas músicas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;que você nunca enjoa? Essa é uma delas. Uma das minhas preferidas de todos os tempos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aumente o volume, vale muito a pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mpqdLqYYpoY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mpqdLqYYpoY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398313746058476497-6672031797401062335?l=estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6672031797401062335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398313746058476497&amp;postID=6672031797401062335&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/6672031797401062335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/6672031797401062335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/2010/02/sabe-aquelas-musicas.html' title='Sabe aquelas músicas...'/><author><name>ChantMaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025905568766695824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TLiD3tjtc4I/AAAAAAAAABk/B9YWi2WpZ84/S220/chantpicture.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398313746058476497.post-4095922893992684827</id><published>2010-02-22T23:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T23:37:20.681+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='películas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acabando com tico e teco'/><title type='text'>Por onde ando e o que ando aprontando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gisley perguntou, então deixa eu contar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Andei batendo perna por aí, por isso a distância do blog. Terça passada fiz um bate e volta na França, olha que fina? Pois é, fui lá pra conhecer uma blogueira &lt;a href="http://cissa.eu/"&gt;arretada&lt;/a&gt; e aproveitei para entrevistá-la. Sim meu bem. É que a contadora de histórias aqui, está preparando um documentário sobre a integração das brasileiras na Alemanha. O filme é meu trabalho de conclusão de curso na Uni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando voltei da França, recarreguei as baterias e lá fui eu pra Darmstadt, entrevistar outra brasileira.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adoro esse tipo de trabalho, porque ouvir as histórias de vida das pessoas é como mergulhar num novo universo. Adoro mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por causa do trabalho, assistir documentários é o exercício da vez. Já publiquei aqui o Daughter from Danang, que vocês podem assistir na íntegra no Youtube. Esse é um dos meus favoritos. Outro que entrou na lista semana passada foi Born into Brothels. Neste filme, tudo começa quando uma fotógrafa, Zana Briski, que foi para Calcutá documentar a vida de prostitutas em bordéis, entra em contato com os filhos dessas mulheres e resolve dar aulas de fotografia para as crianças. Através desse trabalho ela percebe não só os talentos mas também a falta de perspectiva que eles têm. A partir daí começa uma verdadeira luta....ah, mas não vou contar não! Vocês têm que assitir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8niql0q3i6c&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8niql0q3i6c&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398313746058476497-4095922893992684827?l=estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/4095922893992684827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398313746058476497&amp;postID=4095922893992684827&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/4095922893992684827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/4095922893992684827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/2010/02/por-onde-ando-e-o-que-ando-aprontando.html' title='Por onde ando e o que ando aprontando'/><author><name>ChantMaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025905568766695824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TLiD3tjtc4I/AAAAAAAAABk/B9YWi2WpZ84/S220/chantpicture.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398313746058476497.post-2964337208314467024</id><published>2010-02-09T13:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:54:29.491+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iloveyoutube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fau'/><title type='text'>Trabalho de Faculdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu deveria estar fazendo o meu, mas não resisti e resolvi compartilhar com vocês esse causo de Chico sobre um trabalho de faculdade dele.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LPYD4YhsIqo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LPYD4YhsIqo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398313746058476497-2964337208314467024?l=estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/2964337208314467024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398313746058476497&amp;postID=2964337208314467024&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/2964337208314467024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/2964337208314467024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/2010/02/trabalho-de-faculdade.html' title='Trabalho de Faculdade'/><author><name>ChantMaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025905568766695824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TLiD3tjtc4I/AAAAAAAAABk/B9YWi2WpZ84/S220/chantpicture.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398313746058476497.post-6290939371178203277</id><published>2010-02-09T13:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:20:05.240+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='batatalândia'/><title type='text'>Ninguém merece!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sinto muito, mas ainda prefiro mil vezes um calor daqueles a esse frio-sem-fim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2709/4342731031_a9a7dc9892_o.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2709/4342731031_a9a7dc9892_o.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&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/1398313746058476497-6290939371178203277?l=estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/6290939371178203277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398313746058476497&amp;postID=6290939371178203277&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/6290939371178203277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/6290939371178203277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/2010/02/ninguem-merece.html' title='Ninguém merece!'/><author><name>ChantMaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025905568766695824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TLiD3tjtc4I/AAAAAAAAABk/B9YWi2WpZ84/S220/chantpicture.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398313746058476497.post-5048079253824848863</id><published>2010-02-08T11:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T11:48:07.045+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='espelho meu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogosfera'/><title type='text'>Diluir-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isso é o que diz minha canção preferida de &lt;i&gt;Khrishna Das&lt;/i&gt; no CD &lt;i&gt;Live on Earth&lt;/i&gt;. Quando ouvi &lt;i&gt;Samadhi Sita Ram&lt;/i&gt; pela primeira vez, senti uma paz imensa. Como diz a música, me sentia diluida num rio, fluindo suavemente. Certamente porque ela tem o dom de me desligar do mundo, de me levar até mim, sem julgamentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto muito de meditar e de fazer exercícios de respiração. Me faz um bem incrível. Fazia tempo que tinha parado para isso, mas dias difíceis bateram na minha porta e lembrei dessa fonte de energia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A mudança do template do blog tem tudo a ver com isso, com o que ando desejando pra minha vida agora: as cores representando minha &lt;i&gt;latinidad&lt;/i&gt;, pra não esquecer minhas origens e não perdê-las, e o tom pastel representando o equilíbrio, o desejo de voltar sempre pro &lt;i&gt;eixo&lt;/i&gt; apesar dos pesares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Namastê!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O Deus que está em mim, saúda o Deus que está em você!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3063/2575653325_7dc490ea72.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3063/2575653325_7dc490ea72.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;agoa do Jacaré - João Pessoa PB - 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398313746058476497-5048079253824848863?l=estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5048079253824848863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398313746058476497&amp;postID=5048079253824848863&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/5048079253824848863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/5048079253824848863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/2010/02/diluir-se.html' title='Diluir-se'/><author><name>ChantMaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025905568766695824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TLiD3tjtc4I/AAAAAAAAABk/B9YWi2WpZ84/S220/chantpicture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3063/2575653325_7dc490ea72_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398313746058476497.post-5867805005215333847</id><published>2010-02-08T00:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T00:09:13.748+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogosfera'/><title type='text'>Cara nova</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bloguinho de cara nova : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amanhã volto pra contar mais causos e visitar os amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Namastê!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398313746058476497-5867805005215333847?l=estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5867805005215333847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398313746058476497&amp;postID=5867805005215333847&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/5867805005215333847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/5867805005215333847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/2010/02/cara-nova.html' title='Cara nova'/><author><name>ChantMaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025905568766695824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TLiD3tjtc4I/AAAAAAAAABk/B9YWi2WpZ84/S220/chantpicture.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398313746058476497.post-1859278533015475625</id><published>2010-01-30T10:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T10:47:02.644+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='espelho meu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='películas'/><title type='text'>Daughter from Danang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Depois de semanas de muito stress e frio, uma maré mais branda cai sobre mim. Bem que os astros disseram!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ontem acabei achando no YouTube um documentário que queria muito assistir: Daughter from Danang. O Filme conta a estória de Heidi, uma mulher vietnamesa que foi entregue para a adoção nos EUA e que 22 anos depois, resolve conhecer sua mãe biológica. Para mim, mais um daqueles filmes que quando acabam, você fica na cadeira imóvel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ueTwnMb8dI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ueTwnMb8dI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398313746058476497-1859278533015475625?l=estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1859278533015475625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398313746058476497&amp;postID=1859278533015475625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/1859278533015475625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/1859278533015475625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/2010/01/daughter-from-danang.html' title='Daughter from Danang'/><author><name>ChantMaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025905568766695824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TLiD3tjtc4I/AAAAAAAAABk/B9YWi2WpZ84/S220/chantpicture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398313746058476497.post-8924416363303382746</id><published>2010-01-08T15:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T18:03:51.955+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feminino'/><title type='text'>Dá pra entender?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4256850060_374a00ae67_o.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4256850060_374a00ae67_o.png" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí está, a capa da "nova" Brigitte. Sim, aquela revista alemã que anunciou há dois meses atrás que não iria contratar mais modelos profissionais para seus editoriais (por causa dos corpos muito magros), só mulheres comuns... sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora prestem atenção na principal matéria da capa, com letras garrafais, está escrito: DIETA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahhahahhaa...isso me fez lembrar de uma matéria que li na &lt;a href="http://bitchmagazine.org/"&gt;Bitch&lt;/a&gt; (essa sim, uma boa revista feminina!) que criticava uma outra revista por uma matéria que convocava a mulherada para ser "recessionista" e na outra mostrava sapatos que custavam centenas de dólares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho nada contra moda, vaidade. Só não acho correto esse abuso contra mulheres, essa transmissão de valores, a meu ver, nada bons para nós. Também não estou fazendo nenhuma campanha contra as revistas, só acho que elas deveriam nos servir melhor, com mais histórias inspiradoras e interessantes (gosto muito da seção Eu Leitora da Marie Claire brasileira), mais conteúdo para turbinar nossos tutanos e menos editoriais de moda e beleza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso, na sala de justiça, a V Magazine não brinca em serviço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is Beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4BtQSUx6MgI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4BtQSUx6MgI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398313746058476497-8924416363303382746?l=estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8924416363303382746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398313746058476497&amp;postID=8924416363303382746&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/8924416363303382746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/8924416363303382746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/2010/01/da-pra-entender.html' title='Dá pra entender?'/><author><name>ChantMaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025905568766695824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TLiD3tjtc4I/AAAAAAAAABk/B9YWi2WpZ84/S220/chantpicture.png'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398313746058476497.post-810185302974590263</id><published>2010-01-01T12:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:21:08.438+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='espelho meu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vitrola'/><title type='text'>Feliz 2010!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muita &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SAÚDE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FELICIDADE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; para tod@s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! E muito&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;swing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vfPq9eil64k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vfPq9eil64k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398313746058476497-810185302974590263?l=estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/810185302974590263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398313746058476497&amp;postID=810185302974590263&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/810185302974590263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/810185302974590263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/2010/01/feliz-2010.html' title='Feliz 2010!!!'/><author><name>ChantMaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025905568766695824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TLiD3tjtc4I/AAAAAAAAABk/B9YWi2WpZ84/S220/chantpicture.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398313746058476497.post-5429341082966045909</id><published>2009-12-23T21:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T21:24:52.425+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bailes da vida'/><title type='text'>Regalito de Navidad - Sara Baras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Prestem bem atenção nos braços e nas mãos desta mulher, ela só pode ser de outro mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ybq543CScKU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ybq543CScKU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398313746058476497-5429341082966045909?l=estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5429341082966045909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398313746058476497&amp;postID=5429341082966045909&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/5429341082966045909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/5429341082966045909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/regalito-de-navidad.html' title='Regalito de Navidad - Sara Baras'/><author><name>ChantMaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025905568766695824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TLiD3tjtc4I/AAAAAAAAABk/B9YWi2WpZ84/S220/chantpicture.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398313746058476497.post-1290746708814969453</id><published>2009-12-22T23:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:29:30.549+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='espelho meu'/><title type='text'>Do Frio, Natal, Moi e tudo mais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oi Pessoas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;querem saber de uma nova que já é bem velha? Não gosto do Natal. Ai, juro, é um peso. Nunca gostei. Creio que já contei isso aqui, mas Natal nunca foi "A Festa" na minha família. Isso rolava na casa dos meus avós no Reveillon. Mas enfim, anos passados, outros tempos, outras pessoas, outros lugares e não teve jeito, não me encanto. Acho que também tem a ver com minha visão de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas mesmo assim, curto receber os bons votos e desejo as pessoas o mesmo também, sabe? De verdade. Bons votos são sempre portadores de boas vibrações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Agora, ainda na linha do Natal, tem coisa mais barra pesada do que balanço anual? Afe, meu ano até que foi bom, mas quando chega nessa época, tudo o que quero é virar a página, é que o bendito dia 31 chegue logo e essa "onda de fim de ano" passe. Não sei porque, mas isso me aborrece pacas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ah, o frio. Muito frio, se bem que hoje esquentou um pouco, segundo o termômetro aqui&amp;amp;agora, 3 graus. Tenho ficado lindamente em casa nestes dias, lendo, lendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Saí da toca no sábado, pra ver o tal do New Moon, tudo em nome do meu amor de 2.mãe. Não curti e achei o tal do Robert Pattinson muito fraquinho como ator. Quando saí do cinema quase morri congelada. Aquele frio, sabe? Acordei no domingo com os lábios sangrando. Os coitados sofrem demais no frio e não tem protetor que ajude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eita, quase esqueço! Apesar de não ser fã do Natal, fiz os tradicionais biscoitinhos esse ano! Bafon! Foi um sábado de biscoitinhos aqui em casa. Marido e seu pimpolho fizeram dois tipos e eu fiz outro. Meu biscoitinho é puro glamour, com marmelada de laranja meio amarga e avelã. Amanhã farei outra vez para levar pra sogra e tiro uma foto básica pra deixar vocês com água na boca ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;2010 será um ano de muitos desafios... Em julho termino a faculdade. Estou preparando meu trabalho de conclusão de curso. Um documentário sobre a integração de mulheres brasileiras na Alemanha. Bafon. Bafon mesmo. Queria que o filme fosse mais do que meu trabalho de conclusão. Gostaria que ele se tornasse uma ferramenta para motivar pessoas. Aí tem o depois da uni. A entrada no mercado de trabalho...isso é bafon também, e dos grandes. Mas eu tô dentro, encarando a parada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E daqui a um mês, chego aos 33! Rimou meu bem, rimou. Já estou pensando na minha festinha. A do ano passado foi ótema! Já tem gente até se agendando para janeiro. Jesus me abana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Então, gente boa, desejo a vocês todos que curtem o Natal, uma linda noite de Natal, cheia de coisas boas e pessoas queridas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Volto depois do 25 pra contar como foi meu Natal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;y otras cositas más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Namastê!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398313746058476497-1290746708814969453?l=estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/1290746708814969453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398313746058476497&amp;postID=1290746708814969453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/1290746708814969453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/1290746708814969453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-frio-natal-moi-e-tudo-mais.html' title='Do Frio, Natal, Moi e tudo mais'/><author><name>ChantMaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025905568766695824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TLiD3tjtc4I/AAAAAAAAABk/B9YWi2WpZ84/S220/chantpicture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398313746058476497.post-5492486001804464259</id><published>2009-12-21T13:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T13:24:17.094+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frankfurt'/><title type='text'>Agora é minha vez</title><content type='html'>Já que &lt;a href="http://bubusca.blogspot.com/"&gt;ela&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://nutriane.blogspot.com/"&gt;ela&lt;/a&gt; mostraram o frio lá, agora mostro eu o frio aqui.....brrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2766/4201125784_a2f15eb613.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2766/4201125784_a2f15eb613.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volto depois para falar do Natal e do que rola na minha mente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398313746058476497-5492486001804464259?l=estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/5492486001804464259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398313746058476497&amp;postID=5492486001804464259&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/5492486001804464259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/5492486001804464259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/agora-e-minha-vez.html' title='Agora é minha vez'/><author><name>ChantMaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025905568766695824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TLiD3tjtc4I/AAAAAAAAABk/B9YWi2WpZ84/S220/chantpicture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2766/4201125784_a2f15eb613_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398313746058476497.post-1307425076422943564</id><published>2009-12-05T22:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:18:22.597+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vitrola'/><title type='text'>Receita de Inverno</title><content type='html'>Não tem como não esquentar o corpo e a alma!!! 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Karma'/><author><name>ChantMaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025905568766695824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TLiD3tjtc4I/AAAAAAAAABk/B9YWi2WpZ84/S220/chantpicture.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398313746058476497.post-5620554725872077323</id><published>2009-10-30T19:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:15:53.732+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bailes da vida'/><title type='text'>Antonio Gades</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="392" width="480"&gt;&lt;param value="http://video.globo.com/Portal/videos/cda/player/player.swf" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="midiaId=1092296&amp;autoStart=false&amp;width=480&amp;height=392" name="FlashVars" /&gt;&lt;embed width="480" height="392" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/5620554725872077323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/2009/10/antonio-gades.html' title='Antonio Gades'/><author><name>ChantMaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025905568766695824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TLiD3tjtc4I/AAAAAAAAABk/B9YWi2WpZ84/S220/chantpicture.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398313746058476497.post-2223080851582572107</id><published>2009-10-27T14:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:18:36.351+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='películas'/><title type='text'>Real Women Have Curves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mulheres de verdade têm curvas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; é um filme americano de 2002 que conta a história de Ana (America Ferrera - do seriado Ugly Betty), uma mexicana de 17 anos que vive num subúrbio americano, cercada de tradições e cobranças de uma mãe autoritária e excessivamente crítica (Ana está fora dos padrões, no que se refere ao seu corpo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O filme é muito bonito e Ana, uma mulher encantadora. Vocês têm que assitir pra descobrir porque ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Infelizmente, sem legendas em português (os diálogos são em inglês e espanhol). Mas creio que mesmo assim, quem não fala estas línguas, pode entender a história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;São nove capítulos, é só ir seguindo no Youtube. Aí vai o link pro &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQ-BlkRfnl8"&gt;primeiro&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois me contem o que acharam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398313746058476497-2223080851582572107?l=estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/2223080851582572107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398313746058476497&amp;postID=2223080851582572107&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/2223080851582572107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/2223080851582572107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/2009/10/real-women-have-curves.html' title='Real Women Have Curves'/><author><name>ChantMaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025905568766695824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TLiD3tjtc4I/AAAAAAAAABk/B9YWi2WpZ84/S220/chantpicture.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398313746058476497.post-2858409318265186309</id><published>2009-10-18T20:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:48:26.363+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vitrola'/><title type='text'>Muito Obrigado Axé</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não me canso de ouvir essa música...ela me emociona muito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amo Bethania, amo Iveth, amo Gil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S-bEwxtBFBw&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S-bEwxtBFBw&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398313746058476497-2858409318265186309?l=estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/2858409318265186309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398313746058476497&amp;postID=2858409318265186309&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/2858409318265186309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/2858409318265186309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/2009/10/muito-obrigado-axe.html' title='Muito Obrigado Axé'/><author><name>ChantMaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025905568766695824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TLiD3tjtc4I/AAAAAAAAABk/B9YWi2WpZ84/S220/chantpicture.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398313746058476497.post-8723556188977473802</id><published>2009-10-09T22:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:10:03.586+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feminino'/><title type='text'>Revistas Femininas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Era pra ser meu post de quarta, mas por falta de tempo (dei um pulinho relâmpago em Munique para rever uma amiga coreana, que não via há três anos. Conto no próximo post.), ficou pra hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A grande notícia do mercado de revistas femininas alemãs que rolou na quarta passada foi a decisão da &lt;a href="http://www.brigitte.de/"&gt;Brigitte&lt;/a&gt; de não contratar mais modelos profissionais e sim, fazer seus editoriais de moda, beleza etc com leitoras. A produção já está em andamento e o primeiro número com o novo formato sai 2 de Janeiro. &amp;nbsp;Não, não é edição especial, é o novo formato da revista mesmo, sem prazo de vencimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A idéia é, lógico, aumentar o número de leitoras. Segundo vi em uma das entrevistas na tv, o mercado de revistas femininas vem sofrendo uma baixa (não sei se isso é realidade só alemã) pela não identificação das leitoras com o que é mostrado nas revistas, leia-se padrões de beleza (magreza). (Em outros países, matérias com modelos que não eram magras ou mesmo com famosas sem make-up, tiveram um impacto muito positivo entre as leitoras.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quer saber? Achei ótimo. &amp;nbsp;Por dois motivos. Primeiro, se isso da redução do número de leitoras for verdade mesmo, é um bom sinal de que as mulheres estão reagindo e não estão mais dispostas a empurrar guela abaixo certos padrões de beleza. Segundo, as revistas se tornarão mais democráticas, com a 'cara' de todo mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E sabe uma coisa que também me incomoda nas revistas femininas? O fato dos editoriais só mostrarem coisas caríssimas, &amp;nbsp;pelas quais nós, mortais, não podemos pagar. Duvi-de-o-dó que a maioria das leitoras possa comprar bolsas de 1.500 euros, sapatos de 800. A única revista que vi até agora usando também acessórios e roupas mais acessíveis foi a Elle espanhola. Comprei a Elle alemã desse mês e nela veio um guia de compras, de coisas nas quais valia a pena investir seu dinheiro (segundo eles). Joguei o tal guia imediatamente fora. Surreal. (A revista está ali no cantinho esperando para passar por uma faxina. Incrível, entre a capa e o sumário, são &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;20 folhas seguidas de propaganda&lt;/span&gt;.) Revistas como Glamour ou Cosmopolitan também não ficam atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esta semana estava justamente falando sobre isso com uma amiga, e qual não foi minha surpresa ao ler &lt;a href="http://revistamarieclaire.globo.com/Revista/Common/0,,EMI97567-17631,00-MARIE+CLAIRE+AMERICANA+POE+LOOK+DA+HM+NA+CAPA+DE+NOVEMBRO.html"&gt;essa&lt;/a&gt; matéria da Marie Claire brasileira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Novos tempos? Espero que sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atualizando (Matéria da Marie Claire espanhola): &lt;a href="http://www.marie-claire.es/index.php/actualidad/1-actualidad/3242-el-peso-de-las-modelos-vuelve-a-ser-motivo-de-debate"&gt;El peso de las modelos vuelve a ser motivo de debate&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &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/1398313746058476497-8723556188977473802?l=estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/8723556188977473802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398313746058476497&amp;postID=8723556188977473802&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/8723556188977473802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/8723556188977473802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/2009/10/revistas-femininas.html' title='Revistas Femininas'/><author><name>ChantMaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025905568766695824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TLiD3tjtc4I/AAAAAAAAABk/B9YWi2WpZ84/S220/chantpicture.png'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398313746058476497.post-3941400525172903961</id><published>2009-10-02T15:52:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:52:53.399+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogosfera'/><title type='text'>Casa Nova, Cara Nova</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E depois de um verão escaldante, voltamos. Casa nova, cara nova. Blogar é uma delícia, ler blogs também. Mas de vez em quando o tédio vem e a vontade passa. Admiro muitíssimo estes blogueiros que continuam firmes e fortes, por anos, com o mesmo endereço, frequência de posts e tal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pra quem me conhece, seja da blogosfera ou pessoalmente, sabe o que eu já rodei por aí (em termos de blogs, por favor!). Quando enjôo, mudo o layout. Não basta? Tem tecnologia melhor? Mudo a plataforma. Tô sempre mudando. Quando enjôo da minha cara também mudo: cabelo mais curto, mais comprido, reto, desfiado, com franja, sem...como se diz na minha terra, um chamego arretado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já tinha sido do Blogspot quando mudei pra Alemanha, mas aí veio o Wordpress e eu me apaixonei. O problema de lá é que você não tem flexibilidade de mudar o layout, a menos que seu blog esteja hospedado num servidor pago e tal. Eles oferecem sim uns modelos de layout, mas são muito sem gracinha, sorry. Aí, quando dá uma ejoada do blog, você nem tem muitas alternativas de sacudir a poeira e tocar o bonde de cara nova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Então resolvi voltar pro Blogspot, assim posso mudar a cara do blog com mais frequência. Tem tanto design lindo na web, de grátis, uma loucura! Olha esse aqui! Me apaixonei! É bem minha vibe no momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que seja eterno enquanto dure!&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/1398313746058476497-3941400525172903961?l=estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/feeds/3941400525172903961/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398313746058476497&amp;postID=3941400525172903961&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/3941400525172903961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398313746058476497/posts/default/3941400525172903961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoriasdaqui.blogspot.com/2009/10/casa-nova-cara-nova.html' title='Casa Nova, Cara Nova'/><author><name>ChantMaria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09025905568766695824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8PUlSYkpeNQ/TLiD3tjtc4I/AAAAAAAAABk/B9YWi2WpZ84/S220/chantpicture.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
