<?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-1526051993186572955</id><updated>2011-07-28T22:41:27.471-07:00</updated><category term='Música'/><title type='text'>Sour Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>Todos os nomes verdadeiros de lugares, pessoas e fatos foram alterados ou abreviados para proteger os inocentes. Quer dizer, eu.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-6956963645132039419</id><published>2010-10-20T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T11:02:30.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A MTV Brasil é um Estado de Espírito</title><content type='html'>Este blog tem o seu despertar de primavera pra celebrar os 20 anos de MTV Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;Há duas décadas entrava no ar a emissora que mudou a vida de gerações. Talvez duas. Arrisco dizer três.&lt;br /&gt;Em tempos que a revista Bizz era tudo o que tínhamos com o ferino André Forastieri destruindo corações do rock nacional e que os discos eram discos de verdade - de vinil, a MTV Brasil chegou com ares divinos, de milagre mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente acabava a espera por notícias, por novidades. Respiramos aliviados por poder não ter de ver mais o Fantástico - a Globo era a única emissora do Brasil que tinha recursos pra fazer entrevistas gringas. Ela sempre preferiu os fenômenos aos talentosos.&lt;br /&gt;A MTV Brasil entregou o mundo pra gente. Foi libertador e transgressor.&lt;br /&gt;O desespero pra sintonizar o canal 32 no UHF. O Bombril na antena era fichinha perto dos malabarismos que muito gente fez pra poder ver o que ia entrar no ar ao meio-dia. A MTV Brasil era uma ansiedade.&lt;br /&gt;Quando estávamos confortáveis com a emissora começou o bombardeio. Chegava ali dentro da nossa sala o british rock, o grunge. O rock nacional mesmo. Chegava o clipe inteiro. Até o nome do diretor vinha. Era o fim dos ouvidos colados ao rádio pra entender o nome de música e banda que a gente tinha gostado.&lt;br /&gt;Todo adolescente dos anos 1990 sonhou em fazer aquilo ali da vida: ou montar uma banda pra tocar na MTV ou ajudar a fazer a MTV.&lt;br /&gt;A MTV era um corpo que tinha um puta cérebro. Um cabeção mesmo, cheio de ideias. Criou um jeito de informar. Que, sim, se perdeu. Mas ninguém esqueceu.&lt;br /&gt;Eu agradeço a MTV Brasil pela graça alcançada. Faria um milheiro de santinhos agradecendo.&lt;br /&gt;E sinto muito a falta das ideias de Zico Goes. Que, pra mim, sempre vai ser a alma legítima da MTV Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a falta de mais Gastões e de Sabrinas.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que a MTV Brasil é um estado de espírito. Por isso cabem o Restart e o NXZero ao lado de David Bowie, Nirvana e Madonna.&lt;br /&gt;Os tempos mudaram, a música jovem mudou, a MTV Brasil mudou.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que foi bom, vai ser bom - daquele jeito mesmo - pra sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Então, deixa a MTV Brasil seguir em frente do jeito que tá mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Porque os tempos que juntaram Luzinha, Vívis, LuMartins, Tavinho, Nívea, MariBZ, ReBianchi, Helena Gaia, Poli Laurito, Rafa Calil, Edu Nóbrega, Lilian Amarante, Mauro Bedaque, André Amaral, Romi Atarashi, Ale Briganti, Aninha Surani, Carla Lamarca, Rafa Losso, Penélope Nova, Ricardo dos Anjos, Dea Fragoso, Gerson Fragoso, Carol Lambert, Danilo Devecchi, Leonel Barcelos, LanLan, Dani Mathias, Elisa Maria, Senninha, Ju Maia, Ieie e Cacá Marcondes, Erika Brandão, Loura, Rosa Gardinalli, Sarah Hipólito, Roquinho, Diego, Rafa Morettini, Martinha, Tathi Pires, Mari Morena, Glória Gomes, Aninha Sanchez, Mafê Braggio, André Batista, Zé Antonio, Victor Coelho, Mineiro e muito, mas muito mais gente boa desse calibre, assim, tudo junto e misturado, já não volta mais.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a MTV Brasil é um estado de espírito, lembra?&lt;br /&gt;Então, nós estamos no tempo dos 20 anos da MTV.&lt;br /&gt;E nada vai poder mudar isso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-6956963645132039419?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/6956963645132039419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/6956963645132039419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2010/10/mtv-brasil-e-um-estado-de-espirito.html' title='A MTV Brasil é um Estado de Espírito'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-3202161715512947965</id><published>2010-06-24T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T12:07:29.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invejosas de plantão, admitam:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/TCOsfJKYxXI/AAAAAAAAADU/MXHajEDX_7U/s1600/KRISTEN+STEWART.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486418422102803826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/TCOsfJKYxXI/AAAAAAAAADU/MXHajEDX_7U/s320/KRISTEN+STEWART.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esse é o melhor cabelo de Kristen Stewart desde "Quarto do Pânico".&lt;br /&gt;E que ela vestida de menina é im-ba-tí-vel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-3202161715512947965?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/3202161715512947965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/3202161715512947965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2010/06/invejosas-de-plantao-admitam.html' title='Invejosas de plantão, admitam:'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/TCOsfJKYxXI/AAAAAAAAADU/MXHajEDX_7U/s72-c/KRISTEN+STEWART.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-2796673290489417266</id><published>2010-06-22T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T15:21:55.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deu na Folha:</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/ilustrada/755402-jerry-seinfeld-diz-que-odeia-lady-gaga-e-que-ela-e-uma-babaca.shtml"&gt;Jerry Seinfeld diz que odeia Lady Gaga e que ela é uma "babaca"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O comediante americano Jerry Seinfeld, 56, disse que a cantora pop Lady Gaga é "uma babaca". "Eu odeio ela", afirmou durante uma entrevista à rádio esportiva WFAN na noite de segunda-feira (21).&lt;br /&gt;No último dia 10, Gaga foi ao estádio Citi Field, em Nova York, para assistir ao jogo entre o New York Mets e o San Diego Padres.&lt;br /&gt;A organização do Mets, anfitrião da partida, a colocou em um camarote que pertencia a Seinfeld, onde a cantora assistiu ao jogo só de sutiã e mostrou o dedo médio para fotógrafos.&lt;br /&gt;"Não acredito que colocaram ela no meu camarote", disse Seinfeld. "Você mostra o dedo para as pessoas e ganha um camarote? É esse o mundo em que vivemos agora?"&lt;br /&gt;Posteriormente, os Mets se desculparam publicamente com Seinfeld por não tê-lo consultado antes de ceder o camarote.&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga, que assistiu a jogo de baseball no camorote de Jerry Seinfeld e provocou a ira do comediante&lt;br /&gt;"Não sei o que esses jovens pensam ou como eles promovem suas carreiras", afirmou. "Não sou uma dessas pessoas que acham que qualquer tipo de publicidade é boa."&lt;br /&gt;Por fim, o comediante admitiu que a cantora é "talentosa". "Não entendo porque ela faz essas coisas", disse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo ignorar as opiniões de Seinfeld como se ele fosse um qualquer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-2796673290489417266?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/2796673290489417266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/2796673290489417266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2010/06/deu-na-folha.html' title='Deu na Folha:'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-815494106527235258</id><published>2010-06-15T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T15:27:31.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossível Não GRI-TAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/_QjT3u_m3a0/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_QjT3u_m3a0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_QjT3u_m3a0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Todo mundo sabe que meu mundo de sonhos e fantasia acabou quando Heath Ledger morreu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas veja se dá pra entender o meu desapontamento com a vida: o que é ele dançando no meio do show de Letters to Cleo com Julia Styles? Essa é aquela cena top 3 das que eu vejo cem vezes seguidas quando lembro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E a música, claro, a melhor de todas, olha só:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I can't take another heartache&lt;br /&gt;Though you say you're my friend&lt;br /&gt;I'm at my wits end&lt;br /&gt;You say your love is bonafied&lt;br /&gt;But that don't coincide&lt;br /&gt;With the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;And when I ask you to be nice&lt;br /&gt;You say you gotta be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cruel to be kind, in the right measure&lt;br /&gt;Cruel to be kind, it's a very good sign&lt;br /&gt;Cruel to be kind, means that I love you&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you gotta be cruel to be kind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I do my best to understand dear&lt;br /&gt;But you still mystify, and I wanna know why&lt;br /&gt;I pick myself up off the ground&lt;br /&gt;To have you knock me back down&lt;br /&gt;Again and again&lt;br /&gt;And when I ask you to explain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say you gotta be&lt;br /&gt;Cruel to be kind, in the right measure&lt;br /&gt;Cruel to be kind, it's a very, very good sign&lt;br /&gt;Cruel to be kind, means that I love you&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you gotta be cruel to be kind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(eu desejei aaaaaanos ser uma Letters to Cleo!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-815494106527235258?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/815494106527235258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/815494106527235258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2010/06/impossivel-nao-gri-tar.html' title='Impossível Não GRI-TAR!'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-3760757802722704339</id><published>2010-06-15T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:15:15.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Foto é Bem Mais Bonita do que Parece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/TBfsrJVKQUI/AAAAAAAAADM/5XlZQtP_888/s1600/elano+e+maicon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483111297330069826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/TBfsrJVKQUI/AAAAAAAAADM/5XlZQtP_888/s320/elano+e+maicon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabe quando a gente fica tentando achar explicação pras coisas e elencando motivos pra fazer certas situações valerem a pena?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então, o jogo de estreia do Brasil contra a Coreia do Norte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valeu a pena por causa da cara do Elano no primeiro gol, feito pelo Maicon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele chorou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando eu já tava achando que o a razão de eu estar em frente à TV tava explicada, tá lá. Outro gol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elano. Ele de novo. A cara dele de novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu gosto dos coadjuvantes. Elano sempre foi coadjuvante e acho que vai ser até o final dessa Copa do Mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas ele é um puta cara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que fica feliz com o gol ainda, sabe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tem a dureza do protagonista, que é obrigado a atuar bem, a marcar gols, a jogar bonito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elano simplesmente está em campo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dando a sensação que jogar no campinho ou na Copa é divertido do mesmo jeito.&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/1526051993186572955-3760757802722704339?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/3760757802722704339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/3760757802722704339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2010/06/foto-e-bem-mais-bonita-do-que-parece.html' title='A Foto é Bem Mais Bonita do que Parece'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/TBfsrJVKQUI/AAAAAAAAADM/5XlZQtP_888/s72-c/elano+e+maicon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-8141623819462645208</id><published>2010-06-10T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T07:02:04.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LiLo Lifestyle</title><content type='html'>O torpor, realmente, tira a gente do próprio corpo.&lt;br /&gt;(mesmo que a gente morra)&lt;br /&gt;LiLo te parece preocupada nessa foto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/TBDvuBBUwdI/AAAAAAAAADE/npmFA5ekFt8/s1600/LILO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481144320336904658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/TBDvuBBUwdI/AAAAAAAAADE/npmFA5ekFt8/s320/LILO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taí Lindsay Lohan deixando a clínica de reabilitação.&lt;br /&gt;Com cigarros e uma garrafa de cerveja na mão.&lt;br /&gt;LiLo, passa aqui em casa depois pra gente conversar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-8141623819462645208?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/8141623819462645208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/8141623819462645208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2010/06/lilo-lifestyle.html' title='LiLo Lifestyle'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/TBDvuBBUwdI/AAAAAAAAADE/npmFA5ekFt8/s72-c/LILO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-7440576194802082588</id><published>2010-06-10T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T06:57:23.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meredith Grey Said:</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Pergunte às pessoas o que elas querem da vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A resposta é simples...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser feliz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez seja essa expectativa, ser feliz, que nos impeça de ser realmente felizes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez, quanto mais tentamos ficar em estado de felicidade, mais confusos ficamos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até não nos reconhecermos mais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao invés disso, continuamos sorrindo, tentando ser as pessoas felizes que queríamos ser.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até que a ficha caia - sempre esteve lá - não em nossos sonhos e esperanças, mas no conhecido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No conforto, no familiar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-7440576194802082588?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/7440576194802082588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/7440576194802082588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2010/06/meredith-grey-said.html' title='Meredith Grey Said:'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-5476266798483214309</id><published>2010-06-07T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T10:45:13.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oração do dia por Julian Casablancas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'll just nod, I've never been so good at shaking hands&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I live on the frozen surface of a fireball&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where cities come together to hate each other in the name of sport&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;America, nothing is ever just anything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I looked up to you, but you thought I would look the other way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And you hear what you want to hear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And they take what they want to take&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't be sad, won't ever happen like this anymore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So when's it coming, this last new great movement that I can join?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It won't end here, your faith has got to be greater than your fear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Forgive them, even if they are not sorry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the vultures, bootleggers at the door waiting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are looking for your own voice but in others&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While it hears you, trapped in another dimension&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drop your guard, you don't have to be smart all of the time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got a mind full of blanks, I need to go somewhere new fast&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And don't be shy, oh no, at least deliberately&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Cause no one really cares or wonders why anymore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, I got music, coming out of my hands and feet and kisses&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is how it once was done&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the dreamers on the run&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Forgive them, even if they are not sorry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the vultures, bootleggers at the door waiting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're so quick to point out our own flaws in others&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Complicated mammals on the wings of robots&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you believe in this world then no one has died in vain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But don't you dare get to the top and not know what to do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(11th Dimension - Julian &lt;em&gt;Fucking Awesome&lt;/em&gt; Casablancas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-5476266798483214309?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/5476266798483214309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/5476266798483214309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2010/06/oracao-do-dia-por-julian-casablancas.html' title='Oração do dia por Julian Casablancas'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-6554568980480472954</id><published>2010-05-12T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T11:46:29.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"So wild so free so far from me you're all I want, my fantasy!"</title><content type='html'>A melhor letra de todas do rock farofa:&lt;br /&gt;(I LOVE rock farofa!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm outa luck, outa love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta photograph, picture of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passion killer, you're too much &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the only one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna touch I see your face every time I dream &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On every page, every magazine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So wild so free so far from me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're all I want, my fantasy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, look what you've done to this rock 'n' roll clown &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Oh, look what you've done &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photograph - I don't want your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photograph - I don't need your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photograph - All I've got is a photograph &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's not enough &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd be your lover, if you were there &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Put your hurt on me, if you dare &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Such a woman, you got style &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make every man feel like a child &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got some kinda hold on me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're all wrapped up in mystery &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So wild so free so far from me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're all I want, my fantasy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, Look what you've done to this rock'n'roll clown &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Oh, Look what you've done &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've gone straight to my head!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Photograph - Def Leppard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-6554568980480472954?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/6554568980480472954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/6554568980480472954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-wild-so-free-so-far-from-me-youre.html' title='&quot;So wild so free so far from me you&apos;re all I want, my fantasy!&quot;'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-6142460336095867459</id><published>2010-05-05T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T07:21:05.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cara, eu prefiro outros canais"</title><content type='html'>Ontem eu tava pensando em nada e, de repente, lembrei do refrão de uma música dos Engenheiros do Hawaii. Sabe, nunca achei os caras geniais, mas 20 anos depois do auge, eu achei mesmo bem bacana essa letra. Taí, acho essa música dos Engenheiros bem digna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu vivia esperando a vida aparecer no Jornal Nacional&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com o olhar preso no vídeo, eu esperava o suicídio de algum boçal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você apareceu e disse:"Cara, eu prefiro outros canais"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você apareceu com sua cara em todos os comerciais&lt;br /&gt;Eu ligo a TV, desligo a TV e ligo pra você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu digo que consigo, mas não consigo te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Você aparecia em filmes classe "C", em filmes tão banais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você aparecia e desaparecia e eu já não te via mais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu te perseguia, mexendo na antena, mudando o canal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você sempre fugia, não sentia pena, me deixava muito mal&lt;br /&gt;Eu ligo a TV, desligo a TV e ligo pra você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu digo que consigo, mas não consigo te esquecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Eu Ligo Pra Você - de Longe Demais das Capitais)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-6142460336095867459?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/6142460336095867459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/6142460336095867459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2010/05/cara-eu-prefiro-outros-canais.html' title='&quot;Cara, eu prefiro outros canais&quot;'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-760405397586568941</id><published>2010-04-13T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T15:02:28.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo mundo precisa de uma BFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/S8Tp0ijXsnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MozNIX9ZPpM/s1600/heidi+montag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459745737117512306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/S8Tp0ijXsnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MozNIX9ZPpM/s320/heidi+montag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heidi Montag é a prova de que toda mulher precisa de uma melhor amiga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se ela não tivesse brigado com Lauren, aposto que não estaria nesse look Baywatch pobre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tou constrangida, Heidi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-760405397586568941?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/760405397586568941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/760405397586568941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2010/04/todo-mundo-precisa-de-uma-bff.html' title='Todo mundo precisa de uma BFF'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/S8Tp0ijXsnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MozNIX9ZPpM/s72-c/heidi+montag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-3407511699059794529</id><published>2010-04-08T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T07:21:10.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem me conhece, sabe bem</title><content type='html'>Deu na &lt;a href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folha/livrariadafolha/ult10082u668790.shtml"&gt;Folha de São Paulo:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;De acordo com as informações do livro &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://livraria.folha.com.br/catalogo/1026934/perfil-de-uma-mente-criminosa"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Perfil de uma Mente Criminosa"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Escala, 2009), quando o "m" e o "n" são muito grandes, e com a ponta achatada, há grandes indícios de que a pessoa seja amoral, capaz de qualquer coisa para sair de uma situação indesejada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, não deixem armas de fogo e/ou objetos cortantes e pontiagudos na sua casa quando eu for lá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-3407511699059794529?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/3407511699059794529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/3407511699059794529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2010/04/quem-me-conhece-sabe-bem.html' title='Quem me conhece, sabe bem'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-5051506197323385151</id><published>2010-03-29T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T08:14:37.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu brigo, tu brigas, ela briga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/S7DDa2OEJII/AAAAAAAAAC0/pVbb4YMbckE/s1600/lia+fightin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454074014744192130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/S7DDa2OEJII/AAAAAAAAAC0/pVbb4YMbckE/s320/lia+fightin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como posso não gostar de Lia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela é leal como um cão. Não se omite. Compra briga que não é dela. Defende quem acha que precisa de defesa. Ela é ciumenta. Fala sem pensar. Fala muito. Fala o que deve. Se descontrola e fala o que não deve também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lia é o contraponto das Fernandas. As doces e bem apessoadas que sempre falam baixo, choram sentidas, seduzem com a fragilidade. As conhecidas "sonsas". Ou "sweet honey' como eu costumo dizer. Elas te esfaqueiam num piscar de olhos e inevitavelmente pelas costas. Porque nem na hora de trair têm coragem de ser elas mesmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho que as pessoas não gostam de mulheres como Lia. Que são tão fortes, mas tão fracas ao mesmo tempo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei como é.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assim como gostava de Milena do BBB9 - a liberada com consciência - adoro Lia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo histérica, falastrona, sem medidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prefiro confiar sempre nas pessoas que têm coragem de se expor do que nas Fernandas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acredite: elas sempre te apunhalam pelas costas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se você ouve muito que é doce e boazinha, fique em alerta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falta uma "elianezação" na sua vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-5051506197323385151?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/5051506197323385151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/5051506197323385151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2010/03/eu-brigo-tu-brigas-ela-briga.html' title='Eu brigo, tu brigas, ela briga'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/S7DDa2OEJII/AAAAAAAAAC0/pVbb4YMbckE/s72-c/lia+fightin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-4969979468671622793</id><published>2010-03-08T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T08:15:24.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Academia Ficou Moderninha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/S5UiSqulOCI/AAAAAAAAACs/Mt_dXmEiRoM/s1600-h/hughes+oscar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446297028477138978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/S5UiSqulOCI/AAAAAAAAACs/Mt_dXmEiRoM/s320/hughes+oscar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evidentemente o primeiro assunto sobre a cerimônia do Oscar 201o é a homenagem a John Hughes. Não posso colocar em palavras o que senti. John Hughes me trouxe até aqui. E ele vai me levar a muitos outros lugares. Pra mim, a cerimônia 2010 ficou marcada por aquele momento. Com Molly Ringwald, Jon Cryer &amp;amp; Cia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E, gente, a Academia tá moderna! Dançarinos de street dance pra mostrar os indicados a trilha?! Oi? Perdi alguma coisa?! Foi o máximo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E Sandra Bullock. Podem falar o que quiser. Mereceu. Aaaaah, achei tão genuíno o nervosismo. Estar ali sentada sob o olhar acusador do mundo de que ela não devia estar ali... Pois ela foi, sentou, levantou e ganhou. Espero que ela coloque a estatueta no lavabo. Assim, bem displicente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah Jessica Parker. Quase a mais bem vestida. Perdeu só para a figurinista de "The Young Victoria", Sandy Powell, que deveria entrar para a lista das 10 mais bem vestidas da história do Oscar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a homenagem aos filmes de terror. Gente, definitivamente, Dakota Fanning deve estar na liderança da Academia. Ela e Abigail Bresling. Foi moderno de-mais isso! Adorei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E fiquem com a frase mais célebre de John Hughes: &lt;em&gt;When you grow up, your heart dies&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por isso devemos torcer para Dakota e Abigail serem - de verdade - as líderes da Academia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-4969979468671622793?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/4969979468671622793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/4969979468671622793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2010/03/academia-ficou-moderninha.html' title='A Academia Ficou Moderninha!'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/S5UiSqulOCI/AAAAAAAAACs/Mt_dXmEiRoM/s72-c/hughes+oscar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-788067968645883527</id><published>2010-02-27T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T15:36:14.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosto taaaaaaaaaaanto dela!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/S4msTLFwdEI/AAAAAAAAACk/F25s1SaY0Ak/s1600-h/Bebel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443071070048384066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/S4msTLFwdEI/AAAAAAAAACk/F25s1SaY0Ak/s320/Bebel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amém, Bebel!&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/1526051993186572955-788067968645883527?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/788067968645883527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/788067968645883527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2010/02/gosto-taaaaaaaaaaanto-dela.html' title='Gosto taaaaaaaaaaanto dela!'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/S4msTLFwdEI/AAAAAAAAACk/F25s1SaY0Ak/s72-c/Bebel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-1769583317613389476</id><published>2009-12-17T11:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T11:42:58.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que os Anjos Digam Amém</title><content type='html'>Você não mataria pra estar nessa foto também?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SyqJhcfRA7I/AAAAAAAAACc/nv1b2ty_fXE/s1600-h/Moss_Depp_Pop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416292709542462386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SyqJhcfRA7I/AAAAAAAAACc/nv1b2ty_fXE/s320/Moss_Depp_Pop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-1769583317613389476?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/1769583317613389476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/1769583317613389476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2009/12/que-os-anjos-digam-amem.html' title='Que os Anjos Digam Amém'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SyqJhcfRA7I/AAAAAAAAACc/nv1b2ty_fXE/s72-c/Moss_Depp_Pop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-3863112282162092952</id><published>2009-12-17T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T11:40:19.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linguagem de Sinais</title><content type='html'>Esses sinais que se fazem com as mãos geralmente não dão certo.&lt;br /&gt;Tou falando do famigerado hang loose, paz e, agora, os chifrinhos - que as pessoas têm mania de fazer quando se tira foto, sabe?&lt;br /&gt;Quer saber o por quê?&lt;br /&gt;Olha só:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SyqH97aC-mI/AAAAAAAAACU/5kgGZwtOCDY/s1600-h/chifrinhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416290999855151714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SyqH97aC-mI/AAAAAAAAACU/5kgGZwtOCDY/s320/chifrinhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não dá pra ser da turma do Max e do Tico Santa Cruz, né?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O bom e velho carão sempre garante a integridade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou uma conservadora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-3863112282162092952?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/3863112282162092952'/><link rel='self' 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own fingers”</title><content type='html'>Todo ano, toda vida tem de ter uma trilha sonora.&lt;br /&gt;Já fiz a minha pra 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Pros bons e maus momentos.&lt;br /&gt;E a gente só sabe mesmo que o mau momento passou, quando ouve a música de novo e se sente bem.&lt;br /&gt;Uma arte.&lt;br /&gt;E muitas sessões de terapia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se clicar na faixa, cai direto no youtube pra você cantar comigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zRbXMWYMNno"&gt;Hit Me With Your Best Shot - Pat Benatar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EVCkSMwaGGc"&gt;When You Were Young - The Killers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wXMeZwO2qZ0"&gt;Walking On Air - Kerli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EUsbpmQ9-mc"&gt;Bulletproof - La Roux&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X9fLbfzCqWw"&gt;Ocean Avenue - Yellowcard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bomv-6CJSfM"&gt;Shook Me All Night Long - AC/DC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sz3JnE_Vz70"&gt;I Wanna Be Your Dog - Iggy Pop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X5b8hqT1klE"&gt;Poison - Alice Cooper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b50CWIEvoIc"&gt;Crush - David Archuleta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QN8HwUxFouM"&gt;My Delirium - Ladyhawke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gAi493Ws8OI"&gt;Fake A Smile (My Mistake) - Easyway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p3jCPtxOkGo"&gt;Beat It - Michael Jackson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ItivS8sosw"&gt;The Take Over, The Breaks Over - Fall Out Boy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lWTDR6ztcnQ"&gt;Celebration - Madonna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yY3CehyfUko"&gt;Hot N Cold - Katy Perry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-3770319450370148320?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/3770319450370148320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/3770319450370148320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-this-is-my-mixed-tape-for-her-its.html' title='“And this is my mixed tape for her It&apos;s like I wrote every note with my own fingers”'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-3556846383797371024</id><published>2009-10-26T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:07:58.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Delirium</title><content type='html'>Hoje eu vi um clipe tããão bacana da Ladyhawke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentei achar no Youtube.com, mas o clipe teve a incorporação retirada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, se você quiser ver um clipe legal e escutar uma musiquinha boa pra começar o dia, veja nesse link aqui: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iKrBlIXzI5I&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iKrBlIXzI5I&amp;amp;feature=fvst&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tou gostando super dessa moça.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-3556846383797371024?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/3556846383797371024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/3556846383797371024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-delirium.html' title='My Delirium'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-7618121298808110610</id><published>2009-10-14T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:35:43.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I crazy or falling in love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w4DCWptQxiM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w4DCWptQxiM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quando eu tiver a minha própria série, eu vou colocar os títulos dos episódios sempre com uma frase de uma música. Bom, isso não é nada inovador, já que os títulos de Grey's Anatomy e One Tree Hill são assim há tempos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu gosto disso e quero fazer também.&lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda não sei bem sobre o que vai ser a série, mas eu já tenho uma trilha sonora em formação avançada. Eu quero misturar o pop americano mais vagabundo com rock farofa, rock honesto e rock de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro começar pelo pop vagabundo.&lt;br /&gt;David Archuleta foi o segundo colocado de uma temporada qualquer do American Idol. Eu só conheço uma música dele, mas pra mim tá ótimo.&lt;br /&gt;Ele já fez valer a existência musical dele na minha série com Crush.&lt;br /&gt;Clique e veja só se isso não é trilha de teen series!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS&gt; Eu sei que essa legenda em japonês é bizarra, mas foi o único clipe habilitado dele que eu achei...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-7618121298808110610?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/7618121298808110610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/7618121298808110610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2009/10/quando-eu-tiver-minha-propria-serie-eu.html' title='Am I crazy or falling in love?'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-5106558127484928506</id><published>2009-10-06T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:58:42.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Blair Waldorf We Trust</title><content type='html'>Gente, o que Josh Schwartz está fazendo do livro de Cecily Van Zeigesar em Gossip Girl?!&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre fui muito, muito fã do trabalho de Schwartz, mas, oi, o que é Dan Humphrey e Vanessa sem-sobrenome, sendo mais populares que Blair Waldorf na faculdade?!&lt;br /&gt;Desculpe, mas Dan Humphrey, na vida real de NYU, seria tão zoado quanto foi no high school. Bom, Vanessa seria invisível. Como sempre foi e como nunca deveria deixar de ser.&lt;br /&gt;Esse núcleo do bem de Gossip Girl fazia sentido pra ser contraponto de Blair e Chuck. E também pra nos fazer sentir mais próximos de uma Nova York possível.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, sinceramente: quem é que deseja fazer parte de uma NY possível?! &lt;br /&gt;Não os fãs dos livros de Cecily Van Ziegesar.&lt;br /&gt;Estou bem desapontada com os rumos que a terceira temporada de Gossip Girl tomou. Acho chato ver a plebe triunfar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero Blair Waldorf no topo - ou nada mais vai fazer sentido nessa série.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-5106558127484928506?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/5106558127484928506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/5106558127484928506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-blair-waldorf-we-trust.html' title='In Blair Waldorf We Trust'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-2625201422487527036</id><published>2009-08-20T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:03:21.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivendo e Aprendendo a Jogar</title><content type='html'>É impossível ser boa pessoa o tempo todo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não sou muito inclinada a ser boa,aí ficam me cutucando.&lt;br /&gt;Minha primeira reação é o ódio total e absoluto.&lt;br /&gt;A segunda é querer esclarecer a situação munida de toda violência verbal possível.&lt;br /&gt;A terceira é desejar que a pessoa sofra.&lt;br /&gt;A quarta é deixar que o Universo se encarregue e dê a pessoa o que ela merece.&lt;br /&gt;A última, talvez, é desejar que o Universo faça com que a pessoa se ferre bastante e que se lembre bastante do mal que ela fez a mim.&lt;br /&gt;É, desejar o mal me deixa mais confortável.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-2625201422487527036?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/2625201422487527036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/2625201422487527036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2009/08/vivendo-e-aprendendo-jogar.html' title='Vivendo e Aprendendo a Jogar'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-6556927735523331708</id><published>2009-08-14T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T07:58:07.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Mystery Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SoV5pJTsd8I/AAAAAAAAACM/-YF-_BxOMZ4/s1600-h/paul-mccartney-coachella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SoV5pJTsd8I/AAAAAAAAACM/-YF-_BxOMZ4/s320/paul-mccartney-coachella.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369831878489307074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem vi uma entrevista de Paul McCartney no David Letterman e fiquei achando aquilo tão incrível, tão incrível... quase surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ver Paul McCartney sentado ali contando como conheceu John Lennon, George e Ringo,como se tivesse falando uma coisa corriqueira da vida, foi literalmente uma emoção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os Beatles vivem demais no meu imaginário pra, de repente, um deles sentar num sofá com um cara e ficar contando como foi que tudo aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como se os Beatles fossem uma lenda, algo absolutamente distante da vida real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos me parece assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu rezo todos os dias pra que Paul venha realmente fazer um show aqui. Isso sim vai ser magia na vida real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem Paul, vem! Por favor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-6556927735523331708?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/6556927735523331708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/6556927735523331708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2009/08/magical-mystery-talk.html' title='Magical Mystery Talk'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SoV5pJTsd8I/AAAAAAAAACM/-YF-_BxOMZ4/s72-c/paul-mccartney-coachella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-6155403840277323857</id><published>2009-08-07T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:13:57.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma Vida Difícil Sem John Hughes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/Snyz1lmkBwI/AAAAAAAAACE/ODaDKHVhgso/s1600-h/John_Hughes_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/Snyz1lmkBwI/AAAAAAAAACE/ODaDKHVhgso/s320/John_Hughes_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367362589127083778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só queria dizer que John Hughes é uma das pessoas mais importantes da minha vida. Foi por causa dos filmes dele que eu me tornei quem eu sou. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio que pessoas como ele morram. Acho injusto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-6155403840277323857?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/6155403840277323857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/6155403840277323857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2009/08/uma-vida-dificil-sem-john-hughes.html' title='Uma Vida Difícil Sem John Hughes'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/Snyz1lmkBwI/AAAAAAAAACE/ODaDKHVhgso/s72-c/John_Hughes_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-5929128510957073270</id><published>2009-06-15T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:26:11.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"We don´t fight faaaaa-air"</title><content type='html'>Eu amo a voz do Patrick Stump.&lt;br /&gt;Ele me deixa feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Queria apertaaaaar ele! Fofo!&lt;br /&gt;Adoro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-5929128510957073270?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/5929128510957073270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/5929128510957073270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-dont-fight-faaaaa-air.html' title='&quot;We don´t fight faaaaa-air&quot;'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-4339725341034342241</id><published>2009-06-04T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T06:21:41.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating</title><content type='html'>Quando fico reflexiva demais, imagino que minha vida é uma série. Consigo dividir minha vida em temporadas e episódios.&lt;br /&gt;O episódio de hoje é "My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating".&lt;br /&gt;Não devo contar spoilers, mas posso dizer que música toca na cena clímax:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I walk a lonely road&lt;br /&gt;The only one that I have ever known&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where it goes&lt;br /&gt;But it's home to me and I walk alone"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Day - Boulevard of Broken Dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-4339725341034342241?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/4339725341034342241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/4339725341034342241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-shallow-hearts-only-thing-thats.html' title='My shallow heart&apos;s the only thing that&apos;s beating'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-2224396801104874128</id><published>2009-05-13T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:18:59.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye, P. Sawyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SgtxVPLhD9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/qKNNuELrDY4/s1600-h/Luke+e+P+Sawyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SgtxVPLhD9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/qKNNuELrDY4/s320/Luke+e+P+Sawyer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335482793216511954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou há 24 horas tentando me recuperar da saída de Chad Michael Murray e Hilarie Burton de One Tree Hill.&lt;br /&gt;Tá, não ligo pra Lucas 'Boring' Scott.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não sei se supero a morte de mais uma heroína de série. Marissa Cooper me faz falta até hoje. Viver sem Marissa e agora sem Peyton Sawyer, realmente, faz meu mundo de seriados ficar bem menos feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Isso sem falar em Izzie Stevens.&lt;br /&gt;Só me resta rezar a Santa Shonda Rhimes para salvar a vida de Izzie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-2224396801104874128?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/2224396801104874128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/2224396801104874128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2009/05/bye-bye-p-sawyer.html' title='Bye bye, P. Sawyer'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SgtxVPLhD9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/qKNNuELrDY4/s72-c/Luke+e+P+Sawyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-202304779208978290</id><published>2009-04-18T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:49:58.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu Não Consigo Ser Feliz o Tempo Inteiro</title><content type='html'>Eu sei, meu aprendizado na vida terrena é conseguir ser uma pessoa tolerante.&lt;br /&gt;Aos trancos e barrancos e, sim, muito consciente, vou fracassando.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo bem.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que custa a quase todos que me rodeiam entender que perguntas do tipo "Você tá feliz?" e "Tá gostando de 'xyz'?" me deixam pro-fun-da-men-te irritada. &lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu seja mesmo a figura caricata da 'bitch' esquizofrênica.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo bem outra vez.&lt;br /&gt;Eu só não consigo (e nunca consegui na vida inteira) ser o tipo felizinho e na busca desenfreada da felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que a felicidade é sempre o que temos no momento. E isso não significa que você tenha que sair por aí dando saltinhos e cantando sua música favorita.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas têm uma mania irritante de achar que gente feliz é aquela que se reconhece a quilômetros, de pele boa, sorriso no rosto e, certamente, com um parceito fixo (!).&lt;br /&gt;Se ser feliz for só isso, sério, prefiro ser infeliz desse meu jeito mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;E dentro de outros clichês baratos, me permito não experimentar a verdade absoluta das mulheres que é ser mãe, parir 12 filhos e "encontrar a razão da existência".&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim, a razão da existência é poder ser quem você é ou ser quem você pode ser. Eu me recuso a ficar me esforçando pra ser o tipo de humano feliz padrão.&lt;br /&gt;Acho pobre, acho raso.&lt;br /&gt;Eu adoro o conceito "Viva rápido, morra jovem e deixe um cadáver bonito", mas prefiro viver do meu jeito torto mesmo. Sim, eu sou mau humorada, intolerante e cada vez mais sem amigos. Não sei se porque eles não me aguentam ou eu que não os aguento.&lt;br /&gt;Não importa. Eu só quero que as pessoas parem de me fazer perguntas.&lt;br /&gt;Porque no mundo que eu vivo, realmente, não dá pra ser feliz o tempo inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;E aqui também não é crime estar infeliz, sentir raiva e escolher a solidão.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, pra quê inventaram o iPod, os DVDs e a internet?!&lt;br /&gt;Não se usa mais conversar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-202304779208978290?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/202304779208978290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/202304779208978290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2009/04/eu-nao-consigo-ser-feliz-o-tempo_18.html' title='Eu Não Consigo Ser Feliz o Tempo Inteiro'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-2505380827464383983</id><published>2009-03-28T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:05:39.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você levanta da cama pra quê?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/Sc7W4UU1upI/AAAAAAAAAB0/LG0vVajv31o/s1600-h/Snap2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/Sc7W4UU1upI/AAAAAAAAAB0/LG0vVajv31o/s320/Snap2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318424472988269202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo precisa de um estímulo pra levantar todos os dias e ir trabalhar. &lt;br /&gt;Esse aí é o meu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-2505380827464383983?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/2505380827464383983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/2505380827464383983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2009/03/voce-levanta-da-cama-pera-que.html' title='Você levanta da cama pra quê?'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/Sc7W4UU1upI/AAAAAAAAAB0/LG0vVajv31o/s72-c/Snap2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-8982161110399402995</id><published>2009-03-11T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:26:36.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esses humanos!</title><content type='html'>Fiquei me sentindo assim hoje:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esses humanos que circulam&lt;br /&gt;Pela cidade aí afora&lt;br /&gt;Eu não aguento, eles querem me conquistar&lt;br /&gt;Eu não aguento, eles querem me controlar&lt;br /&gt;Querem me obrigar a ser do jeito que eles são&lt;br /&gt;Cheios de certezas e vivendo de ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não sou, nem quero ser igual a quem me diz&lt;br /&gt;Que sendo igual, eu posso ser feliz &lt;br /&gt;Esses humanos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tokyo - Humanos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irado demais lembrar disso, né?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-8982161110399402995?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/8982161110399402995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/8982161110399402995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2009/03/esses-humanos.html' title='Esses humanos!'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-1045168812352535211</id><published>2009-03-08T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:15:30.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E só pra deixar claro...</title><content type='html'>... quero que Flávio, Max, AnÁ, Maíra, Naiá e Josi-fuinha MOR-RAM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-1045168812352535211?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/1045168812352535211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/1045168812352535211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-so-pra-deixar-claro.html' title='E só pra deixar claro...'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-8176002119445589083</id><published>2009-03-08T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:10:51.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milena, te dedico!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SbRQKImG0sI/AAAAAAAAABs/i-WGdWTlSnw/s1600-h/Milena+BBB9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SbRQKImG0sI/AAAAAAAAABs/i-WGdWTlSnw/s320/Milena+BBB9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310957995612885698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é escandalosa? É.&lt;br /&gt;Ela bebe todas nas festas? Bebe.&lt;br /&gt;A "Ice" é a sua Bíblia? Mais que tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Ela é a última a sair da pista de dança? É.&lt;br /&gt;Ela defende as amigas mesmo que elas estejam erradas? Defende.&lt;br /&gt;Ela tem crise de ciúmes do namorado e dá piti? Ã-hã.&lt;br /&gt;Ela não gosta de barangas maquiadas? Não gosta.&lt;br /&gt;Ela pinta o cabelo no tom errado de loiro? Sim.&lt;br /&gt;Ela quer viver a vida loucamente? Super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milena é a mulher comum, a ordinária - no melhor sentido dessa palavra imortalizada pelo Cumpadi Washington.&lt;br /&gt;Mas se tem uma mulher que merece ser homenageada hoje é ela. Milena é aquilo ali, do melhor jeito possível. Passível de críticas dos hipócritas que já repetiram uma dezena de vezes os deslizes (ou provavelmente não-deslizes) listados acima.&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo Milena e, por mim, ela ganhava aquele milhão suado do Big Brother Brasil. Porque aguentar a VACA, sim, VA-CA, da Maíra, Jesuis, é só pra quem tem muito espírito de luta.&lt;br /&gt;Milena, 'Ice' Princess, o dia é seu.&lt;br /&gt;Arrasa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-8176002119445589083?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/8176002119445589083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/8176002119445589083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2009/03/milena-te-dedico.html' title='Milena, te dedico!'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SbRQKImG0sI/AAAAAAAAABs/i-WGdWTlSnw/s72-c/Milena+BBB9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-7238980555718372841</id><published>2009-02-25T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:12:19.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A gente não se encaixa, Kym.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SaW0DoOqTmI/AAAAAAAAABk/1vkbrNZqfI8/s1600-h/Kim+Rachel+Getting+Married.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SaW0DoOqTmI/AAAAAAAAABk/1vkbrNZqfI8/s320/Kim+Rachel+Getting+Married.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306845710357515874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assisti ontem ao filme que indicou Anna Hathaway como melhor atriz ao Oscar, &lt;em&gt;O Casamento de Rachel&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Me identifico.&lt;br /&gt;Não estou em rehab, não matei ninguém, mas Kym, eu sei.&lt;br /&gt;A gente simplesmente não se encaixa mais em lugar nenhum.&lt;br /&gt;Quando o seu estado de espírito é o único refúgio que você tem, God, posso dizer: assim como Kym e eu, você está bem ferrado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-7238980555718372841?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/7238980555718372841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/7238980555718372841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2009/02/gente-nao-se-encaixa-kym.html' title='A gente não se encaixa, Kym.'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SaW0DoOqTmI/AAAAAAAAABk/1vkbrNZqfI8/s72-c/Kim+Rachel+Getting+Married.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-1023712067431447679</id><published>2009-02-25T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:36:11.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Das coisas me que trazem felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu queria entrar nesse clipe aqui, Love Made Visible, do Delays:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RDKrR5h-SeE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=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/RDKrR5h-SeE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" 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/1526051993186572955-1023712067431447679?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/1023712067431447679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/1023712067431447679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2009/02/das-coisas-me-que-trazem-felicidade.html' title='Das coisas me que trazem felicidade'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-7913651544932372254</id><published>2009-02-06T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:49:16.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu preciso falar sobre o Big Brother!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SYxo_YmJv9I/AAAAAAAAABc/WF-WbC8WuRI/s1600-h/Prianha+em+a%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299726299651751890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SYxo_YmJv9I/AAAAAAAAABc/WF-WbC8WuRI/s320/Prianha+em+a%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Se eu pudesse escolher o vencedor do BBB9, certamente, dividiria o milhão em três partes: Max, Flávio e Priscila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pro Max porque ele Maximiza e faz biscuit pra viver;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pro Flávio porque ele só podia ser melhor se fosse gay;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pra Priscila porque ser piranha é uma arte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Veja essa foto - dá pra não amar isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-7913651544932372254?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/7913651544932372254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/7913651544932372254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2009/02/eu-preciso-falar-sobre-o-big-brother.html' title='Eu preciso falar sobre o Big Brother!'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SYxo_YmJv9I/AAAAAAAAABc/WF-WbC8WuRI/s72-c/Prianha+em+a%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-3153920707289039119</id><published>2009-01-31T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:22:54.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching from a Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SYTAlWsZceI/AAAAAAAAABU/YXGqotYc_Iw/s1600-h/Ian+Curtis_Control.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297570809674035682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SYTAlWsZceI/AAAAAAAAABU/YXGqotYc_Iw/s320/Ian+Curtis_Control.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acho difícil alguém fazer uma cinebiografia que me atinja mais profundamente do que &lt;em&gt;Control&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Essa é uma das melhores e maiores coisas que alguém já fez no mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pelas minhas razões, certamente é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-3153920707289039119?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/3153920707289039119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/3153920707289039119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/touching-from-distance.html' title='Touching from a Distance'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SYTAlWsZceI/AAAAAAAAABU/YXGqotYc_Iw/s72-c/Ian+Curtis_Control.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-5404450891536340975</id><published>2009-01-12T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:50:14.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu novo amor musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LwNszXsbMEA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=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/LwNszXsbMEA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" 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/1526051993186572955-5404450891536340975?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/5404450891536340975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/5404450891536340975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/meu-novo-amor-musical.html' title='Meu novo amor musical'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-372942824759620339</id><published>2009-01-11T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:05:10.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We wish because we need help and we're scared</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acabei de ver o primeiro episódio de Grey's Anatomy de 2009. E o voiceover da "Merebitch" foi um dos melhores, entrou pros meu favoritos. Vê só:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We all get at least one good wish a year. Over the candles on our birthday. Some of us throw in more. On eyelashes, fountains, lucky stars, and every now and then, one of those wishes comes true. So what then? Is it is as good as we'd hoped? Do we bask in the warm glow of our happiness? Or, do we just notice we've got a long list of other wishes waiting to be wished?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We don't wish for the easy stuff. We wish for big things. Things that are ambitious, out of reach. We wish because we need help and we're scared and we know we may be asking too much. We still wish, though, because sometimes they come true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-372942824759620339?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/372942824759620339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/372942824759620339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-wish-because-we-need-help-and-were.html' title='We wish because we need help and we&apos;re scared'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-4156369677368395046</id><published>2009-01-07T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T06:06:55.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A primeira vez que senti esperança em 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SWS11Uz_QCI/AAAAAAAAABM/t9GuIRayJYc/s1600-h/Mariah+Gorda+e+Magra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288551790164262946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SWS11Uz_QCI/AAAAAAAAABM/t9GuIRayJYc/s320/Mariah+Gorda+e+Magra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mariah me faz ter esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Infinitamente mais do que muita gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Veja mais ex-gordas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/Fotos/0,,GF66394-9801,00-EXGORDINHOS+CONFIRA+OS+FAMOSOS+QUE+RETOMARAM+A+BOA+FORMA+NO+ULTIMO+ANO.html#fotogaleria=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; e tenha esperanças também!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-4156369677368395046?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/4156369677368395046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/4156369677368395046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/primeira-vez-que-senti-esperana-em-2009.html' title='A primeira vez que senti esperança em 2009'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SWS11Uz_QCI/AAAAAAAAABM/t9GuIRayJYc/s72-c/Mariah+Gorda+e+Magra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-1699764370754998625</id><published>2009-01-06T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:59:30.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resoluções para 2009 (do Séries Etc.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Não vou me afastar de quem gosta de mim (24 Horas);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Vou vencer qualquer barreira pelo amor (Pushing Daisies);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Vou fazer as pazes com quem estou brigado (House);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Vou planejar melhor o meu futuro (Desperate Housewives);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Vou ouvir mais as pessoas (Lost);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Vou acreditar no meu talento (Gossip Girl);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Se der na telha, recomeço tudo do zero (Private Practice);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Vou vencer o medo e me arriscar mais (Grey's Anatomy);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. Tentarei me conhecer melhor (In Treatment);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Vou me alimentar bem melhor (90210).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Achei essas resoluções excelentes para 2009. Talvez eu também faça algumas delas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E, em tempo, que 2009 seja um ano bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-1699764370754998625?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/1699764370754998625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/1699764370754998625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolues-para-2009-do-sries-etc.html' title='Resoluções para 2009 (do Séries Etc.)'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-9037704267328807562</id><published>2008-12-17T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:59:21.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não se fazem mulheres como antigamente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://f.i.uol.com.br/folha/ilustrada/images/08352153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 550px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 662px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://f.i.uol.com.br/folha/ilustrada/images/08352153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acabei de ver essa foto da Marilyn Monroe e achei incrível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por isso coloquei bem grandona aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E, vamos falar a verdade, é duro ver como o mundo mudou pra pior: antes, as bonitas eram como essa moça aí. Hoje o hit é Mulher Melancia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você aí do outro lado, pensou em suicídio?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-9037704267328807562?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/9037704267328807562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/9037704267328807562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-se-fazem-mulheres-como-antigamente.html' title='Não se fazem mulheres como antigamente'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-3203659143236235439</id><published>2008-11-27T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T05:19:44.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blair, Scotts, Bren e 'Merebitch'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://guestofaguest.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/26_blair_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 448px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://guestofaguest.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/26_blair_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ando assistindo fielmente a algumas séries na TV. Esse advento de baixar séries pela internet mata um pouco do delicioso prazer de esperar uma semana pra saber o que vai acontecer nessas irresistíveis novelas. Sim, porque série nada mais é do que um novelão hollywoodiano que nos faz sofrer a separação de sete dias sangrentos entre um episódio e outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A segunda temporada de Gossip Girl é a minha favorita no momento. É incrível como Leighton Meester conseguiu fazer Blair Waldorf ser melhor na TV do que no livro. Todo mundo sabe que isso não acontece toda hora (o que me vem sempre à memória nesse quesito é Jack Nicholson e o seu Jack Torrance, de The Shining).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todos amam Chuck Bass também, mas, sinceramente, é impossível não amar e idolatrar Chuck Bass. Um vilão bem vestido, rico e nova-iorquino? Ora, competir com Bass não é fácil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já 90210, God, é ruim. Mas causa aquele comichão conhecido de Beverly Hills 90210 que acaba te levando pra frente da TV, assim, fácil como o vento. Sabe o tal do "ruim, mas é bom"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E, vamos falar a verdade, a vingança de Brenda Walsh sobre Kelly Taylor é o momento mais esperado da vida para os fãs da gêmea má. Muito bem, Bren: coma o namoradinho de Kelly Marlene!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Na casa dos realities, bem, não há nada melhor no mundo do que America's Next Top Model. Eu continuo ali, firme e forte, aprendendo as poses de Jay e Ms. Jay. E o que é Heather, gente? Songa monga que se vale da doença pra sair à frente das outras. Aliás, nunca pensei que a amada Twiggy fosse cair na armadilha da sonsa. E, claro, já tenho minhas duas favoritas: Chantal e Saleisha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Na tela do meu computador, reina absoluta a série dos Scott: One Tree Hill. Não há nada nesse mundo que me faça perder um segundo pra baixar os episódios, toda quarta-feira. E, em tempo: Peyton, por favor, não me mate de tristeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como OTH faz a pausa de final de ano até 5 de janeiro, apelei pra baixar Grey's Anatomy. Mas, gente, não dá: Meredith é a personagem mais chata de todos os tempos da história das séries. Não dá. Eu verdadeiramente queria pedir a Shonda Rhimes para matá-la. E não me importo se Derek morrer junto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tenho um milhão e meio de sugestões de métodos infalíveis e requintados para a morte de Meredith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Interessa, Shonda?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://guestofaguest.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/26_blair_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-3203659143236235439?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/3203659143236235439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/3203659143236235439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/11/blair-scotts-bren-e-merebitch.html' title='Blair, Scotts, Bren e &apos;Merebitch&apos;'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-3887876978877027407</id><published>2008-11-12T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:12:07.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu a amo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i255/alcecita/1005_sophia_bush_starbucks_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i255/alcecita/1005_sophia_bush_starbucks_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Ie5eWQa39Ms/Rq_bddbK6FI/AAAAAAAAALQ/tWEq_m7u3oI/027.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...com todas as minhas forças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-3887876978877027407?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/3887876978877027407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/3887876978877027407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/11/eu-amo.html' title='Eu a amo...'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-6898865681364685697</id><published>2008-10-13T18:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:46:54.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os 10 profissionais que eu mais invejo no Universo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu sinto inveja também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sei se chega a ser aquela inveja tradicional - de querer ter o que o outro tem - e que esse outro morra na mais amarga miséria - mas, confesso: eu morreria pelos empregos deles:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0777043/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mark Schwahn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- criador, roteirista, produtor e diretor de One Tree Hill; roteirista e criador de Coach Carter; co-produtor de &lt;em&gt;Whatever It Takes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0777300/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Josh Schwartz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - criador, diretor, produtor e roteirista de The OC e Gossip Girl; produtor de Chuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0746830/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;J.K. Rowling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - escritora. Criou cada palavra da saga Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gossipgirl.net/author.vm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cecily von Ziegesar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - escritora. Criou toda a saga Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001068/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sophia Coppola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - cineasta. Escreveu e dirigiu &lt;em&gt;As Virgens Suicidas&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Encontros e Desencontros&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;Maria Antonieta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.viviennewestwood.co.uk/flash.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vivienne Westwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - a estilista mais rock and roll de todos os tempos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laurent.com.br/biografia.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laurent Suaudeau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - Fino e simples chef de cozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Jobs"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Steve Jobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - fundador da Apple e da Pixar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.acdcrocks.com/br/home/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Angus Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - guitarrista do AC/DC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abril.com.br/br/imprensa/conteudo_219880.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;José Wilson Fonseca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - presidente da MTV Brasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ai, ai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-6898865681364685697?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/6898865681364685697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/6898865681364685697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/10/os-10-profissionais-que-eu-mais-invejo.html' title='Os 10 profissionais que eu mais invejo no Universo'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-4865479316020201792</id><published>2008-10-13T17:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:49:52.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notas Sobre um Escândalo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://logo.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/450x300_judigrabscate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://logo.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/450x300_judigrabscate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De Richard Eyre, &lt;em&gt;Notas Sobre um Escândalo&lt;/em&gt;, entrou pra minha lista de 10 Mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sei por qual razão demorei tanto pra assistir a esse filme. Depois que o letreiro subiu na TV do meu quarto, fiquei pensando como eu sou burra e escolho quase sempre os filmes errados na locadora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Barbara, de Judi Dench, não me sai da cabeça. E a Sheba, de Cate Blanchett, também não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;São dois tipos de mulher em que nós, mulheres, podemos nos tornar a qualquer segundo. Com necessidades e desejos profundos e bem perigosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu adoro ver filmes que me preenchem a alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que a Mostra Internacional de Cinema, que está por vir, me recheie até quase explodir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-4865479316020201792?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/4865479316020201792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/4865479316020201792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/10/notas-sobre-um-escndalo.html' title='Notas Sobre um Escândalo'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-6954198319204130224</id><published>2008-08-24T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T15:19:15.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fundart.com.br/OFICINAS/nota_musical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.fundart.com.br/OFICINAS/nota_musical.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=EpU78IeTx_c&amp;amp;feature=user"&gt;Now if she does it like this, will you do it like that&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=EpU78IeTx_c&amp;amp;feature=user"&gt;Now if she touches like this, will you touch her right back&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=EpU78IeTx_c&amp;amp;feature=user"&gt;Now if she moves like this, will you move it like that&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=EpU78IeTx_c&amp;amp;feature=user"&gt;Come on!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando eu penso que tudo está perdido, eu descubro isso - DEUS EXISTE!&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/1526051993186572955-6954198319204130224?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/6954198319204130224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/6954198319204130224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/08/shake-shake-shake-shake-shake-it.html' title='Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake, Shake it!'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-3764851295293763896</id><published>2008-08-24T13:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:54:19.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Três Marias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinemabrasileiro.com.br/filmes/tres-marias/tres-marias03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.adorocinemabrasileiro.com.br/filmes/tres-marias/tres-marias03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O filme &lt;em&gt;As Três Marias&lt;/em&gt;, de Aluízio Abranches, nunca deixa de me surpreender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As Marias - Francisca, Rosa e Pia - são incumbidas pela mãe de ir, cada uma, atrás de um matador para vingar as mortes dos homens da família.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Minha Maria favorita, a Rosa, é uma Maria de verdade: Maria Luísa Mendonça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No resumo mais simples, na impossibilidade de o amável cabo Tenório concretizar "o serviço", faz ela mesma, então. E no melhor estilo Tarantino de ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas toda vez que vejo esse filme fico com medo das pessoas. Todas, em geral, no mundo inteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Somos mesmo todos humanos que, chegados a determinado ponto, não damos mais valor à vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nem à nossa e nem as dos outros?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sei lá.&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/1526051993186572955-3764851295293763896?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/3764851295293763896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/3764851295293763896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-trs-marias.html' title='As Três Marias'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-7102422499091647314</id><published>2008-08-21T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T18:55:10.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the faith that makes you stronger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu ando amando Jordin Sparks. Na verdade, a música dela que chegou aqui, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=oe1auWEL9IY"&gt;One Step At a Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, fez com que eu me juntasse ainda mais ao meu iPod. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nem tenho muita coisa ainda pra dizer sobre ela. Só sei que a moça venceu a edição de 2007 do American Idol (é, sempre o American Idol, eu sei...) e foi a candidata mais nova a vencer o programa, aos 17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O título desse post é uma frase de &lt;em&gt;One Step At A Time&lt;/em&gt;, música que é, certamente, a &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=4lFXy5bIiSA"&gt;Unwritten&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; de 2008 e que, aliás, é de Natasha Bedingfield - outra American Idol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pra quem gosta de pop americano que nem eu, hummm, prato cheio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-7102422499091647314?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/7102422499091647314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/7102422499091647314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-faith-that-makes-you-stronger.html' title='It&apos;s the faith that makes you stronger'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-1554443279932846392</id><published>2008-08-08T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T13:52:25.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funeral For A Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qTmMKbBoc7Q"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; If you have to let it go walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Ouvindo Walk Away, de Funeral For A Friend, hoje de manhã, me dei conta de como precisamos mesmo, invariavelmente, realizar funerais mentais.&lt;br /&gt;Quantos mortos-vivos habitam a sua vida? Fazendo as contas, achei bem uma meia dúzia de gente que já morreu na minha vida e eu fico arrastando, achando que somos amigos, que são pessoas bacanas, se importam comigo e tal. Óbvio que essas pessoas estão vivendo muito bem, obrigada, e nem lembram que eu existo.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que isso faz parte do “polianismo” diário do ser humano. Não só eu, mas de quase todo mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Funciona escrever algumas palavras pro funeral imaginário, dizê-las e enterrar o dito cujo de uma vez por todas.&lt;br /&gt;Garanto: é uma catarse in-crí-vel escrever o discurso. Depois disso, vale ir pra casa de algum amigo bem vivo, vivíssimo, falar sobre a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal de contas, estamos vivos. Uns mais que os outros, mas estamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-1554443279932846392?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/1554443279932846392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/1554443279932846392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/08/funeral-for-friend.html' title='Funeral For A Friend'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-5566836922132612808</id><published>2008-08-08T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T13:49:50.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychoteraphy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qTmMKbBoc7Q"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;" &gt;A magia da análise é justamente ser levado a caminhos que você não imagina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Há duas sessões não consigo dizer o que preparei pra falar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O bom disso é que começo a perceber que o assunto, então, preterido, God, foi parar no seu mais justo lugar: fora da pauta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não menosprezo o assunto, mas, sinceramente, foi muito mais útil falar sobre Pacey e Joey, de Dawson's Creek. Me achar em dois personagens de série adolescente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade, a mais pura verdade, é que até o ameba do Dawson Leary é mais útil que o meu assunto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viu como besteira pouca é bobagem?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-5566836922132612808?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/5566836922132612808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/5566836922132612808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/08/psychoteraphy.html' title='Psychoteraphy'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-3236039806716963526</id><published>2008-08-07T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T14:55:19.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SJtu58hBFqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SRV4Dd4QyIA/s1600-h/Pacey+e+Joey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SJtu58hBFqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SRV4Dd4QyIA/s320/Pacey+e+Joey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231897333897172642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu tenho uma dívida eterna de gratidão com Pacey e Joey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eles me fazem feliz até hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-3236039806716963526?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/3236039806716963526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/3236039806716963526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/08/amo.html' title='AMO!'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SJtu58hBFqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SRV4Dd4QyIA/s72-c/Pacey+e+Joey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-5858327547335622745</id><published>2008-07-18T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T08:27:40.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da série: Quem se importa?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Notícias na capa dos três principais portais de Internet neste momento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.terra.com.br/capa/"&gt;Terra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Ex-BBBs Alexandra e Juliana terminam namoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Henri Castelli atrai fãs em evento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Veja pais famosos curtindo seus filhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Blush é coringa da maquiagem saudável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.uol.com.br/"&gt;Do UOL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Mais brasileiros associam sexo à saúde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Coelho abre envelopes com os dentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Simão viaja pelo mundo para mostrar reggae feito fora da Jamaica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Receita para qualquer hora: sorvete de fruta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.globo.com/"&gt;Da Globo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Piercing chega aos peixes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Fábio Jr será pai pela quinta vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Ex-Dominó se perdeu? Por onde anda Afonso Nigro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- A "coleguinha" Clarice Zeitel no Paparazzo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso é que é relevância.&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/1526051993186572955-5858327547335622745?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/5858327547335622745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/5858327547335622745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/07/da-srie-quem-se-importa.html' title='Da série: Quem se importa?!'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-7553953315733777883</id><published>2008-06-30T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:17:35.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pode escrever aí!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SGk-1r0ZBCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SUxwVHi2xm8/s1600-h/SofiaCoppola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SGk-1r0ZBCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SUxwVHi2xm8/s320/SofiaCoppola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217770735301887010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um dia desses eu vou conseguir ser como ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não no cinema, mas na televisão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;É. Eu vou ser a Sofia Coppola tapuia da televisão.&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/1526051993186572955-7553953315733777883?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/7553953315733777883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/7553953315733777883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/06/pode-escrever.html' title='Pode escrever aí!'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SGk-1r0ZBCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SUxwVHi2xm8/s72-c/SofiaCoppola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-2090203845588476569</id><published>2008-06-30T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T11:16:55.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Fim dos Meus Problemas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SGkiPyotFEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_z2WBz9qYIk/s1600-h/AerosmithGuitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SGkiPyotFEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_z2WBz9qYIk/s320/AerosmithGuitar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217739297971311682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O fim dos meus problemas pode começar com isso aqui em cima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Juro que uma boa session de Guitar Hero, munida da guitarrinha estilizada Aerosmith, ia me dar muito poder pra esquecer a porção de bobagens que eu penso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ai, ai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-2090203845588476569?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/2090203845588476569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/2090203845588476569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-fim-dos-meus-problemas.html' title='O Fim dos Meus Problemas'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CClHv0A_Mhg/SGkiPyotFEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_z2WBz9qYIk/s72-c/AerosmithGuitar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-3633450833218828200</id><published>2008-06-14T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T16:57:11.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake A Smile (My Mistake)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ai que saudade dos bons tempos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Easyway, banda de Portugal, foi a trilha desses tempos de ouro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Era muito foda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quer ouvir? Dá até pra ver também aqui:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=CfNeYkv5wJo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=CfNeYkv5wJo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-3633450833218828200?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/3633450833218828200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/3633450833218828200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/06/fake-smile-my-mistake.html' title='Fake A Smile (My Mistake)'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-1529119506924062070</id><published>2008-05-31T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T15:23:31.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wannabe Bebel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gazetanews.com/colunistas/gene/fotos/024/bebelgilberto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.gazetanews.com/colunistas/gene/fotos/024/bebelgilberto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bonita. Ela é bonita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não com a beleza óbvia de Giseles, Naomis e Cindys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bebel é farta, tem ares de musa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não é a bonita que intimida, que abre concorrência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É a bonita que convida outras mulheres pra serem bonitas também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inteligente. Ela é fina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acho que eu não vou gostar nunca de MPB, mas Bebel Gilberto me faz aturar as batidinhas de violão com gosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wannabe Bebel.&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/1526051993186572955-1529119506924062070?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/1529119506924062070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/1529119506924062070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/05/wannabe-bebel.html' title='Wannabe Bebel'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-2709313050027388960</id><published>2008-05-29T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:14:22.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You Love Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nymag.com/daily/intel/11_gossip_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://nymag.com/daily/intel/11_gossip_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chegar em São Paulo é engraçado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sempre chego temendo o trânsito, mas no caminho do aeroporto pra casa, assisto às bilhares de luzinhas acesas e me ajeito no banco do carro como se estivesse indo fazer compras de Natal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;São Paulo à noite parece sempre cenário de filme sobre Natal: são os faróis dos carros somados às luzes coloridas das janelas das casas e dos apartamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;São Paulo me faz suspirar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em São Paulo tem tudo o que eu amo: minha casa, minha cama, meu amor, minha família e boa parte dos meus amigos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E luzes. Muitas delas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bom também foi dormir embalada pelos braços de namorado e por Gossip Girl. Esses são aqueles prazeres que a gente fica com vontade de gritar quando pensa neles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A foto é de Serena Van Der Woodsen com Dan Humphrey, de Gossip Girl. Com luzinhas mil ao fundo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Só que as de NY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-2709313050027388960?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/2709313050027388960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/2709313050027388960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-know-you-love-me.html' title='You Know You Love Me'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-267937666981716188</id><published>2008-05-29T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T15:25:34.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boulevard of Broken Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O Nordeste, apesar de ser famoso pelo clima paradisíaco, pra mim nada mais é que um lugar de sonhos desfeitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tá: sol, praia, coqueiros, climão... mas, gente, nunca enxerguei aqueles lugares assim e, depois destes últimos 20 dias, é impossível desfrutar da paisagem sem pensar no que acontece ali. Pra os meus relatos não ficarem tão deprimentes, vou fazer um set list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sexual Feelings (Lionel Ritchie)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Turismo Sexual me deixa doente. Ver aquelas meninas de 10, 12 anos travestidas de mulher (vulgar) é muito triste. E pior ainda quando elas se deixam usar por dez reais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gente, o que se faz com dez reais hoje em dia?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sexo com meninas de 12 anos no Nordeste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Highway to Hell (AC/DC)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquelas estradas do Ceará são uma vergonha. Nem os pobres jumentinhos merecem passar por aqueles caminhos que eles chamam de estrada. Passar por ali é só pra quem quer arriscar ir parar no universo paralelo da Caverna do Dragão: cai num buraco e dá de cara com o Vingador. Medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enter Sandman (Metallica)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquele clima areia/árido é uma coisa de doido. Chega a ressecar a alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas, ao mesmo tempo, é bonito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daqueles terrenos arenosos as pessoas tiram comida e, sim, sobrevivem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É muita força de vontade de viver. É heavy metal total, só mesmo Metallica pra ser trilha disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a Child Again (The Mission)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As crianças que vivem no interior do Ceará têm os olhares mais tristes que eu já vi. Elas não olham nos olhos nunca. Estão sempre tímidas e de cabeça baixa. Mas há uma beleza poética nisso, poesia profunda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Elas são só crianças. E é assim que toda criança devia ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Filmes de Guerra, Canções de Amor (Engenheiros do Hawaii)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os dias parecem séculos quando a gente anda em círculos.&lt;/em&gt; Assim como escreveu Humberto Gessinger, foi a sensação que tive nestes dias todos no Ceará. Amanhece, passa o dia, anoitece, você dorme, acorda e tudo de novo. É difícil viver desse jeito, assistindo ao tempo passar dessa maneira brusca e quase dolorida. Os dias são muito compridos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Banho de Espuma (Rita Lee)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tudo o que eu pensava lá era em banho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu detesto suar, mas mesmo contra a minha vontade, eu suava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desgusting. Urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-267937666981716188?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/267937666981716188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/267937666981716188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/05/boulevard-of-broken-dreams.html' title='Boulevard of Broken Dreams'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-3699428399809643912</id><published>2008-05-03T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T15:08:15.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is full of magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O melhor de fazer aniversário é receber essas coisas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi Mark Schwahn quem escreveu, você conhece e deve ter visto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei que chorou quando viu e fez mesmo aquilo que P. Sawyer, B. Davis, Luke, Nathan e Hales recomendaram.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fez pq acredita de verdade e, assim como eu, vai ter 13 anos pra sempre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parabéns, my princess!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Te amo como no primeiro dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peyton: Make a wish and place it in your heart. Anything you want, everything you want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucas: Do you have it? Good. Now believe it can come true. You never know where the next miracle is gonna come from, the next smile, the next wish come true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peyton: But if you believe that it's right around the corner, and you open your heart and mind to possibility of it, to the certainty of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brooke: You just might get the thing you're wishing for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nathan: The world is full of magic. You just have to believe in it. So make your wish. Do you have it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haley: Good. Now believe in it, with all your heart...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Eu também, A. Bell. Always &amp;amp; Forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-3699428399809643912?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/3699428399809643912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/3699428399809643912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/05/world-is-full-of-magic.html' title='The world is full of magic'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-1779793103183181042</id><published>2008-04-27T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T16:23:51.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A razão de eu achar que o mundo tem salvação</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://exclusivo.terra.com.br/interna/0,,OI2830260-EI1118,00-Autor+de+Duas+Caras+diz+que+Mulher+Melancia+esta+quase+obesa.html"&gt;Deu no Terra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aguinaldo Silva nem escreve mais novelas tãããão legais quanto antigamente. Mas o homem é afiado e sabe o que diz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vejam as impressões do autor sobre aquela mulher-fruta, a Melancia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Gente, que coisa mais pobre e constrangedora é aquela? Tudo o que se tem ali é uma moça gordinha, a um passo de se tornar obesa.  E aquele jeito dela de ficar sempre de costas, a mostrar o traseirão pra câmera. Meu Deus, se aquilo é ser sensual, então não resta outro caminho às mulheres todas senão entrar num convento e virar freiras."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ai, Aguinaldo, obrigada por tudo. Beijo e me liga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-1779793103183181042?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/1779793103183181042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/1779793103183181042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/04/razo-de-eu-achar-que-o-mundo-tem-salvao.html' title='A razão de eu achar que o mundo tem salvação'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-8593642882341281329</id><published>2008-04-23T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T10:16:30.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senhor, dai-me paciência...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.noticias.yahoo.com/s/22042008/25/manchetes-tremor-no-litoral-sao-paulo-atinge-5-estados.html"&gt;Deu no Yahoo!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Só se fala em terremoto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alguém me explica como as pessoas podem chamar de "terremoto" só cinco segundos de trepidação?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eita&lt;/em&gt; povo exagerado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-8593642882341281329?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/8593642882341281329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/8593642882341281329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/04/senhor-dai-me-pacincia.html' title='Senhor, dai-me paciência...'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-1873219587644646278</id><published>2008-04-17T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T15:24:05.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dá pra entender agora o que é ter classe?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/foto/0,,14457507-GDQ,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/foto/0,,14457507-GDQ,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/Noticias/0,,MUL413490-9798,00-VICTORIA+BECKHAM+E+FERGIE+SE+RENDEM+AO+MESMO+MODELITO.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deu no Ego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Victoria Adams e Fergie no mesmo tubinho Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você pode ver a diferença?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Victoria tem classe. Fergie, tadinha, nem coberta de ouro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Definitivamente, não basta ser magra. Tem que ter classe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-1873219587644646278?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/1873219587644646278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/1873219587644646278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/04/d-pra-entender-agora-o-que-ter-classe.html' title='Dá pra entender agora o que é ter classe?!'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-436211455342704326</id><published>2008-04-17T13:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T13:14:37.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguém explica pra eles, por favor?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/foto/0,,14459099-EXH,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/foto/0,,14459099-EXH,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/Noticias/0,,MUL413774-9798,00-FAMOSOS+POSAM+COMO+PERSONAGENS+DE+CLASSICOS+DO+CINEMA.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deu no Ego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu posso aguentar muitas coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Posso aguentar Cabrini enquadrado com cocaína dizendo que tá fazendo reportagem; Sheilla Carvalho dizendo que seu segundo filho também vai chamar Brian; Cumpadi Washington caindo no pornô; Sônia Abrãao chamando o Greenpeace de Greenpercing; Gyselle Soares balançando a bundinha do fim de semana; Diego Alemão comendo cenoura no comercial do Holiday on Ice; sub-celebridades dizendo que adoooooram o Cirque du Soleil, e até musical da Broadway cantado em português, mas isso, gente, eu não posso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alguém explica pra esses dois que eles são feios, por favor?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Se alguém me garantir que esse Titanic afunda e ninguém mais vai remexer nisso, eu relaxo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS&gt; Aposto que Bello tá com os dedos prontinhos pra marcar as digitais no papel em branco - velhos hábitos, sabem como é.&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/1526051993186572955-436211455342704326?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/436211455342704326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/436211455342704326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/04/algum-explica-pra-eles-por-favor.html' title='Alguém explica pra eles, por favor?!'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-6125637569537414976</id><published>2008-04-17T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:48:01.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Das coisas que eu não me conformo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/RSPOD/RS807~Jennifer-Aniston-Rolling-Stone-no-807-March-1999-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/RSPOD/RS807~Jennifer-Aniston-Rolling-Stone-no-807-March-1999-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Como Brad Pitt pode deixar Jennifer Aniston por Angelina Jolie?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ou melhor: como ele pode deixar o cabelo dela pelo de Jolie?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os homens sempre tomam decisões estranhas mesmo.&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/1526051993186572955-6125637569537414976?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/6125637569537414976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/6125637569537414976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/04/das-coisas-que-eu-no-me-conformo.html' title='Das coisas que eu não me conformo'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-3085760603093367808</id><published>2008-04-10T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:37:12.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viu?! Esfrega o chão que passa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://g1.globo.com/Noticias/Ciencia/0,,MUL395008-5603,00-FAZER+FAXINA+PODE+REDUZIR+ESTRESSE+DIZ+ESTUDO.html"&gt;Deu no G1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todo mundo acha graça quando eu indico faxina pra passar o sofrimento. Pois hoje a ciência faz justiça ao meu precioso conselho e afirma categoricamente: 20 minutos seguidos de faxina ajudam a baixar o estresse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu posso requintar essa faxininha aí: uma boa trilha sonora pode quadruplicar o tempo de vassoura e balde na mão. Meu top 5 de trilha para faxina é Britney, Madonna, Justin Timberlake, J.Lo e Spice Girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muito feminino, eu sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas rock farofa também pode dar certo: Poison, Skid Row, Warrant e Def Leppard são ótimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-3085760603093367808?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/3085760603093367808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/3085760603093367808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/04/viu-esfrega-o-cho-que-passa.html' title='Viu?! Esfrega o chão que passa!'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-7875176688067554</id><published>2008-04-08T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T10:57:22.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baywatch para a família venezuelana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tv.globo.com/Entretenimento/Tv/Noticia/0,,AA1677801-7175,00.html"&gt;Deu no Séries etc.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/931/nelsonrl6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os Simpsons foi banido da TV venezuelana por ser considerado “impróprio” para as crianças.&lt;br /&gt;A Televen decidiu que no lugar do desenho entra Baywatch, aquele seriado do Mitch e das peitudas de maiô vermelho. Pamela Anderson (AMO) foi uma das salva-vidas do seriado.&lt;br /&gt;Então, deixa eu ver se entendi: críticas à família americana, não pode. Mulheres seminuas com os peitões balançando, pode.&lt;br /&gt;Faça as de Nelson Muntz as minhas palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-7875176688067554?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/7875176688067554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/7875176688067554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/04/baywatch-para-famlia-venezuelana.html' title='Baywatch para a família venezuelana'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-2098877491035309145</id><published>2008-04-08T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T10:46:19.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>O Wildflower de Sheryl Crow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000AOENCM.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000AOENCM.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todas as faixas deste álbum de Sheryl Crow podem ser canções de caixinha de música. Lembra daquelas caixinhas com bailarina, de dar corda? Então. Wildflower é delicado como uma dessas caixinhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;São músicas que combinam com qualquer pensamento. De amor, de raiva, de pesar, de saudade, de angústia e de todas as coisas que as mulheres comumente sentem quando se propõem a escolher um disco pra ouvir. Quando procuram uma trilha sonora pra um momento, um pensamento específico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wildflower combina com séries. Podia sonorizar Sex And The City, com Carrie ao computador; ou os pensamentos de Marin Frist, de Men in Trees; ou um daqueles silêncios entre Haley e Nathan, em One Tree Hill; ou uma das despedidas entre Serena e Dan em Gossip Girl; ou embalar um dos textos finais de Meredith em Grey's Anatomy; uma briga entre Sam e Devon em The Best Years; ou um lamento do Pastor Camden em Seventh Heaven... Wildflower combina com qualquer cena. Um achado pros “Music by” americanos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Na verdade, este álbum é de 2005 e Sheryl até já lançou um outro disco, o &lt;em&gt;Detours&lt;/em&gt;. Mas Wildflower é pra ter no iPod, no carro e no iTunes do computador do trabalho. Sabe como é: os pensamentos que precisam de trilha não escolhem nunca os melhores lugares pra chegar.&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/1526051993186572955-2098877491035309145?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/2098877491035309145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/2098877491035309145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-wildflower-de-sheryl-crow.html' title='O Wildflower de Sheryl Crow'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-1953569874202780282</id><published>2008-04-08T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T10:41:40.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Mocinhas Raivosas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nos últimos três dias houve uma avalanche de mulheres me procurando com a mesma reclamação: homens.&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que eles vêm e vão; outros só vão.&lt;br /&gt;Pois, amigas, chega de chorar em casa, comer chocolate e gastar o telefone com aquela amiga que te diz que ele não presta.&lt;br /&gt;A solução é ouvir Lipstick. No melhor estilo The Donnas, essa banda de Santo André tem peso suficiente nas guitarras pra mandar a sua dor e seus lamentos pra bem longe.&lt;br /&gt;Assim que vocês terminarem de ouvir o CD vão ter muitos refrões pra cantar junto com as Lipstick. Afinal de contas, aquele amiga que diz que ele não presta, tem mesmo toda razão.&lt;br /&gt;Ouça Lipstick e seja uma mocinha raivosa e feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lipstick.com.br/"&gt;No site&lt;/a&gt; tem o myspace delas – é ótimo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-1953569874202780282?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/1953569874202780282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/1953569874202780282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/04/mocinhas-raivosas.html' title='Mocinhas Raivosas'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-2107698118680620585</id><published>2008-04-08T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T10:39:05.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De Marissa Cooper à puritana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/Noticias/0,,MUL390281-9798,00-MISCHA+BARTON+TEM+MEDO+DE+JOHNNY+DEPP.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deu no Ego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mischa Barton anda fazendo a sonsa e dizendo por aí que ficaria intimidada se tivesse de fazer cenas de sexo com Johnny Depp.&lt;br /&gt;Pois se ela quiser me indicar pra ser dublê dela, eu fico loira, alta e magra em cinco segundos – é só chamar, Mis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-2107698118680620585?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/2107698118680620585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/2107698118680620585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/04/de-marissa-cooper-puritana.html' title='De Marissa Cooper à puritana'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526051993186572955.post-7668470259653493011</id><published>2008-04-08T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T10:37:03.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP 10 dos mais odiados</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://com.limao.com.br/app/wikisites/posts/?id=2BFCCB580C"&gt;Deu no Limão&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ex de Paul McCartney, Heather Mills, é a celebridade mais odiada do Reino Unido. Dá pra entender, afinal de contas, ela fez uma boa rapa na conta do ex-beatle. Ah, meu Deus, dinheiro que ele ganhou fazendo tantas músicas boas com Lennon – ainda bem que ele não viveu pra assistir a isso.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui no Brasil é mole fazer uma lista com as mil celebridades mais odiadas. Eu faço uma com dez delas sem respirar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Ivete Sangalo (alguém silencia essa mulher, por favor!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Iris Stefanelli (Luciana Gimenes é Einstein perto dela)&lt;br /&gt;3. Diego Alemão (pitboy que come cenoura no Holiday On Ice)&lt;br /&gt;4. Gracyanna Bello (gente, mulher de presidiário não é celeb!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Padre Marcelo (vai pro inferno quando morrer, é certo!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Dr. Marcelo Soares (versão tapuia de Dr. Jekyll)&lt;br /&gt;7. Mulher Melancia (ou qualquer mulher fruta)&lt;br /&gt;8. Eliana (ainda não enfiou os dedinhos naquele lugar?)&lt;br /&gt;9. Xuxa (Xu, querida, vc não fica mais bem nas botas)&lt;br /&gt;10. Qualquer idiota do Pânico (acéfalos inc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas isso dá uma lista sem fim, não?&lt;br /&gt;Adoro listas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1526051993186572955-7668470259653493011?l=sourgirlnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/7668470259653493011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1526051993186572955/posts/default/7668470259653493011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sourgirlnews.blogspot.com/2008/04/top-10-dos-mais-odiados-ex-de-paul.html' title='TOP 10 dos mais odiados'/><author><name>Sour Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097852925195797211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
