<?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-6591116464967347300</id><updated>2012-01-28T11:42:05.350-02:00</updated><category term='usando anilina'/><category term='devaneios'/><category term='verão'/><category term='donut'/><category term='como pintar o cabelo com anilina'/><category term='dicas'/><category term='japonês'/><category term='anilina'/><category term='viagem'/><category term='como pintar o cabelo'/><category term='moda'/><category term='cosplay'/><category term='receitas'/><category term='música'/><category term='Belo Horizonte'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='estilo'/><category term='hair'/><category term='doces'/><category term='cromossomox'/><category term='fotografia'/><category term='Naruto'/><category term='estrelas'/><category term='cabelo'/><category term='all star'/><category term='Japão'/><category term='cosplay de Naruto'/><category term='Thayanna'/><category term='cultura'/><category term='internet'/><category term='amizade'/><category term='cultira japonesa'/><category term='Sandy e Junior'/><category term='Akane'/><category term='sapatos'/><category term='cores de anilina'/><title type='text'>lifesthayle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Thayanna Sena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6TQSAq2JnbU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACF4/jxElXdcmrV0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591116464967347300.post-4738925132633734170</id><published>2012-01-27T14:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T14:11:00.821-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexão sobre blogs de Moda</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Estudei Jornalismo por quatro anos, passei por disciplinas que não eram do meu agrado e aguentei entrevistados monossilábicos em matérias cujos temas me faziam pensar: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;quê que eu tô fazendo aqui&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Me formei (ou quase) a duras penas no anseio de atuar como jornalista de Moda. Só que, quando cheguei ao fim do curso, descobri que a forma de se produzir informação sobre isso havia mudado. Os blogs, maiores fontes de conteúdo fashion na atualidade, são alimentados por estudantes do ensino médio, &lt;i&gt;fashion victims&lt;/i&gt; (control c control v da Moda), filhas de empresários do setor, aspirantes à celebridade, tudo, menos jornalistas_ salvo raras exceções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;A nova classe de escritores tem produzido muito conteúdo baseado em marketing, às vezes sem nem saber o que isso significa. Parcerias e sorteios fazem dos blogs fonte de lucro para empresas do setor de vestuário e as blogueiras se tornam garotas-propaganda. Chanel (a marca, não a Coco) hoje em dia é metade o que ela é (ícone de qualidade e classe) e metade o que falam dela.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Não ousaria criticar os novos escritores por “democratizar” a Moda. Eu realmente gosto do fato &lt;strike&gt;da Moda ter descido do salto&lt;/strike&gt; de as pessoas comuns terem subido no salto alto e o que possibilitou essa ascensão da elegância foi a internet. O meu lamento se deve aos textos simplistas que tenho lido nos fashion blogs. Faltam entrevistas, esclarecimentos sobre termos que nem todo mundo conhece (por que usar “&lt;i&gt;burgundy&lt;/i&gt;” ao invés de “borgonha”? Por que não explicar ao menos que se trata da mesma cor?). Falta diferenciação, referências (de onde vem a inspiração para a tendência do próximo inverno?). Falta conteúdo, apuração das informações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Os digitadores de texto fashion não aprenderam as lições de Jornalismo, a ética e o lead_ por que até mesmo pra quebrar as regras e fazer diferente, é preciso conhecer o modelo clássico. Os editoriais fotográficos ficaram simples e raros. A rua virou passarela e a alta costura, o novo pronto-para-vestir (&lt;i&gt;prêt-à porter&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;read-to-wear&lt;/i&gt;, conheço as expressões, mas pra quê?). E é nesse ponto que a democracia dos blogs se perde, por que o preço das grifes não acompanhou a popularização e elas continuam restritas. E se uma das características dos blogs de moda é ostentar a marca que se usa, qual a propabilidade de ascensão de uma pessoa comum?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Não sou radical. Precisamos acompanhar as mudanças e reconhecer os benefícios delas. Fico emocionada (de encher os olhos d’água), por exemplo, ao ver a criatividade das pessoas em campanhas como a dos&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ClJuFbhiFyo"&gt;100 anos de Moda&lt;/a&gt; ou a série de vídeos &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/27243869"&gt;EAT&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/27244727"&gt;LEARN&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/27246366"&gt;MOVE&lt;/a&gt;, de Rick Mereki. Ou blogs que fazem intercâmbio entre assuntos diversos, como design, gastronomia, moda, &lt;i&gt;lifestyle&lt;/i&gt; e tecnologia. Ou melhor: as excelentes e criativas críticas á tudo isso (vide o &lt;a href="http://tododiaumlook.virgula.uol.com.br/"&gt;Todo dia um look&lt;/a&gt;, que eu adoro!).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;O que me pergunto é o que é Moda hoje em dia. O que estamos fazendo com os séculos da História do Vestuário, com os grandes designers, com o brilho das pesquisas que fazem surgir as coleções. Me pergunto até quando Moda será vista como modismo, principalmente pela parcela da população “não tão antenada”. É uma discussão longa. Uma questão de reflexão. Um objeto de estudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Por que o meu desejo de ser jornalista de Moda continua vivo, mas a Moda com a qual eu sonho não se resume ao look do dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591116464967347300-4738925132633734170?l=www.lifesthayle.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/feeds/4738925132633734170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591116464967347300&amp;postID=4738925132633734170' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/4738925132633734170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/4738925132633734170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/2012/01/reflexao-sobre-blogs-de-moda.html' title='Reflexão sobre blogs de Moda'/><author><name>Thayanna Sena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6TQSAq2JnbU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACF4/jxElXdcmrV0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591116464967347300.post-1414472629395722966</id><published>2012-01-24T23:50:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T23:50:47.869-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun is up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f2USgBk9UDw/Tx9TjFgy17I/AAAAAAAACUA/syLSeBtThG8/s1600/Summer+times.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="503" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f2USgBk9UDw/Tx9TjFgy17I/AAAAAAAACUA/syLSeBtThG8/s880/Summer+times.jpg" width="880" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kvx7lXfNLos/Tx9WhYyL_jI/AAAAAAAACUM/sdNN_-SHNXA/s1600/hands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="587" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kvx7lXfNLos/Tx9WhYyL_jI/AAAAAAAACUM/sdNN_-SHNXA/s880/hands.jpg" width="880" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/q3NwJF28wjU/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q3NwJF28wjU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="880" height="731"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q3NwJF28wjU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-om29rZDr_BA/Tx9TSzvTLgI/AAAAAAAACT4/WGRTYildDeA/s1600/DSC03488_gl.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-om29rZDr_BA/Tx9TSzvTLgI/AAAAAAAACT4/WGRTYildDeA/s400/DSC03488_gl.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ndispensáveis da estação:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;1) Clutch piton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;2) Open boot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;3) Óculos de sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;protetor solar&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Na playlist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FZqeOdT7Nk"&gt;I Can't Get Nothing&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Tiko's Groove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/VNfFTuIk-dQ"&gt;Sun is up&lt;/a&gt; - INNA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ovdm2yX4MA&amp;amp;ob=av3e"&gt;Levels&lt;/a&gt; - Avicii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gQA5gQQNkIo"&gt;Paradise&lt;/a&gt; - Coldplay (Fedde Le Grand Remix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591116464967347300-1414472629395722966?l=www.lifesthayle.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/feeds/1414472629395722966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591116464967347300&amp;postID=1414472629395722966' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/1414472629395722966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/1414472629395722966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/2012/01/sun-is-up.html' title='Sun is up'/><author><name>Thayanna Sena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6TQSAq2JnbU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACF4/jxElXdcmrV0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f2USgBk9UDw/Tx9TjFgy17I/AAAAAAAACUA/syLSeBtThG8/s72-c/Summer+times.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591116464967347300.post-5356284254773239635</id><published>2012-01-18T16:45:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T16:54:19.593-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunião em casa</title><content type='html'>Receber amigos em casa é o meu &lt;i&gt;stress&lt;/i&gt; preferido. Digo stresspor que sou uma anfitriã muito meticulosa e gosto de cuidar dos mínimosdetalhes. Convidei dois amigos pro jantar hoje e a verdade é que, depois de anos semnos vermos, o mais importante da noite é a conversa. Mas eu não perderia aoportunidade de fazer uma bagunça na cozinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fiz escolhas práticas e rápidas, considerando que não tereimuito tempo para o preparo das receitas. Além disso, a maior parte delas podeser preparada enquanto conversamos_ e os convidados podem ajudar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Menu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O drink escolhido foi o &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bellini&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, bebida típica de verão. Paraa entrada, ovos poché e torradinhas temperadas e com queijo_ servidas aindaquentes. Em seguida, salada de alface, tomate cereja, champignon e molho de iogurte(faltaram as nozes que eu me esqueci de comprar).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Teria vergonha de anunciar o prato principal se ele nãofosse ao gosto da convidada, a Taty Medeiros: filé combatatas fritas. Pra não ficar "&lt;i&gt;feijão-com-arroz&lt;/i&gt;", o filé vem com molho de maracujá.&lt;br /&gt;A sobremesa ficou por conta da Taty. Eu sugeri uma mousse, mas tudo podeacontecer (ela prometeu surpresas para a noite). Por via das dúvidas, tenhoumas trufas guardadas. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;As inspirações:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1gU_YXlVyxA/TxcRp6Yd3XI/AAAAAAAACQQ/LX16bL5w27o/s1600/zaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1gU_YXlVyxA/TxcRp6Yd3XI/AAAAAAAACQQ/LX16bL5w27o/s1600/zaz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dress Code&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Taty está de férias e a primeira coisa que perguntou foi sepoderia ir de chinelo. Falei pra ela que Havaianas é &lt;i&gt;hi-lo&lt;/i&gt;, então &lt;b&gt;já pode&lt;/b&gt;. Só não conteique eu tenho um vestido novinho em folha pra essa ocasião, muito parecido comesse da Reese Witherspoon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9GKyVKvHzYA/TxcMnoFwRBI/AAAAAAAACQI/mPqUoNF7jCw/s1600/Reese+Witherspoon+Annual+White+House+Easter+Egg0176+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="0" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="800" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9GKyVKvHzYA/TxcMnoFwRBI/AAAAAAAACQI/mPqUoNF7jCw/s800/Reese+Witherspoon+Annual+White+House+Easter+Egg0176+%25281%2529.jpg" width="532" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da última vez que convidei os dois (Taty e Will) pra jantar, fiz um arroz de forno que ficou excelente. Vamos ver se hoje eu acerto de novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591116464967347300-5356284254773239635?l=www.lifesthayle.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/feeds/5356284254773239635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591116464967347300&amp;postID=5356284254773239635' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/5356284254773239635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/5356284254773239635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/2012/01/reuniao-em-casa.html' title='Reunião em casa'/><author><name>Thayanna Sena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6TQSAq2JnbU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACF4/jxElXdcmrV0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1gU_YXlVyxA/TxcRp6Yd3XI/AAAAAAAACQQ/LX16bL5w27o/s72-c/zaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591116464967347300.post-3178383157151515388</id><published>2011-12-13T21:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T21:39:33.207-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo, pop cards e mudanças</title><content type='html'>Começou quando eu li um post antigo aqui e tive vergonha do que escrevi.Não devia. Afinal, quem não muda com o passar do tempo?&lt;br&gt;Tenho uma enorme paixão por papel. Recorto e colo desde que descobri tesoura e revistas. Coleciono pop cards (estou tentando doar, mas ainda não consegui), flyers de shows e filmes que assisti, além de guardar todos os bilhetinhos/cartões/cartas que ganho. Mas é tanto papel que eu já não consigo encontrar os que realmente preciso: onde estão as minhas contas? anotações de trabalho? Socorro!Resolvi limpar.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;E a &lt;i&gt;limpança&lt;/i&gt; se estendeu ao blog. Há tempos tô com a ideia de fazer um novo, nova proposta, novo design. E isso começa já! Blog pra mim era diário e por isso vale manter esse aqui_ pelas lembranças. Mas de rockeira, hipponga, emo eu passei á jornalista e os desejos mudaram. Por isso, em breve mudarei de endereço.Obrigada á todos que movimentam esse blog, até mesmo sem eu saber. Sério, fui olhar as estatísticas e o número de acessos á este endereço é grande! Mas ele não está mais nos meus planos.Coisas novas estão por vir.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Xo, Thay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-41eTS1h7fns/Tufb8HaWNZI/AAAAAAAAB-0/wr_21ZZdsEI/s1600/DSC00851.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-41eTS1h7fns/Tufb8HaWNZI/AAAAAAAAB-0/wr_21ZZdsEI/s640/DSC00851.jpg" width="580" /&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/6591116464967347300-3178383157151515388?l=www.lifesthayle.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/feeds/3178383157151515388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591116464967347300&amp;postID=3178383157151515388' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/3178383157151515388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/3178383157151515388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/2011/12/tempo-pop-cards-e-mudancas.html' title='Tempo, pop cards e mudanças'/><author><name>Thayanna Sena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6TQSAq2JnbU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACF4/jxElXdcmrV0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-41eTS1h7fns/Tufb8HaWNZI/AAAAAAAAB-0/wr_21ZZdsEI/s72-c/DSC00851.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591116464967347300.post-2162395263431083251</id><published>2011-06-05T15:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T15:28:46.971-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devaneios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><title type='text'>Pessoal, particular</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JSWi5dfpKgw/TevJ-7K5hsI/AAAAAAAABvM/7fOdP52R36A/s1600/DSC00349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="385" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JSWi5dfpKgw/TevJ-7K5hsI/AAAAAAAABvM/7fOdP52R36A/s640/DSC00349.JPG" width="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;O que eu gosto mais são os detalhes. Essas coisas mínimas, que exigem uma boa dose de observação. Pedem que a gente pare, esqueça o tempo e apenas contemple. Eu gosto da pele, sentindo frio e sendo coberta levemente pelos raios do sol. Gosto dos restos de maquiagem que sobraram da festa de ontem e da pinta, que está comigo desde sempre. E gosto até desses fios de cabelo, únicos e com pontas duplas, e da luz solar denunciando a cor avermelhada, fruto dos descolorantes e tintas. Eu gosto do particular, do que é "próprio de".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Gosto de minúscias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591116464967347300-2162395263431083251?l=www.lifesthayle.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/feeds/2162395263431083251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591116464967347300&amp;postID=2162395263431083251' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/2162395263431083251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/2162395263431083251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/2011/06/pessoal-particular.html' title='Pessoal, particular'/><author><name>Thayanna Sena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6TQSAq2JnbU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACF4/jxElXdcmrV0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JSWi5dfpKgw/TevJ-7K5hsI/AAAAAAAABvM/7fOdP52R36A/s72-c/DSC00349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591116464967347300.post-7464641375008820789</id><published>2011-04-23T22:57:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T23:20:04.332-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><title type='text'>Vou morrer de saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;De verdade que vou morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que a saudade mostra o grande carinho que há dentro de nós. Quando as coisas estão ao alcance das mãos, não nos desafiam, não fazem falta. Por mais piegas que seja, nós &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;aprendemos a dar valor quando perdemos&lt;/span&gt;. "&lt;strong&gt;Perdemos&lt;/strong&gt;", entre aspas. Por que, no caso de alguém que apenas está distante_ e considerando toda a parafernalha tecnológica que nós ajuda á encurtar a distância_, em geral,&amp;nbsp;trata-se de uma perda passageira. Ou seja, a saudade ajuda a criar expectativa pelo reencontro, pelo abraço, pela voz. &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Que bom te ver de novo!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto saudade antes, durante e depois. Mesmo estando junto, já sinto saudade. Não que eu não aproveite&amp;nbsp;o presente, mas penso: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;por que não é pra sempre?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Assumo sem culpa&amp;nbsp;que eu nem queria que fosse assim realmente. Comer sempre a mesma comida enjoa; sapatos e roupas, ás vezes ainda usáveis, são trocados por novos; trocamos de trabalho, de caminho, de rotina. É bom trocar de pessoas, pra depois voltar pras velhas e dizer: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"Puts, senti sua falta!"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;E fazer o mesmo com as outras, as novas_ agora também velhas.&lt;br /&gt;Aliás... tem uma pessoa ai pra trocar comigo? Depois a gente destroca, prometo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto saudade de alguém em especial. Alguém sem precedentes e que se faz especial simplesmente por existir_embora &lt;em&gt;otras cositas&lt;/em&gt; cooperem para isto, &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Obviamente não somos iguais, mas qualquer situação fica divertida se estamos juntos. Se nos entendemos apenas&amp;nbsp;através de&amp;nbsp;olhares.&amp;nbsp;Cada vez que meu coração aperta, eu percebo o quanto esse alguém é importante pra mim e&amp;nbsp;valorizo ainda mais. E o melhor:&amp;nbsp;eu acredito na reciprocidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;É por isso que vou morrer de saudade. Já estou morrendo há meses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Sorte que o reencontro está por vir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2xIQA4fEMg/TbODQ_ZVj_I/AAAAAAAABs0/zReLTwjHGAk/s1600/alexane.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="418" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2xIQA4fEMg/TbODQ_ZVj_I/AAAAAAAABs0/zReLTwjHGAk/s640/alexane.jpg" width="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hug me, by&amp;nbsp;Alexane&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591116464967347300-7464641375008820789?l=www.lifesthayle.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/feeds/7464641375008820789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591116464967347300&amp;postID=7464641375008820789' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/7464641375008820789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/7464641375008820789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/2011/04/vou-morrer-de-saudade.html' title='Vou morrer de saudade'/><author><name>Thayanna Sena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6TQSAq2JnbU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACF4/jxElXdcmrV0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2xIQA4fEMg/TbODQ_ZVj_I/AAAAAAAABs0/zReLTwjHGAk/s72-c/alexane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591116464967347300.post-6210196877695822632</id><published>2011-04-22T16:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T09:40:48.697-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dar vida às cores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu senti que minhas cores andavam silenciosas, pensativas. Elas, que outrora bailavam pela casa ao menor ruído sonoro, pareciam tristes. Decidi ajudar. Trazer-lhes alguma vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_4YcS_3YGHo/TbHIH_gNg2I/AAAAAAAABso/tKU1C7iZ9dk/s1600/DSC01369a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--eMc7vCkDPw/TbHIVpGgzOI/AAAAAAAABss/47uEwPTXZTU/s1600/DSC01372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="418" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--eMc7vCkDPw/TbHIVpGgzOI/AAAAAAAABss/47uEwPTXZTU/s640/DSC01372.JPG" width="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="418" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_4YcS_3YGHo/TbHIH_gNg2I/AAAAAAAABso/tKU1C7iZ9dk/s640/DSC01369a.jpg" width="580" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QKw2wk_MMJA/TbHIXeONRwI/AAAAAAAABsw/aZpF41eablc/s1600/polaroid-dois-velho-thumb5144697.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QKw2wk_MMJA/TbHIXeONRwI/AAAAAAAABsw/aZpF41eablc/s640/polaroid-dois-velho-thumb5144697.jpg" width="542" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Tarefa cumprida, uma piscadela aqui, um sorriso acolá, quis eu também um pouco da vida que havia dado às cores. Mas elas são travessas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q1A606urWGY/TbHH2irowcI/AAAAAAAABsg/KrIq-ZSVTSY/s640/DSC00170a.jpg" width="542" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Só que eu também sou! Hihihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ha5a3LJtbo/TbHH7H7qzbI/AAAAAAAABsk/lErFRGj5r7U/s1600/DSC00179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="418" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ha5a3LJtbo/TbHH7H7qzbI/AAAAAAAABsk/lErFRGj5r7U/s640/DSC00179.JPG" width="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GxfOikR3pjQ/TbHHymJfFwI/AAAAAAAABsc/P6n-RJ715C8/s1600/DSC00051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="373" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GxfOikR3pjQ/TbHHymJfFwI/AAAAAAAABsc/P6n-RJ715C8/s640/DSC00051.JPG" width="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's friday, I'm in love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591116464967347300-6210196877695822632?l=www.lifesthayle.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/feeds/6210196877695822632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591116464967347300&amp;postID=6210196877695822632' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/6210196877695822632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/6210196877695822632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/2011/04/dar-vida-as-cores.html' title='Dar vida às cores'/><author><name>Thayanna Sena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6TQSAq2JnbU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACF4/jxElXdcmrV0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--eMc7vCkDPw/TbHIVpGgzOI/AAAAAAAABss/47uEwPTXZTU/s72-c/DSC01372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591116464967347300.post-114387367954427727</id><published>2011-02-02T23:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T00:02:50.540-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sapatos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belo Horizonte'/><title type='text'>Onde encontrar Oxford em Belo Horizonte*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;Primeira consideração:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Oxford não é tendência de hoje. A verdade é que os sapatinhos masculinos, provenientes da "humilde" faculdade inglesa de mesmo nome, foram hit do hemisfério norte no inverno de 2010_ logo, no final de 2009. No nosso inverno, seguindo a linha do que se viu nas passarelas internacionais, o Oxford pintou por aqui, mas não pegou assim, de cara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em setembro eu fiz uma via sacra pelas lojas de Belo Horizonte em busca de um par. Nas lojas populares, os vendedores sequer sabiam do que se tratava. Nas de griffe, tinham notícia de que chegaria em breve. Em outubro, consegui encontrar na &lt;a href="http://www.santalolla.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Santa Lolla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mas, por um infeliz destino, tinha um único par preto, 37 (calço 38). Passei algumas semanas ligando pra saber se tinha chegado e nada. Nem no BH Shopping, nem no Diamond.&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TUn9jjl1OZI/AAAAAAAABrY/IjG23YVCnaw/s1600/santa+lolla.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TUn9jjl1OZI/AAAAAAAABrY/IjG23YVCnaw/s1600/santa+lolla.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Modelos da Santa Lolla: R$180&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿ &lt;/div&gt;﻿ ﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Procurando na internet, achei esses modelos da Melissa, mas era da coleção do meio do ano e já não havia mais nas lojas. Ps:&amp;nbsp;O bicolor não é uma lindo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TUn9mKzKyMI/AAAAAAAABrc/zrU0w0cbYbk/s1600/melissa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="376" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TUn9mKzKyMI/AAAAAAAABrc/zrU0w0cbYbk/s640/melissa.jpg" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Modelos da Melissa: pouco mais de R$100&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O sucesso dos Oxfords no Brasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;nbsp;ascensão do sapato&amp;nbsp;deu-se nos desfiles do Fashion Rio e São Paulo Fashion Week para o verão de 2011. Estiveram presentes nos desfiles de Isabela Capeto, British Colony, Graça Ottoni e Maria Bonita, por exemplo. &lt;a href="http://revistamarieclaire.globo.com/Revista/Common/0,,EMI121951-18234,00-PRINTING+ALFAIATARIA+TECIDOS+COM+EFEITOS+SURPREENDENTES+E+MUITO+GLAMOUR.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Até então eu tinha visto apenas uma pessoa usando um Oxford em Belo Horizonte, esse bicolor da Melissa. No final de dezembro estive em São Paulo e lá sim, vi mais gente. Algumas lojas até bem populares já tinham, enquanto em outras os&amp;nbsp;vendedores, como os daqui, desconheciam o sapato.&amp;nbsp;Acabei comprando um pretinho básico na Rua 25 de março, numa loja&amp;nbsp;tipo Elmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa semana minha amiga Vanessa Anício alardeou a notícia de que a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;C&amp;amp;A&lt;/span&gt; estava vendendo Oxfords. Fui conferir. Achei nas cores caramelo e dourado de salto baixo e em caramelo meia pata, que achei bem estranho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TUn90GNPpqI/AAAAAAAABrg/rgzPjS42Hpk/s1600/cea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="403" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TUn90GNPpqI/AAAAAAAABrg/rgzPjS42Hpk/s640/cea.jpg" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Modelos da C&amp;amp;A: R$99,90 (salto baixo), R$129,90 (meia pata)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TUn-BDmG90I/AAAAAAAABrk/KuUG1xi_4TU/s1600/cea_detalhe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="403" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TUn-BDmG90I/AAAAAAAABrk/KuUG1xi_4TU/s640/cea_detalhe.jpg" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Modelo da C&amp;amp;A: detalhe&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Achei bastante confortável. Ele não é maleável, é um pouco mais duro, mas não calçou mal.&amp;nbsp;O que eu não gostei é que ele é um pouco mais curto, deixa uma parte do peito do pé á mostra. Eu calcei com meia curta e ficou &lt;strong&gt;horrível&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Deve ficar bom com meia alta ou sem meia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra amiga, Fernanda Marques, me disse ter visto na Constance. Lá fui. Achei os modelos bem bonitos, principalmente esse de furinhos. A foto deixou um pouco na dúvida, mas ele é meio cinza. O outro, marrom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TUn-NMm-ueI/AAAAAAAABro/JX0U4mvoxE8/s1600/constance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="538" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TUn-NMm-ueI/AAAAAAAABro/JX0U4mvoxE8/s640/constance.jpg" width="403" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Modelos da Constance: R$99,99&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;A última parada foi na Renner, com um dourado e outro rosa queimado. Achei os modelos meio grosseiros. Como já se trata de um modelo muito masculino, acho que tem que ter, no mínimo, um acabamento fino, bem feito. Se não,&amp;nbsp;até a&amp;nbsp;mais feminina das mulheres fica com aquele ar de "machinho". Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TUn-ZH1ECTI/AAAAAAAABrs/txH_Ju2F72M/s1600/renner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="403" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TUn-ZH1ECTI/AAAAAAAABrs/txH_Ju2F72M/s640/renner.jpg" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Modelos da Renner: R$109&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;A &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Arezzo&lt;/span&gt; também tinha um modelo bonito, por R$149 reais, em tons nude como rosa e azul. A minha dica final fica pra nova coleção da Santa Lolla, do Alto Verão 2011, que lançou um &lt;a href="http://www.santalolla.com.br/2010/#/pt/colecao/altoverao2011/sapatos?model=oxford&amp;amp;product=6000037"&gt;Oxford&lt;/a&gt; meio couro, meio telinha. A telinha fica justamente na parte que dobra quando andamos e forma aquela marca horrorosa que inutiliza os sapatos de couro.&amp;nbsp;Esse modelo, apesar de diferente do tradicional, tem a vantagem de não formar a tal marca. &lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;Recomendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TUn-cv8ILEI/AAAAAAAABrw/LhLcnL3VPw4/s1600/DSC00551a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="403" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TUn-cv8ILEI/AAAAAAAABrw/LhLcnL3VPw4/s640/DSC00551a.JPG" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;O meu, comprado na 25 de março, R$99&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No site &lt;a href="http://www.lialine.com.br/blog/2011/01/oxford-tendencia-para-o-inverno-2011/"&gt;LiaLine&lt;/a&gt; tem um post bem bacana sobre Oxfords, com fotos bem legais de como usar. Ficadica.&lt;br /&gt;*post especial para Naiara Guimarães e Vanessa Anício&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591116464967347300-114387367954427727?l=www.lifesthayle.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/feeds/114387367954427727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591116464967347300&amp;postID=114387367954427727' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/114387367954427727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/114387367954427727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/2011/02/onde-encontrar-oxford-em-belo-horizonte.html' title='Onde encontrar Oxford em Belo Horizonte*'/><author><name>Thayanna Sena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6TQSAq2JnbU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACF4/jxElXdcmrV0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TUn9jjl1OZI/AAAAAAAABrY/IjG23YVCnaw/s72-c/santa+lolla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591116464967347300.post-5609821779032599836</id><published>2011-01-23T14:14:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T12:17:53.631-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belo Horizonte'/><title type='text'>Summer breeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;pr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;ove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;ite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tanta vida lá fora e a gente aqui dentro... vamos ver o mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTxMH81xV1I/AAAAAAAABq8/KEbd2XyinLI/s1600/DSC00850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="403" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTxMH81xV1I/AAAAAAAABq8/KEbd2XyinLI/s640/DSC00850.JPG" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Contemplar a vista&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTxMB8nxA3I/AAAAAAAABq0/X2_6ypCfW7A/s1600/DSC00816.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="403" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTxMB8nxA3I/AAAAAAAABq0/X2_6ypCfW7A/s640/DSC00816.JPG" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just smile&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTxMfSDem1I/AAAAAAAABrM/vTfdw8xRwr8/s1600/DSC00956.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="403" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTxMfSDem1I/AAAAAAAABrM/vTfdw8xRwr8/s640/DSC00956.JPG" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ser turista em sua própria cidade&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTxMFs1QeyI/AAAAAAAABq4/okmpQW_PAYo/s1600/DSC00839a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="380" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTxMFs1QeyI/AAAAAAAABq4/okmpQW_PAYo/s640/DSC00839a.jpg" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ver de perto&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTxMRqOXFUI/AAAAAAAABrA/5kUAp-M9XlU/s1600/DSC00857.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="403" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTxMRqOXFUI/AAAAAAAABrA/5kUAp-M9XlU/s640/DSC00857.JPG" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sentir o vento&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTxMVXoLdoI/AAAAAAAABrE/7TB-lKbYzXc/s1600/DSC00892.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="403" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTxMVXoLdoI/AAAAAAAABrE/7TB-lKbYzXc/s640/DSC00892.JPG" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não ter pressa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTxMae9woDI/AAAAAAAABrI/Fla1fReZwjA/s1600/DSC00952.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="403" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTxMae9woDI/AAAAAAAABrI/Fla1fReZwjA/s640/DSC00952.JPG" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enfrentar o medo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTxMjCw-mkI/AAAAAAAABrQ/bdDfNBprH2s/s1600/DSC00937.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="538" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTxMjCw-mkI/AAAAAAAABrQ/bdDfNBprH2s/s640/DSC00937.JPG" width="403" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aproveitar o dia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;#NowPlaying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;The Dynamo Of Volition - &lt;i&gt;Jason Mraz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Into Yesterday - &lt;i&gt;Sugar Ray&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;I Had Eyes - &lt;i&gt;Jack Johnson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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O acesso é feito a partir da &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Marginal Tietê&lt;/span&gt; &amp;gt; Rodovia Ayrton Senna &amp;gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Rodovia Presidente Dutra&lt;/span&gt; (SP - 070). A estrada é bem sinalizada e indica o que fazer a partir de então. De São Paulo até Campos do Jordão são 3 pedágios. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Chegando em Campos, a primeira parada é o Belvedere(ou Vista Chinesa). Lindo pra admirar a paisagem, fotografar ou ver o pôr-do-sol. Indo embora também dá pra parar lá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTCMGGpjbgI/AAAAAAAABqQ/gAqar3Aiqu8/s1600/DSC00625b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="357" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTCMGGpjbgI/AAAAAAAABqQ/gAqar3Aiqu8/s640/DSC00625b.jpg" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quase Minas, de tanta montanha. Vista do Belvedere.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A via de entrada da cidade dá acesso á vários bairros, incluindo Capivari, que é o point das atrações turísticas e barzinhos. Pra ir até lá, é só seguir direto e observar as placas. No trajeto, muitas hortênsias e belas construções.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTCKTZuJXiI/AAAAAAAABqA/0BWof-2hGCc/s1600/05.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="63" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTCKTZuJXiI/AAAAAAAABqA/0BWof-2hGCc/s400/05.JPG" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 118px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 274px; visibility: hidden;" width="96" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Qualquer pesquisa sobre pontos turísticos vai achar o teleférico como ponto principal. Ele sai de dentro de um parque, que fica no centro de Capivari, e vai até o Morro do Elefante, de onde&amp;nbsp;dá pra ver toda a&amp;nbsp;cidade. Paguei R$15 pra ir e voltar. Pra chegar no Morro, além do teleférico, existe uma estrada de acesso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTCNIe7BzVI/AAAAAAAABqU/Zx6XkJDd-YE/s1600/f2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="357" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTCNIe7BzVI/AAAAAAAABqU/Zx6XkJDd-YE/s640/f2.JPG" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um turista que se preze TEM que andar no teleférico! hahaha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTCOCwD69gI/AAAAAAAABqk/kLnxhuI_yUw/s1600/f.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="357" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTCOCwD69gI/AAAAAAAABqk/kLnxhuI_yUw/s640/f.JPG" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;O parque de onde sai o teleférico.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTCNXK0vtnI/AAAAAAAABqY/PXpSRiDOuGk/s1600/f3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="357" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTCNXK0vtnI/AAAAAAAABqY/PXpSRiDOuGk/s640/f3.JPG" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Morro do Elefante&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTCN3h_zCGI/AAAAAAAABqg/CwDuhfWl3E4/s1600/f1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="357" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTCN3h_zCGI/AAAAAAAABqg/CwDuhfWl3E4/s640/f1.JPG" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vista da cidade, a partir do Morro do Elefante.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;No centro de Capivari, restaurantes pra todos os gostos, desde a culinária japonesa até as tradicionais italianas. Só não dá pra sair da cidade sem tomar um chocolate quente. Comprei o meu dentro do parque onde fica o teleférico, mas existem várias lojas de chocolates pela cidade que vendem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTCLF-UjoII/AAAAAAAABqI/HvIopTreB-I/s1600/09.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTCLF-UjoII/AAAAAAAABqI/HvIopTreB-I/s640/09.JPG" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almoço na Mercearia Campos Bar, centro de Capivari, cerca de R$30.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTCLujE46OI/AAAAAAAABqM/uf-fOdqgKLY/s1600/10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="357" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTCLujE46OI/AAAAAAAABqM/uf-fOdqgKLY/s640/10.JPG" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almoço no Yakissoba Niji, em frente á praça de Capivari. Temaki R$11.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="357" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTCKTZuJXiI/AAAAAAAABqA/0BWof-2hGCc/s640/05.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sequência de Fondue no Mezzanino. Queijo, carne e chocolate R$40.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTCKTMjGJSI/AAAAAAAABp4/RYEnP4sdbNA/s1600/04.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="538" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTCKTMjGJSI/AAAAAAAABp4/RYEnP4sdbNA/s640/04.JPG" width="357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chocolate quente no parque, R$5 (300ml)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Fiquei assustada com o número de pousadas na cidade. São muitas e de todos os preços. Fiquei na &lt;a href="http://www.pousadabigbear.com.br/"&gt;Big Bear&lt;/a&gt;, que fica em Capivari. É bom ficar nas pousadas&amp;nbsp;de lá&amp;nbsp;pra poder ir aos lugares caminhando. Estacionar nas ruas do centro é praticamente impossível. E andando de carro a gente perde muitas belas vistas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="538" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTCOmcy7vsI/AAAAAAAABqo/TCTTkhe0ctc/s640/h.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="357" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pousada Big Bear, diária R$160 casal, fim de semana (baixa temporada)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTCKSr-ThAI/AAAAAAAABpo/gt2NSSYu1WQ/s1600/02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="538" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTCKSr-ThAI/AAAAAAAABpo/gt2NSSYu1WQ/s640/02.JPG" width="357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Detalhe do portal da cidade.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTCKS2QUniI/AAAAAAAABpw/obBAlWjL-Vw/s1600/03.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="538" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTCKS2QUniI/AAAAAAAABpw/obBAlWjL-Vw/s640/03.JPG" width="357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pousada Serra da Estrela&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTCKSXM1NdI/AAAAAAAABpg/9zBAFrRQlIA/s1600/01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="357" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTCKSXM1NdI/AAAAAAAABpg/9zBAFrRQlIA/s640/01.JPG" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Portal de Campos do Jordão&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Pra trazer pra casa, os famosos chocolates e cervejas da Baden Baden.&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTHCErS9iUI/AAAAAAAABqw/85vmQHxnvCI/s1600/DSC00696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTHCErS9iUI/AAAAAAAABqw/85vmQHxnvCI/s320/DSC00696.JPG" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caixa com duas cervejas artesanais R$20,80&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTHB2n56vKI/AAAAAAAABqs/qahXhLfXGfY/s1600/DSC00417.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTHB2n56vKI/AAAAAAAABqs/qahXhLfXGfY/s320/DSC00417.JPG" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caixa com 20 trufas R$28. 12 barras de chocolate misto R$20.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLUS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Campos do Jordão não é uma cidade muito propícia á baladas. O clima é mais calmo e propício para casais. Claro que não exclui a possibilidade de se divertir com os amigos, mas, se o objetivo é azarar, lá não é o melhor lugar. Em compensação, é uma opção boa e "barata" pra lua-de-mel e záz!&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/6591116464967347300-4633640101075062438?l=www.lifesthayle.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/feeds/4633640101075062438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591116464967347300&amp;postID=4633640101075062438' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/4633640101075062438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/4633640101075062438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/2011/01/destino-campos-do-jordaosp.html' title='Destino: Campos do Jordão(SP)'/><author><name>Thayanna Sena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6TQSAq2JnbU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACF4/jxElXdcmrV0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TTCMGGpjbgI/AAAAAAAABqQ/gAqar3Aiqu8/s72-c/DSC00625b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591116464967347300.post-2677666887973679401</id><published>2011-01-13T23:13:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:21:43.546-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devaneios'/><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TS-e22u0VzI/AAAAAAAABpY/1jUFUBL6oZA/s1600/Pompitas_by_frozeninstants.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TS-e22u0VzI/AAAAAAAABpY/1jUFUBL6oZA/s640/Pompitas_by_frozeninstants.jpg" width="583" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_481493614"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_481493615"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1057759667"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1057759668"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Teve dois grandes amores na vida. Amores ardentes, intensos, mostras inegáveis do que realmente significa amar. Amor de sentir cada momento como único, de dar e receber como possível, de se doar completamente. Mas nenhum deles se concretizou. Ficaram no fantasiar, no querer, no imaginar como teria sido. Não tiveram tempo de ser, nem tempo para brigas e discussões. Não foram ao parque, não tomaram sorvete, nem andaram de mãos dadas. Pura especulação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em dias ociosos, ela pega a velha caixa de recordações e, vez por outra, encontra algum bilhete, embalagem de bombom, simples lembranças. Se pergunta onde errou, se errou, o que deveria ter feito diferente? Ou realmente devia ser assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus dois grandes amores são seus melhores amigos. E talvez nem saibam que dentro dela flameja a esperança de viver um final feliz, como nos contos de fadas. Talvez não saibam sequer que são assim, tão amados.&lt;br /&gt;Ela acredita em "deixar que as coisas aconteçam". Até por que, não seria capaz de escolher entre um e outro. Não sabe mensurar sentimentos. Não sabe decidir. Atribui a responsabilidade ao destino. E carrega consigo o maior dos dons. E anda por ai, enxergando flores em fragmentos da rotina. E sabe, de verdade, o que é o amor.&lt;br /&gt;Havemos nós de reprimí-la?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TS-e5YQTMdI/AAAAAAAABpc/Srx1diycgP0/s1600/crank_heart_by_popsongs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TS-e5YQTMdI/AAAAAAAABpc/Srx1diycgP0/s640/crank_heart_by_popsongs.jpg" width="583" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591116464967347300-2677666887973679401?l=www.lifesthayle.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/feeds/2677666887973679401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591116464967347300&amp;postID=2677666887973679401' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/2677666887973679401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/2677666887973679401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/2011/01/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Thayanna Sena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6TQSAq2JnbU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACF4/jxElXdcmrV0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TS-e22u0VzI/AAAAAAAABpY/1jUFUBL6oZA/s72-c/Pompitas_by_frozeninstants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591116464967347300.post-4721111456841295128</id><published>2010-12-08T15:41:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T15:49:38.849-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>Destino: Teófilo Otoni (Parte final)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mostrar é o de menos: prefiro viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pra encerrar,&amp;nbsp;com atraso, a viagem á Teófilo Otoni (confira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cromossomox.blogspot.com/2010/11/destino-teofilo-otoni-parte-1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cromossomox.blogspot.com/2010/11/destino-teofilo-otoni-parte-2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;), algumas das&amp;nbsp;fotos que tiramos lá. Não são necessariamente as melhores, mas representam algumas coisas boas que vivemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Dá pra ver na primeira e na sexta fotos que&amp;nbsp;a roupa escolhida&amp;nbsp;acabou mudando um pouco. Mas a viagem foi incrível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TP-9FHAsekI/AAAAAAAABoY/iVJXDFq-D2g/s1600/DSC07606.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TP-9FHAsekI/AAAAAAAABoY/iVJXDFq-D2g/s640/DSC07606.JPG" width="583" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thay: "tira outra que eu tô com o celular na mão"; "Gustavo: e eu, com a fralda" (notem as mãos)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TP-9IzGLnII/AAAAAAAABoc/XgyZrxKQ-Yc/s1600/DSC07638.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TP-9IzGLnII/AAAAAAAABoc/XgyZrxKQ-Yc/s640/DSC07638.JPG" width="583" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Olha o anel que seu pai me deu. Hahaha "&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TP-9T_vCw4I/AAAAAAAABog/3_XvkNz6crc/s1600/DSC07640.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TP-9T_vCw4I/AAAAAAAABog/3_XvkNz6crc/s640/DSC07640.JPG" width="583" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TP-9X4FZZeI/AAAAAAAABok/lTg2dQQvY1w/s1600/DSC07809.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TP-9X4FZZeI/AAAAAAAABok/lTg2dQQvY1w/s640/DSC07809.JPG" width="583" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TP-9eBW6-pI/AAAAAAAABoo/CKDRDsmag1I/s1600/DSC07842.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TP-9eBW6-pI/AAAAAAAABoo/CKDRDsmag1I/s640/DSC07842.JPG" width="583" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TP-9iT0WvUI/AAAAAAAABos/rp49M7Gvp0E/s1600/DSC07893a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TP-9iT0WvUI/AAAAAAAABos/rp49M7Gvp0E/s640/DSC07893a.jpg" width="583" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TP-9oGA2NAI/AAAAAAAABow/CVQos8Ur7zM/s1600/DSC07969.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TP-9oGA2NAI/AAAAAAAABow/CVQos8Ur7zM/s640/DSC07969.JPG" width="583" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Primos palhaços na&amp;nbsp;Officina da Pizza&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TP-9q0AlnkI/AAAAAAAABo0/HMt7lXxC-2s/s1600/hDSC07461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TP-9q0AlnkI/AAAAAAAABo0/HMt7lXxC-2s/s640/hDSC07461.JPG" width="583" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parada em alguma cidadezinha de Minas: família!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Duas coisas curiosas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;- eu comprei lentes de contato só pra ir ao casamento, mas a que estava no meu olho rasgou no meio da viagem e eu deixei as demais em casa. Por pura sorte, eu consegui encontrar uma ótica aberta lá, onde comprei novas. Ufa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;- eu levei uma&amp;nbsp;câmera analógica, daquelas de filme, pra fazer umas fotos. Só que, em um minuto de distração, meus tios pegaram achando que era de brinquedo e tiraram algumas, de zuação. O filme ainda não acabou, mas eu fico imaginando o que pode ter saido... hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591116464967347300-4721111456841295128?l=www.lifesthayle.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/feeds/4721111456841295128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591116464967347300&amp;postID=4721111456841295128' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/4721111456841295128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/4721111456841295128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/2010/12/destino-teofilo-otoni-parte-final.html' title='Destino: Teófilo Otoni (Parte final)'/><author><name>Thayanna Sena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6TQSAq2JnbU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACF4/jxElXdcmrV0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TP-9FHAsekI/AAAAAAAABoY/iVJXDFq-D2g/s72-c/DSC07606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591116464967347300.post-7843114799801949360</id><published>2010-11-22T17:49:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T13:53:32.598-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda'/><title type='text'>Outfit (November 22)</title><content type='html'>Uma pausa. Ainda preciso contar sobre a viagem á Teófilo Otoni (MG), mas, por hora, narcisismo. Fotos que eu fiz com minha amiga jornalista Poliane Borges, sem preparação prévia, do jeito que eu fui trabalhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TOrHNxZRjCI/AAAAAAAABoI/OsnVa6PZLSA/s1600/DSC08224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TOrHNxZRjCI/AAAAAAAABoI/OsnVa6PZLSA/s640/DSC08224.JPG" width="411" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TOrHTANpLMI/AAAAAAAABoM/8w7rqUTSOuc/s1600/DSC08223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TOrHTANpLMI/AAAAAAAABoM/8w7rqUTSOuc/s640/DSC08223.JPG" width="411" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tá aí&amp;nbsp;a importância de conhecer o seu corpo: eu&amp;nbsp;tenho 1m70&amp;nbsp;e ainda estava usando uma meia pata (sandália que tem uma elevaçao na frente,&amp;nbsp;possibilitando que o salto traseiro seja maior. Leia-se: muito alta!). Apesar disso, a calça de cintura alta ainda me "achatou" e eu fiquei gordinha na foto. A pose também contribuiu, mas a lição que fica é temos que usar a moda a nosso favor e não contra, cada um de acordo com o seu corpo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TOrHYv7ll5I/AAAAAAAABoQ/4HyrDZXRGcc/s1600/DSC08229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TOrHYv7ll5I/AAAAAAAABoQ/4HyrDZXRGcc/s640/DSC08229.JPG" width="411" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Minha irmã disse que fiquei com testão nessa foto! hahaha&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TOrHcGGywEI/AAAAAAAABoU/xOpfSg8WtnQ/s1600/22nov2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TOrHcGGywEI/AAAAAAAABoU/xOpfSg8WtnQ/s400/22nov2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591116464967347300-7843114799801949360?l=www.lifesthayle.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/feeds/7843114799801949360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591116464967347300&amp;postID=7843114799801949360' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/7843114799801949360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/7843114799801949360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/2010/11/outfit-november-22.html' title='Outfit (November 22)'/><author><name>Thayanna Sena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6TQSAq2JnbU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACF4/jxElXdcmrV0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TOrHNxZRjCI/AAAAAAAABoI/OsnVa6PZLSA/s72-c/DSC08224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591116464967347300.post-8064597267738239638</id><published>2010-11-09T15:07:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T15:27:11.174-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devaneios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Ver: uma questão de abrir os olhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TNlRKYBteJI/AAAAAAAABoA/rvbycDXaYoE/s1600/Carol_Park_Bucharest_by_dianora.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TNlRKYBteJI/AAAAAAAABoA/rvbycDXaYoE/s200/Carol_Park_Bucharest_by_dianora.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TNlQsoBeLEI/AAAAAAAABn0/53fCAq3Je5w/s1600/dog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TNlQsoBeLEI/AAAAAAAABn0/53fCAq3Je5w/s200/dog.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TNlQxswfHKI/AAAAAAAABn4/WNgI07mVxUg/s1600/Smile_by_scorsagra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TNlQxswfHKI/AAAAAAAABn4/WNgI07mVxUg/s200/Smile_by_scorsagra.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Depois de&amp;nbsp;dez anos usando óculos, me rendi às&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;lentes de contato&lt;/span&gt;. Ontem eu andava pela rua,&amp;nbsp;ás seis da tarde, quando me dei conta de uma coisa óbvia: eu estava sentindo o vento bater no rosto. Não havia mais a barreira entre o &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;mundo&lt;/span&gt; e os &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;meus olhos&lt;/span&gt; e, de repende, tudo pareceu mais claro. Mais &lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;. As pessoas pareciam maiores (&lt;em&gt;pareciam mesmo, sempre parecem quando se troca de lentes&lt;/em&gt;) e as cenas do cotidiano desenhavam histórias &lt;em&gt;hollywoodianas&lt;/em&gt; bem á minha frente. Eu enxerguei o número do ônibus e reconheci rostos, mesmo depois de anoitecer. Fiquei me perguntando como pude ficar tanto tempo sem ver a vida assim, tão perfeita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Por mais romântica que seja essa visão e por mais que&amp;nbsp;os&amp;nbsp;sete graus de miopia me tragam algumas limitações, enxergar as coisas é uma simples questão de querer ver. Como diz minha mãe, ás vezes a gente "passa por cima das coisas e não vê". Na verdade, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;finge&lt;/span&gt; que não vê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Eu gosto de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;novidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;, de quaisquer tipos, pelo simples fato de que elas me fazem notar as coisas por uma nova ótica. Fazem com que eu saia do mundinho ao qual me acostumei e veja peculiaridades. Pessoas de mente aberta são assim. Espetáculos de dança, filmes, teatro cumprem esse papel. Sapatos novos e câmera Lomo,&amp;nbsp;idem.&amp;nbsp;Ou a sacola de supermercado voando nas ruas em um dia de inverno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TNlQ5pXuP7I/AAAAAAAABn8/FdF_WAs5Hx8/s1600/new_york_city_by_under_milkwood-d2zru93.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TNlQ5pXuP7I/AAAAAAAABn8/FdF_WAs5Hx8/s320/new_york_city_by_under_milkwood-d2zru93.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Todas essas imagens, novidades e espetáculos que nos surgem no dia-a-dia são louváveis quando nos propomos a aproveitá-las, no sentido para o qual foram criadas ou não.&amp;nbsp;A visão que me inspira diariamente é um tanto quanto clichê e nada elegante. Passo de ônibus por um local em que, de um lado, se vê a lagoa (da Pampulha) e do outro, uma extensa área verde com um aeroporto no meio. &lt;strong&gt;A beleza está nos olhos de quem vê.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TNlQm3qUfII/AAAAAAAABnw/w4iRH5TChrw/s1600/4be5ed1421e2efecd396a2c2a82f2902.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TNlQm3qUfII/AAAAAAAABnw/w4iRH5TChrw/s320/4be5ed1421e2efecd396a2c2a82f2902.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Felizes as crianças, que desde sempre perceberam a&amp;nbsp;plenitude da paisagem. Pena que os adultos não lhes deem ouvidos quando elas dizem "&lt;em&gt;ó a lagooooa&lt;/em&gt;", com aquele brilho nos olhos,&amp;nbsp;desnorteadas sem saber se admiram as águas ou os aviões pousando do outro lado da pista...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TNlRWB-QzFI/AAAAAAAABoE/Pf6RCcmUOnw/s1600/Cupcake_by_VorpalImages.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TNlRWB-QzFI/AAAAAAAABoE/Pf6RCcmUOnw/s200/Cupcake_by_VorpalImages.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dica:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Álbum de figurinhas, quem nunca teve? Atualmente, eu tenho em casa uma coleção de fotos coletadas da internet, imagens que inspiram, incentivam, enobrecem. O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;nós amamos isto&lt;/em&gt;) é um site que permite marcar fotos&amp;nbsp;prediletas nas páginas da web. Com uma conta, é possível baixar um&amp;nbsp;"aplicativo" que permite favoritar as imagens. E&amp;nbsp;mais: ainda é possível conversar com outras pessoas que tenham o mesmo gosto. Legal, né?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weheartit.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;www.weheartit.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591116464967347300-8064597267738239638?l=www.lifesthayle.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/feeds/8064597267738239638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591116464967347300&amp;postID=8064597267738239638' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/8064597267738239638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/8064597267738239638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/2010/11/ver-uma-questao-de-abrir-os-olhos.html' title='Ver: uma questão de abrir os olhos'/><author><name>Thayanna Sena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6TQSAq2JnbU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACF4/jxElXdcmrV0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TNlRKYBteJI/AAAAAAAABoA/rvbycDXaYoE/s72-c/Carol_Park_Bucharest_by_dianora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591116464967347300.post-4269675662201690036</id><published>2010-11-05T11:27:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T11:25:20.226-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>Destino: Teófilo Otoni (Parte 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TNQDz9SSX0I/AAAAAAAABns/gbS-pCwriEA/s1600/162068096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TNQDz9SSX0I/AAAAAAAABns/gbS-pCwriEA/s320/162068096.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vou viajar, eba! A história começa &lt;b style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cromossomox.blogspot.com/2010/11/destino-teofilo-otoni-parte-1.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A definição da roupa veio de uma ideia que já estava na minha cabeça. Fiquei encantada desde a primeira vez que vi essa foto da &lt;i&gt;Jéssica Bissuli&lt;/i&gt;, minha companheira de Jornalismo. Achei o look clássico, mas ousado. E quando pensei no que vestir pro casamento, já sabia o que queria!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;(agora a Jéssica vai acreditar que quando eu perguntei se "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #38761d;"&gt;o vestido tá ás ordens&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;" eu estava falando sério! hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Pois então, começou a via sacra atrás do tal look. A saia da Jéssica é exclusiva, foi feita por uma amiga. Eu não fazia questão de uma idêntica: o que realmente me atraiu foi a cor. Procurei em várias lojas e só encontrava modelos comuns: quando muito, um roxinho nude, que não me agradou. Por fim, achei na C&amp;amp;A _e ela tinha até os dois botõezinhos dourados, iguais aos da foto! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TNQB2D2HBnI/AAAAAAAABno/cPOmulM1OHQ/s1600/imagem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TNQB2D2HBnI/AAAAAAAABno/cPOmulM1OHQ/s200/imagem.jpg" width="116" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Para o dia seguinte, eu também já tinha uma ideia. Como Teófilo Otoni é muito quente, mas eu não queria deixar de usar algo inusitado, apostei num chapéu &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;azul&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt; com abas grandes. Pra completar, um look limpo, mas chique: camisa boyfriend com cintura marcada + short. Essa foto da Vanessa Hudgens ilustra um pouco, mas, por se tratar de uma festa de casamento, a ideia é mais elegância. Uma camisa mais singela, com salto médio e acessórios dourados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Vestuário da solenidade decidido, o restante fica fácil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ps¹:&lt;/b&gt; sou fã da Bissuli: sempre paro pra olhar o que ela está vestindo. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ps²:&lt;/b&gt; postarei as fotos das minhas peças assim que estiver com todas compradas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591116464967347300-4269675662201690036?l=www.lifesthayle.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/feeds/4269675662201690036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591116464967347300&amp;postID=4269675662201690036' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/4269675662201690036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/4269675662201690036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/2010/11/destino-teofilo-otoni-parte-2.html' title='Destino: Teófilo Otoni (Parte 2)'/><author><name>Thayanna Sena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6TQSAq2JnbU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACF4/jxElXdcmrV0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TNQDz9SSX0I/AAAAAAAABns/gbS-pCwriEA/s72-c/162068096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591116464967347300.post-1416565217387142804</id><published>2010-11-01T11:40:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T11:31:08.944-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><title type='text'>Destino: Teófilo Otoni (Parte 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feriasbr.com.br/imagens/cidfotos/267_2408_full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.feriasbr.com.br/imagens/cidfotos/267_2408_full.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teófilo Otoni&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; é uma cidade do interior de Minas Gerais, quase na divisa com Bahia, em que as temperaturas invariavelmente estão na casa dos &lt;b&gt;30ºC&lt;/b&gt;. Sério! Podem até estar abaixo, mas a sensação é sempre de calor, possivelmente por causa da baixa altitude = pouco vento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apesar de toda minha família ser de lá, eu não tenho o costume de ir sempre. Não tenho muitos primos da minha idade nem conheço muita gente, então o ápice da viagem é ir pra fazenda andar á cavalo(algo pouco típico para uma &lt;i&gt;cosmopolita&lt;/i&gt;). Ou fazer compras sozinha. Aliás, isso é uma coisa engraçada. Saio da capital pra ir comprar sapatos lá: sempre encontro alguma promoção luxo(em 2009, achei galochas xadrezas por R$50, enquanto em Belo Horizonte só tinha aquelas &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;azul bic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; da &lt;a href="http://www.seteleguas.com.br/"&gt;Sete Léguas&lt;/a&gt;). Sinceramente, eu duvido que algum morador da cidade tenha se arriscado a comprar o sapatinho fashion, mas eu adorei! Meus familiares de lá, &lt;i&gt;tradicionais&lt;/i&gt; ao extremo, nem tanto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desta vez a minha viagem pra Tchotcho tem um motivo especial (os naturais, de lá com sotaque abaianado, chamam a cidade de '&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;tióflotoni&lt;/span&gt;, daí o "tiotió"): casamento de um primo, evento que vai levar a família dos quatro cantos do Brasil para a região nordeste de Minas e a minha &lt;i&gt;super visão de raio laser&lt;/i&gt; quer registrar alguns fatos sobre essa "aventura".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Destino:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A notícia que chegou é que meu primo vai se casar e vai fazer um festão: noite tradicional de &lt;b&gt;whiskey&lt;/b&gt; e lançamento de buquê + &lt;b&gt;pato e galinhada&lt;/b&gt; no dia seguinte &lt;/span&gt;(um pão de queijo pra quem acertar qual é o mais esperado! hahaha)&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Como o casamento vai ser no sábado(13) e segunda é feriado, a família se engajou e resolveu ir. Vivas!&lt;/span&gt; E aí começou o dilema...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;o que vestir?&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/6591116464967347300-1416565217387142804?l=www.lifesthayle.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/feeds/1416565217387142804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591116464967347300&amp;postID=1416565217387142804' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/1416565217387142804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/1416565217387142804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/2010/11/destino-teofilo-otoni-parte-1.html' title='Destino: Teófilo Otoni (Parte 1)'/><author><name>Thayanna Sena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6TQSAq2JnbU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACF4/jxElXdcmrV0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591116464967347300.post-6219671454647841993</id><published>2010-09-07T16:16:00.018-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T17:14:10.155-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Coisas que melhoram o dia: música japonesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tem pra todos os gostos. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pra dançar&lt;/span&gt; e pra &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;relaxar&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, preta e &lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;branca&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;dark&lt;/strong&gt;. A cultura japonesa é que parece melhor conciliar todas as demais culturas. Incorporam a moda européia, a língua inglesa e, por que não?, a dança brasileira. A música é de uma riqueza só; instrumentos clássicos com guitarras distorcidas, vozes agudas e mixagens. Tudo junto, algumas vezes. Coisas que melhoram o dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.domo.com/yoshidabrothers/"&gt;Yoshida Kyōdai (吉田兄弟)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TIaVk5Dk12I/AAAAAAAABk8/0XndNa-qr9c/s1600/yoshida4-1226x654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="340" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TIaVk5Dk12I/AAAAAAAABk8/0XndNa-qr9c/s640/yoshida4-1226x654.jpg" width="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Conhecidos Internacionalmente como &lt;strong&gt;Yoshida Brothers&lt;/strong&gt;, eles tocam um instrumento clássico japonês, o &lt;em&gt;shamisen&lt;/em&gt;. Além&amp;nbsp;do incomparavél som desse instrumento, algumas canções ainda tem os gritinhos típicos das artes marciais. Destaque para "Canon" e "By This River".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.o-re-sa-ma.com/"&gt;Miyavi (雅～みやび～)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://darialois.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/miyavi__by_kyoowns99.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" ox="true" src="http://darialois.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/miyavi__by_kyoowns99.png" width="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/3402/miyavi0237uw0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/3402/miyavi0237uw0.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ele deve ser o mais rebelde dos cantores japoneses e a sua música é um reflexo disso. Guitarrista excepcional, mescla dos mais diversos ritmos. No clipe de &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kEH7cphEODk"&gt;Selfish Love&lt;/a&gt;, ele bate loucamente no violão e executa dedilhados de tirar o fôlego! "Señor, señora, señorita", "Sakihokoru hana no you ni" e "Mamagoto" e a própria "Selfish Love" são imperdíveis. &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ele ainda é lindo!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.utada.jp/"&gt;Hikaru Utada (宇多田ヒカル)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Utada-Hikaru-utada-hikaru-631763_1024_768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Utada-Hikaru-utada-hikaru-631763_1024_768.jpg" width="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;É a queridinha dos japoneses (e de muitos brasileiros, que eu sei!). Seu repertório pop é conhecido internacionalmente e ela possui canções em diversas animações, como Inuyasha e Final Fantasy. Vale ouvir "First Love", seu grande sucesso, "SAKURA Drops" e a fofa "Simple and Clean".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Tem muuuuitos outros, claro, e com estilos totalmente distintos_como o Aural Vampire, que toca meio electro, meio punk, meio pop. Indico ainda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pscompany.co.jp/gazette/"&gt;The GazettE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.animeforum.com/image/19172949d53f6a84cef.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="511" ox="true" src="http://www.animeforum.com/image/19172949d53f6a84cef.jpg" width="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://auralvampire.com/"&gt;Aural Vampire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vd5aobcpcvQ/TC3XDZ0g5rI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NmtZJr7zyeM/s1600/Aural+Vampire+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vd5aobcpcvQ/TC3XDZ0g5rI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NmtZJr7zyeM/s640/Aural+Vampire+2.jpg" width="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://rhythmzone.net/koda/index.html"&gt;Koda Kumi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wallpaperbase.com/wallpapers/celebs/kodakumi/koda_kumi_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" ox="true" src="http://www.wallpaperbase.com/wallpapers/celebs/kodakumi/koda_kumi_1.jpg" width="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6591116464967347300-6219671454647841993?l=www.lifesthayle.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/feeds/6219671454647841993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591116464967347300&amp;postID=6219671454647841993' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/6219671454647841993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/6219671454647841993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/2010/09/imprescindivel-musica-japonesa.html' title='Coisas que melhoram o dia: música japonesa'/><author><name>Thayanna Sena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6TQSAq2JnbU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACF4/jxElXdcmrV0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TIaVk5Dk12I/AAAAAAAABk8/0XndNa-qr9c/s72-c/yoshida4-1226x654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591116464967347300.post-6174078401500680628</id><published>2010-08-04T22:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:50:54.906-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='receitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doces'/><title type='text'>Açúcar e rock; donut e Free.</title><content type='html'>Ouvindo: &lt;em&gt;Free&lt;/em&gt;, disco lançado em 1969 pela banda &lt;strong&gt;Free&lt;/strong&gt;. Para criar a capa, o fotógrafo fez uma modelo nua pular sobre caixas e rampas de madeira, enquanto ele, deitado no chão, jogava luzes e clicava. Total&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt;, não?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://poeirablog.wordpress.com/2009/09/14/capas-historicas-free-1969/"&gt;Daqui&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TFoLE3fA0zI/AAAAAAAABjE/qR8cxwA7dzc/s1600/Front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="313" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TFoLE3fA0zI/AAAAAAAABjE/qR8cxwA7dzc/s320/Front.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ganhei hoje esse cd e o "&lt;em&gt;Tons of Sobs&lt;/em&gt;", primeiro da banda. Eu estava num taxi, conversando com o motorista sobre rock psicodélico, e ele me presenteou com os cd's. Gostei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;(ele me&amp;nbsp;falou&amp;nbsp;sobre uma banda chamada&amp;nbsp;"&lt;strong&gt;Grave&lt;/strong&gt;" e disse que não se encontra discos dela por aqui, nem pra baixar. Se alguém tiver, por favor, avise-me!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Hoje eu comi um &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Donut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e lamentei ter passado tanto tempo sem provar essa delícia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TFoTbgRW09I/AAAAAAAABkE/sRPj65641ps/s1600/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="206" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TFoTbgRW09I/AAAAAAAABkE/sRPj65641ps/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Donut é esse bolinho redondo pelo qual o &lt;em&gt;Homer Simpson&lt;/em&gt; é apaixonado. Ele ficou famoso por causa da &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.dunkindonuts.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Dunkin'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Donuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Nos Estados Unidos, tanto o bolo em formato de rosca quanto o que chamamos de sonho(sem o furo no meio) tem o mesmo nome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Os donuts podem ter coberturas diversas, de chocolate, glacê, açúcar. Também podem ser recheados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Eu comi um recheado com aquele creme de ovos da Marta Rocha e coberto por chocolate, da Trigaria (&lt;em&gt;Av. Afonso Pena, 3000&lt;/em&gt;). Gostei tanto que vou fazer uns no fim de semana(&lt;a href="http://g1.globo.com/Noticias/Cinema/0,,MUL90098-7086,00.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; algumas receitas). Depois mostro o resultado. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TFoXzf6_OdI/AAAAAAAABkU/PUFMq21y8kE/s1600/simpson_doughnut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="127" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TFoXzf6_OdI/AAAAAAAABkU/PUFMq21y8kE/s400/simpson_doughnut.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591116464967347300-6174078401500680628?l=www.lifesthayle.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/feeds/6174078401500680628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591116464967347300&amp;postID=6174078401500680628' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/6174078401500680628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/6174078401500680628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/2010/08/acucar-e-rock-donut-e-free.html' title='Açúcar e rock; donut e Free.'/><author><name>Thayanna Sena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6TQSAq2JnbU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACF4/jxElXdcmrV0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/TFoLE3fA0zI/AAAAAAAABjE/qR8cxwA7dzc/s72-c/Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591116464967347300.post-4852340423210267484</id><published>2009-12-27T20:12:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T20:23:07.200-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfil do signo de Escorpião</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/SzfdKpUPHbI/AAAAAAAABgI/dx-58js2hdw/s1600-h/scorpio_bloodybabyblue.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 355px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420043851522842034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/SzfdKpUPHbI/AAAAAAAABgI/dx-58js2hdw/s400/scorpio_bloodybabyblue.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quem nasce no tempo de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Escorpião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; recebe do céu um dom que, se não for bem compreendido e bem usado, pode ser fonte de muita perturbação: a capacidade de perceber a tensão que está dentro das coisas e que vai fazer elas mudarem. Ao contrário de Touro, que se encanta e se apaixona pelas coisas como elas parecem ser, Escorpião é atraído pelo &lt;strong&gt;mundo misterioso&lt;/strong&gt; que existe por trás das aparências.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre associado à &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, à violência, ao ciúme e à &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sexualidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; exagerada, é talvez o mais mal falado de todos os signos. É possível que a má fama tenha vindo do fato de que, para os povos que criaram a astrologia, essa época do ano correspondia ao outono, o tempo em que a natureza ensina aos homens que morrer é natural. Mais do que natural, é necessário.&lt;br /&gt;Por sua oposição ao signo de Touro, que simboliza a Primavera, Escorpião sabe que mesmo as coisas mais perfeitas e belas não vão ser perfeitas e belas para sempre. E pressente o que elas vão ser depois. Touro se encanta com a beleza das flores. Escorpião é apaixonado pelas sementes que só vão mostrar sua força depois da morte da flor.&lt;br /&gt;Quem nasce com o sol em Escorpião vê o mundo e as outras pessoas com olhos de raio -X e isso às vezes cria problemas. Como imaginam que todo mundo pode ver o que eles veem, tendem a ser muito fechados. Criam uma verdadeira barreira em torno dos seus sentimentos, que são sempre muito intensos. Eles estão sempre “morrendo” de amor, “morrendo” de saudade, “morrendo” de rir, “morrendo” de raiva.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando a imensa energia desse signo misterioso encontra uma saída construtiva é que podemos avaliar a força de um Escorpião. Uma força como aquela que animou o sociólogo Betinho, o homem que fez da luta contra a morte pessoal um símbolo emocionante da grande luta coletiva contra a morte pela fome e pela miséria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/SzfdWJq6I4I/AAAAAAAABgQ/KWHHSeVAakY/s1600-h/scorpio20.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://delas.ig.com.br/escorpiao/p1237505138808.html"&gt;IG Delas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591116464967347300-4852340423210267484?l=www.lifesthayle.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/feeds/4852340423210267484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591116464967347300&amp;postID=4852340423210267484' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/4852340423210267484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/4852340423210267484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/2009/12/perfil-do-signo-de-escorpiao.html' title='Perfil do signo de Escorpião'/><author><name>Thayanna Sena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6TQSAq2JnbU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACF4/jxElXdcmrV0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/SzfdKpUPHbI/AAAAAAAABgI/dx-58js2hdw/s72-c/scorpio_bloodybabyblue.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591116464967347300.post-6170774171843874003</id><published>2009-11-29T14:58:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T15:34:45.689-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devaneios'/><title type='text'>O dia em que eu ganhei uma rosa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;... e descobri a criatividade e o romantismo masculinos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Existe aí um "boato" de que toda mulher gosta de ganhar flores. Em partes, é bem bonito receber rosas vermelhas de um cara lindo e perfumado, deixando todas as moçoilas boquiabertas ao redor. Por outro lado, com a consciência ambiental e econômica atuais, fica difícil não pensar duas vezes antes de causar esse estrago á natureza e ao bolso_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;vocês tem esses bons argumentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; (ou desculpas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, rapazes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dia desses eu estava de passeio com um certo moço, educadíssimo e inteligente, e não posso negar que o simples fato de estar com ele já me fazia bem feliz. O que chamou minha atenção, no entanto, foi uma singela atitude dele. Estávamos numa praça, com um grande jardim. Ele olhou para as rosas e escolheu a mais bonita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tá vendo aquela flor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"_ele disse_ "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;É pra você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Naquele momento ele não precisou soltar a minha mão e ir até lá arrancar a rosa. Ela continuou linda, ornando o jardim e eu havia ganhado uma demonstração de carinho indescritível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Engraçado é que eu nunca ganhei um buquê de flores e, depois desse dia, não tenho a menor vontade. Diante de tantas atitudes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;blasés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; e comuns, me sinto agraciada pela vida ao viver esses momentos divinos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/SxKvTPyiOsI/AAAAAAAABfQ/RBY-ExdcYms/s400/blog.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409578847616252610" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nós, mulheres, deveríamos dar menos atenção ao que é convencionado como romântico e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;observar as sutilezas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Vocês, homens, deveriam se permitir mais, ousar mais e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;sair do lugar comum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Se formos atentos, perceberemos que ganhamos flores todos os dias. É que, no meio de tantos espinhos, as gentilezas, elogios e abraços podem ficar perdidos, obscuros, distantes. Mas estão lá, como botões, tímidos. Pena que seja difícil perceber que um simples sorriso pode fazê-los desabrochar. Nunca custa tentar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591116464967347300-6170774171843874003?l=www.lifesthayle.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/feeds/6170774171843874003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591116464967347300&amp;postID=6170774171843874003' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/6170774171843874003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/6170774171843874003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/2009/11/o-dia-em-que-eu-ganhei-uma-rosa.html' title='O dia em que eu ganhei uma rosa...'/><author><name>Thayanna Sena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6TQSAq2JnbU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACF4/jxElXdcmrV0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/SxKvTPyiOsI/AAAAAAAABfQ/RBY-ExdcYms/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591116464967347300.post-162448640389009453</id><published>2009-07-11T12:14:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:02:29.798-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sapatos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda'/><title type='text'>Shoes lover's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Eu amo sapatos. Sério! Estou arrumando as malas pra viajar e o que mais me dói é não poder levar todos eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357224298396112194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/SlivHZf91UI/AAAAAAAABTc/uPORIrjg-q4/s320/manolo-blahnik-mancia.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"&gt;Há quem não entenda, mas sapatos são fundamentais e existe um pra cada ocasião. Ponto. Como podem querer que a gente use a mesma sandália no trabalho, no happy hour e numa festa? Mulheres versáteis mas nem tanto. O sapato muda a cara da produção. É uma peça tão importante quanto relógios, brincos, lenços e outros acessórios. Me arriscaria a dizer que são mais importantes até que a própria roupa (eu não sairia pelas ruas usando apenas sapatos por que consistiria em atentado ao pudor. Mas, se não fosse por isso e eu tivesse um Manolo Blahnik desse aqui ao lado, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;why not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tenho percebido que a criatividade do Design de Moda têm se extendido àos calçados e acessórios. A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.assintecal.org.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Assintecal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; produz, a cada estação, um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.assintecal.org.br/forum"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fórum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; de inspirações com as tendências em tecidos, cores, formas e texturas para estes, e tenho visto coisas muito variadas que propiciam a produção de sapatos únicos e &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;super desejáveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. A inovação da indústria calçadista faz com que as idéias dos designers possam ser colocadas em prática com um alto nível de qualidade e excelência. E, pra nossa alegria, eles chegam ás prateleiras com preços cada vez mais acessíveis. Oba!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"&gt;Desde que começou a se falar em &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ankle boot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; no hemisfério norte (umas três ou quatro estações atrás) eu ando á procura por aqui. Em vão. Os vendedores nem sabiam o que era, eu precisava explicar que era uma bota que terminava no tornozelo. Na estação passada, porém, eu consegui encontrar em algumas lojas. E comprei uma lindíssima, da Via Marte, por R$120 (&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;eu achei uma pechincha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;). E o conforto do sapato é inenarrável. Ultimamente, é o único salto que eu tenho usado, tanto pela beleza, quanto pela possibilidade de andar "longas distâncias" sem ficar com calos (hahaha). Recomendo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"&gt;Os meus estilistas preferidos são o já citado Manolo e Cesare Paciotti. Vejam esse, que luxo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357236039360520130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/Sli5y0ABH8I/AAAAAAAABTs/b6f9XGZAhk0/s200/cesare+paciotti.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Aliás, observadores, Lily Allen já desfilou com um desse. A diferença é que o salto era liso, da mesma cor da ponta. Nota-se que não há nada assim de espantoso nos modelos. Nem materiais raros, nem design muito inusitado. O toque de classe fica por conta da estampa geométrica, talvez característica da estação em que foi lançada. Mas, sinceramente, eu, adepta á &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;slow fashion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, usaria esses sapatos em qualquer estação. São fantásticos demais para serem dispensados. Aliás, qual sapato não é?! Eu amo sapatos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps: acabo de descobri que o sapato que eu tava cotando no ebay sumiu de lá. Era o sapato da minha vida! Eu nunca mais ia querer outro pisante depois dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É! Pensando bem, foi melhor assim. Eu posso continuar minha peregrinação por lojas de sapatos. E agora eu quero um All Star branco e uma sandália vermelha. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Here we go-o!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;uvindo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Abba - Take a change on M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591116464967347300-162448640389009453?l=www.lifesthayle.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/feeds/162448640389009453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591116464967347300&amp;postID=162448640389009453' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/162448640389009453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/162448640389009453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/2009/07/shoes-lovers.html' title='Shoes lover&apos;s'/><author><name>Thayanna Sena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6TQSAq2JnbU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACF4/jxElXdcmrV0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/SlivHZf91UI/AAAAAAAABTc/uPORIrjg-q4/s72-c/manolo-blahnik-mancia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591116464967347300.post-1676439735746545165</id><published>2008-12-03T13:47:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:04:43.094-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cromossomox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thayanna'/><title type='text'>Revoluções de verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/STarbw_u7dI/AAAAAAAAAs8/nR4Wp1qmhGM/s1600-h/2362074575_efcac14bf2_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/STarbw_u7dI/AAAAAAAAAs8/nR4Wp1qmhGM/s400/2362074575_efcac14bf2_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275592507008150994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega aquela época do ano em que você começa a repensar a vida. Sabe como é, fim de ano combina com novos planos. "Eu prometo", "eu vou fazer isso e aquilo", praticamente uma campanha política. Só que dessa vez os 'políticos ' e principais beneficiados (ou não) somos nós mesmos e o futuro depende das nossas decisões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decidi dar um tempo no blog. Ou melhor, oficializar minha ausência. Afinal, há tempos não posto com o carinho e dedicação que anteriormente dediquei á este pequeno espaço. Sei que são muitos os que, por acaso ou intencionalmente, vêm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dar uma espiadinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Fico extremamente feliz por perceber isso, através de comentários(aqui, ou por email ou no orkut), de links para minhas postagens e seguidores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E justamente em consideração á vocês eu anuncio uma nova fase do "&lt;a href="http://cromossomox.blogspot.com/"&gt;Devaneios de uma garota feliz&lt;/a&gt;". A Thay cresceu, virou &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;pseudo-estilista&lt;/span&gt;, jornalista, se acostumou ao &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;salto alto&lt;/span&gt; e adora &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;vestidinhos românticos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Porém, permanece a busca por estilo, a vontade de fazer e ser diferente, o gosto por escrever e por fazer amizades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, a partir de 2009 o cromossomox.blogspot.com será um canal jornalístico de estilo, comportamento e tudo o mais que, assim, por acaso, se mostrar interessante para nós, jovens, ávidos por novidades e informação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso adiantar que há um projeto interligado á um programa de televisão e outro de  parcerias com sites de estilo(&lt;u&gt;interessados, entrem em contato&lt;/u&gt; ;D).&lt;br /&gt;Até lá, divirtam-se com as festinhas de fim de ano... eu vou trabalhar. E muito!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada,&lt;br /&gt;Thayanna Sena (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cromossomo x&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591116464967347300-1676439735746545165?l=www.lifesthayle.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/feeds/1676439735746545165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591116464967347300&amp;postID=1676439735746545165' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/1676439735746545165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/1676439735746545165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/2008/12/revolues-de-vero.html' title='Revoluções de verão'/><author><name>Thayanna Sena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6TQSAq2JnbU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACF4/jxElXdcmrV0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/STarbw_u7dI/AAAAAAAAAs8/nR4Wp1qmhGM/s72-c/2362074575_efcac14bf2_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591116464967347300.post-5609375310659448375</id><published>2008-11-01T21:15:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:27:58.498-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosplay de Naruto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naruto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultira japonesa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultura'/><title type='text'>cosplay japonês x cosplay norte-americano</title><content type='html'>Achei um &lt;a href="http://www.morbidoptimism.com/forums/2007/05/03/americans-shouldnt-cosplay"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;em inglês&lt;/span&gt;) sobre cosplays extremamente bom. Ele faz comparações entre os cosplayers japoneses (chamados, com razão, de "bons") e os americanos. E a diferença é gritante, como se vê nas imagens a seguir, de um dos mais famosos animes da atualidade: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Naruto&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://morbidoptimism.com/images/ogNaruto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 342px;" src="http://morbidoptimism.com/images/ogNaruto.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://morbidoptimism.com/images/goodNaruto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 310px;" src="http://morbidoptimism.com/images/goodNaruto.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reparem nas expressões dos cosplayers para a foto. Quem conhece o anime sabe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bem&lt;/span&gt; que os personagens &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;são assim&lt;/span&gt; mesmo. Olha a carinha de "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mongol&lt;/span&gt;" do Naruto! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://morbidoptimism.com/images/amNaruto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 295px;" src="http://morbidoptimism.com/images/amNaruto.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dispensa comentários,né?! --'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591116464967347300-5609375310659448375?l=www.lifesthayle.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/feeds/5609375310659448375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591116464967347300&amp;postID=5609375310659448375' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/5609375310659448375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/5609375310659448375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/2008/11/cosplay-japons-x-cosplay-norte.html' title='cosplay japonês x cosplay norte-americano'/><author><name>Thayanna Sena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6TQSAq2JnbU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACF4/jxElXdcmrV0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591116464967347300.post-7389351849601209796</id><published>2007-12-09T18:46:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T23:59:46.528-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabelo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anilina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cores de anilina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usando anilina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estilo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='como pintar o cabelo com anilina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='como pintar o cabelo'/><title type='text'>Misturas de anilina que resultam cores da Special Effects</title><content type='html'>Toda vez que eu penso em pintar o cabelo com anilina preciso passar 'horas' buscando os tons no &lt;a href="http://www.roxystyle.blogger.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roxy Style&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Então, por que não postá-los aqui e facilitar minha vida?:B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;huehuehuehue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuances Special Effects  Mistura de anilina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Atomic Pink&lt;/span&gt; - Gerânio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eletric Blue&lt;/span&gt; - Azul Pavão + Celeste **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cherry Bomb&lt;/span&gt; - Rosa + Vermelho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Cupcake Pink&lt;/span&gt; - Gerânio + Violeta (em poucas quantidades e + gerânio)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Deep Purple&lt;/span&gt; - Violeta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Fishbowl&lt;/span&gt; - Esmeralda + Celeste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Iguana Green&lt;/span&gt; - Celeste + Amarelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Joyride&lt;/span&gt; - Gerânio + Violeta (em poucas quantidades e + violeta)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Limelight&lt;/span&gt; - Esmeralda + Amarelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Napalm Orange&lt;/span&gt; - Vermelhão + Laranja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Blood Red&lt;/span&gt; - Vermelho + Vinho Mogno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nuclear Red&lt;/span&gt; - Vermelho + Rosa + Vinho Mogno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pimpin Purple&lt;/span&gt; - Gerânio + Violeta (em médias quantidades)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Virgin Rose&lt;/span&gt; - Gerânio + Vinho Mogno + Violeta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sonic Green&lt;/span&gt; - Celeste + Verde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Wild Flower&lt;/span&gt; - Azul Pavão + Violeta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps:as cores das legendas são genéricas...algumas são bem parecidas, outras nem tanto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O RoxyStyle apresentava uma outra versão quanto á essas misturas que eu acho legal postar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/R1xZbUSqDTI/AAAAAAAAAVM/pr60AGJfhEA/s1600-h/azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142083200388566322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/R1xZbUSqDTI/AAAAAAAAAVM/pr60AGJfhEA/s200/azul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special Effects&lt;/strong&gt;: Eletric Blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeans Color&lt;/strong&gt;: Ocean Blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anilina&lt;/strong&gt;: Celeste + Azul Pavão &lt;b&gt;**&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/R1xZvkSqDUI/AAAAAAAAAVU/xx7e1YOhYtQ/s1600-h/rosa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142083548280917314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/R1xZvkSqDUI/AAAAAAAAAVU/xx7e1YOhYtQ/s200/rosa1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special Effects&lt;/strong&gt;: Virgin Rose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeans Color&lt;/strong&gt;: Magenta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anilina&lt;/strong&gt;: Gerânio + Violeta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/R1xbCUSqDVI/AAAAAAAAAVc/7Kke0KX_Sao/s1600-h/verde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142084969915092306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/R1xbCUSqDVI/AAAAAAAAAVc/7Kke0KX_Sao/s200/verde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special Effects&lt;/strong&gt;: Fishbownl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeans Color&lt;/strong&gt;: (não possui essa tonalidade)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anilina&lt;/strong&gt;: Azul Celeste + Esmeralda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obs&lt;/strong&gt;.: + esmeralda p/ efeito + esverdeado, ou, + celeste p/ efeito + azulado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/R1xcpUSqDWI/AAAAAAAAAVk/6ASULGCUMEQ/s1600-h/roxo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142086739441618274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/R1xcpUSqDWI/AAAAAAAAAVk/6ASULGCUMEQ/s200/roxo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special Effects&lt;/strong&gt;: Wildflower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeans Color&lt;/strong&gt;: Violet (p/ um roxo + escuro)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anilina&lt;/strong&gt;: Violeta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obs&lt;/strong&gt;.: altere a quantidade de anilina, conforme a tonalidade de roxo desejada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;** &lt;/b&gt;Essa postagem foi alterada em relação ao site original por que, por experiência própria, eu posso dizer que as cores corretas são Azul pavão e Celeste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591116464967347300-7389351849601209796?l=www.lifesthayle.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/feeds/7389351849601209796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591116464967347300&amp;postID=7389351849601209796' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/7389351849601209796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/7389351849601209796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/2007/12/misturas-de-anilina-que-resultam-cores.html' title='Misturas de anilina que resultam cores da Special Effects'/><author><name>Thayanna Sena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6TQSAq2JnbU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACF4/jxElXdcmrV0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/R1xZbUSqDTI/AAAAAAAAAVM/pr60AGJfhEA/s72-c/azul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591116464967347300.post-7702509599503190612</id><published>2007-10-14T02:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:05:57.306-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandy e Junior'/><title type='text'>Separação: Sandy e Junior decidem encerrar carreira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/RxGb90RkKKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/q8yp0vQrqYs/s1600-h/sandyejunior1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121045737603606690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/RxGb90RkKKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/q8yp0vQrqYs/s400/sandyejunior1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após 17 anos juntos, os irmãos &lt;a title="Veja cifras de Sandy e Junior" onclick=" " href="http://cifraclub.terra.com.br/cifras/sandy-e-junior-musicas/" target="_blank"&gt;Sandy e Junior&lt;/a&gt; divulgaram o fim da dupla formada em Campinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi publicado no &lt;a href="http://www.sandyejunior.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;site oficial&lt;/a&gt; dos músicos um vídeo onde eles falam sobre a decisão. Embora eles não informem objetivamente qual o motivo da separação, eles afirmam que estão muito seguros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O "Acústico MTV", cuja gravação está marcada para maio, será o encerramento oficial da carreira dos dois. A separação da dupla justifica a recente polêmica sobre o show para o Papa. Com relação aos futuros passos dos irmãos dizem ainda não ter uma definição. "A gente quer continuar trabalhando com música. Mas o que a gente vai fazer e como, não temos a menor idéia", comentou Junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy, de 24 anos, já estava se dedicando à carreira solo há um bom tempo, e recentemente tem se apresentado por todo o país com um projeto de músicas de jazz. Enquanto isso, Junior, de 23 anos, tem uma banda de rock e pop na capital paulista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cifraclub.terra.com.br/noticias/4897-separacao-sandy-junior-decidem-encerrar-carreira.html"&gt;Cifraclub&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 de abrl de 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591116464967347300-7702509599503190612?l=www.lifesthayle.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/feeds/7702509599503190612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591116464967347300&amp;postID=7702509599503190612' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/7702509599503190612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/7702509599503190612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/2007/10/separao-sandy-e-junior-decidem-encerrar.html' title='Separação: Sandy e Junior decidem encerrar carreira'/><author><name>Thayanna Sena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6TQSAq2JnbU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACF4/jxElXdcmrV0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/RxGb90RkKKI/AAAAAAAAAO8/q8yp0vQrqYs/s72-c/sandyejunior1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591116464967347300.post-4319447358760057336</id><published>2007-10-10T19:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:05:59.029-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devaneios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all star'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estrelas'/><title type='text'>Contando All Star’s</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/Rw1OG0RkKCI/AAAAAAAAAN8/UfHpS2fXKqE/s1600-h/All_Star___Green_by_SagetHollen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119834230408620066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/Rw1OG0RkKCI/AAAAAAAAAN8/UfHpS2fXKqE/s400/All_Star___Green_by_SagetHollen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;               Acho que não tenho nenhum problema mental...pelo menos acho que contar quantas pessoas usam &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;All Star&lt;/span&gt; não é um deles.Sim,eu conto tênis pelas ruas. Não é sempre mas ás vezes observo os pés das pessoas para ver meu sapato preferido enfeitando pés de “gente de estilo”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;               Frustrante&lt;/span&gt; é que os números raramente ultrapassam os meus dedos das mãos. No dia-a-dia, nas pessoas do ônibus e nas que vejo fora dele geralmente não há um sequer. Pra não ficar triste, olho pro meu próprio pé e pronto!Um, ao menos! Na escola, hummm...dois,cinco, em dias de sorte, oito,dez!E só...&lt;br /&gt;               Salvam os &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;eventos&lt;/span&gt; juvenis e faculdades, onde esse numero, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aleluia!,&lt;/span&gt; ultrapassam todos os meus dedos. E o meu riso vai de orelha á orelha, percebendo novos modelos e novas tendências. E surpreendentemente, fico feliz por ver tantas pessoas com pelo menos um gosto em comum comigo.&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Felicidade&lt;/span&gt; maior tenho ao ver adultos e, sim, idosos usando All Star... mas isso é assunto pra um próximo post! Por enquanto fico contando estrelas por aí. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Todas as estrelas&lt;/span&gt;, aliás!;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119834621250644018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/Rw1OdkRkKDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/zwW70TWc4Oo/s320/All_Star_by_Charrr.jpg" border="0" /&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/6591116464967347300-4319447358760057336?l=www.lifesthayle.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/feeds/4319447358760057336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591116464967347300&amp;postID=4319447358760057336' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/4319447358760057336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/4319447358760057336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/2007/10/contando-all-stars.html' title='Contando All Star’s'/><author><name>Thayanna Sena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6TQSAq2JnbU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACF4/jxElXdcmrV0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OTzRoHkM-z8/Rw1OG0RkKCI/AAAAAAAAAN8/UfHpS2fXKqE/s72-c/All_Star___Green_by_SagetHollen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591116464967347300.post-8646431501682856160</id><published>2007-09-16T11:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T11:28:33.095-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japonês'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Akane'/><title type='text'>Como falar "estou com saudades" em japonês</title><content type='html'>Akane,em 14 de setembro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou com saudades= Watashi wa koishii,&lt;br /&gt;Watashi=eu ou estou,&lt;br /&gt;Estou com saudades de vc=Watashi wa anata ga koishii,&lt;br /&gt;Anata=voce[Watashi wa anata ga koishii desu]fica mais formal qnd tem[desu]final,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas nos nao falamos[Koishii] nao sei pq,,fala mais[Aitai]=qro t ver,=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6591116464967347300-8646431501682856160?l=www.lifesthayle.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/feeds/8646431501682856160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6591116464967347300&amp;postID=8646431501682856160' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/8646431501682856160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6591116464967347300/posts/default/8646431501682856160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.lifesthayle.com/2007/09/como-falar-estou-com-saudades-em-japons.html' title='Como falar &quot;estou com saudades&quot; em japonês'/><author><name>Thayanna Sena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6TQSAq2JnbU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACF4/jxElXdcmrV0/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
