<?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-13377940</id><updated>2012-02-08T14:18:31.655-08:00</updated><category term='Musique'/><category term='Film'/><title type='text'>transtorner</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-5487014426036392509</id><published>2009-07-19T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:28:03.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Briba</title><content type='html'>Uma mistura de menina pastora com as àrvres somos nozes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgChcZEFU5A&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgChcZEFU5A&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-5487014426036392509?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5487014426036392509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=5487014426036392509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/5487014426036392509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/5487014426036392509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/briba.html' title='A Briba'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-1034649034443916956</id><published>2008-07-06T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:03:22.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>Waiting for a few words to come and break the silence&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a feeling to turn my world upside down&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the most beautiful sights to amaze and overwhelm me&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a dream to come true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-1034649034443916956?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1034649034443916956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=1034649034443916956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/1034649034443916956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/1034649034443916956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2008/07/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-107563670663324537</id><published>2007-11-03T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T20:07:17.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musique'/><title type='text'>...Avant la haine, avant les coups</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f_LH6sqKGrU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f_LH6sqKGrU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Très jolie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-107563670663324537?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/107563670663324537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=107563670663324537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/107563670663324537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/107563670663324537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2007/11/avant-la-haine-avant-les-coups.html' title='...Avant la haine, avant les coups'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-8574549321048912730</id><published>2007-08-26T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T18:47:41.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem acertar ganha.....</title><content type='html'>Sabiam que não foi Shakespeare o criador de Romeu e Julieta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe a resposta certa???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-8574549321048912730?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8574549321048912730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=8574549321048912730' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/8574549321048912730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/8574549321048912730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2007/08/quem-acertar-ganha.html' title='Quem acertar ganha.....'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-6957732405055543072</id><published>2007-08-25T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T19:29:24.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volta para o mar oferenda</title><content type='html'>Eu descobri que tenho sósia....e isso me incomoda. Muito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-6957732405055543072?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6957732405055543072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=6957732405055543072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/6957732405055543072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/6957732405055543072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2007/08/volta-para-o-mar-oferenda.html' title='Volta para o mar oferenda'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-8234244704403128951</id><published>2007-08-22T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T18:53:58.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musique'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="249"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/hfNdxbaFiX/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/hfNdxbaFiX/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="249" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-8234244704403128951?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8234244704403128951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=8234244704403128951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/8234244704403128951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/8234244704403128951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-2841540460893625813</id><published>2007-05-27T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T16:52:50.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Às vezes eu me surpreendo com as voltas que dei. Porém é preciso tomar cuidado para não andar em círculos e acabar no mesmo lugar de onde se partiu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-2841540460893625813?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2841540460893625813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=2841540460893625813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/2841540460893625813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/2841540460893625813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2007/05/s-vezes-eu-me-surpreendo-com-as-voltas.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-751883479862559208</id><published>2007-03-24T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T20:57:21.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get myself into it</title><content type='html'>tempo de novas metas, de novas pessoas, de novos lugares, de novos hábitos&lt;br /&gt;tempo de novos tempos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-751883479862559208?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/751883479862559208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=751883479862559208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/751883479862559208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/751883479862559208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2007/03/get-myself-into-it.html' title='Get myself into it'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-9149724984626575172</id><published>2007-02-12T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T17:27:51.436-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musique'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't you hear my storm coming&lt;br /&gt;Stones falling on to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you feel the earth shaking&lt;br /&gt;Big dark clouds forming now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear my sky shouting&lt;br /&gt;Close, chasing after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep, dark fear building up&lt;br /&gt;It's too strong for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you're satisfied&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're satisfied&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're satisfied&lt;br /&gt;To see the wind blow over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear my snow crying&lt;br /&gt;Under your feet the ice breaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm here whistling in your ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you're satisfied&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're satisfied&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're satisfied&lt;br /&gt;To see the wind&lt;br /&gt;blow...&lt;br /&gt;over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear my storm coming&lt;br /&gt;Stones falling&lt;br /&gt;Big dark clouds forming now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear my storm coming&lt;br /&gt;Stones falling&lt;br /&gt;Big dark clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you're satisfied&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you're satisfied&lt;br /&gt;To see the wind blow over me&lt;br /&gt;over me&lt;br /&gt;over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear my storm coming&lt;br /&gt;Stones falling&lt;br /&gt;Big dark clouds forming now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear my storm coming&lt;br /&gt;Stones falling&lt;br /&gt;Big dark clouds&lt;br /&gt;Forming now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-9149724984626575172?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9149724984626575172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=9149724984626575172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/9149724984626575172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/9149724984626575172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2007/02/cant-you-hear-my-storm-coming-stones.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-116977467090140557</id><published>2007-01-25T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T17:24:30.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Quem quer fazer alguma coisa, encontra um meio. &lt;br /&gt;Quem não quer fazer nada, encontra uma desculpa."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-116977467090140557?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/116977467090140557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=116977467090140557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/116977467090140557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/116977467090140557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2007/01/quem-quer-fazer-alguma-coisa-encontra.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-116774561434944550</id><published>2007-01-02T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T05:46:54.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Não odeie seus inimigos. Isso prejudica o raciocínio... Apenas acabe com eles"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corleone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-116774561434944550?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/116774561434944550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=116774561434944550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/116774561434944550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/116774561434944550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-odeie-seus-inimigos.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-116718588868205545</id><published>2006-12-26T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T18:18:08.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Descobertas</title><content type='html'>www.myspace.com/oppenheimer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here...I stand and stare&lt;br /&gt;Through the shop window&lt;br /&gt;You're floating there&lt;br /&gt;Reflections shimmer&lt;br /&gt;Among the flowers&lt;br /&gt;Like silent ghosts&lt;br /&gt;[On?] an even hour [??]&lt;br /&gt;I don't even recognize myself...anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the way&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost under a spell&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go from here?&lt;br /&gt;I can't even tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;You held my hand&lt;br /&gt;As if you knew me&lt;br /&gt;You´re tough as [???]&lt;br /&gt;As this is {???} so pretty&lt;br /&gt;And all I can live in...in this city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the way&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost under a spell&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go from here?&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kisses leave no traces&lt;br /&gt;That can be seen&lt;br /&gt;Just like the hands of fate {????} deliver you to me&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what you do or do not really believe&lt;br /&gt;I just can't close my ways to what's happening&lt;br /&gt;between us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-116718588868205545?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/116718588868205545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=116718588868205545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/116718588868205545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/116718588868205545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/12/descobertas.html' title='Descobertas'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-116545334831004911</id><published>2006-12-06T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T17:02:28.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Todos os sentimentos (e canções) do mundo</title><content type='html'>Sou uma única pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu tenho uma dezena de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero centenas de coisas&lt;br /&gt;Estou em milhares de histórias&lt;br /&gt;E sou um milhão de canções&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-116545334831004911?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/116545334831004911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=116545334831004911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/116545334831004911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/116545334831004911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/12/todos-os-sentimentos-e-canes-do-mundo.html' title='Todos os sentimentos (e canções) do mundo'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-116484822839255396</id><published>2006-11-29T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T16:57:08.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vem chegando o verão....</title><content type='html'>...para fritar meus miolos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daqui a pouco já está na hora de dormir e eu ainda não infernizei a vida de ninguém hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa droga de calor que atrapalha o raciocínio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você, já infernizou a vida de alguém hoje?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugestões são bem-vindas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-116484822839255396?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/116484822839255396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=116484822839255396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/116484822839255396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/116484822839255396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/11/vem-chegando-o-vero.html' title='Vem chegando o verão....'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-116403921786265301</id><published>2006-11-20T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T08:13:37.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A verdade dói, mas a mentira fere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autoria própria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-116403921786265301?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-116312369652080514</id><published>2006-11-09T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T17:54:56.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Take it back, take it back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody look at me, me&lt;br /&gt;I walk in the door you start screaming&lt;br /&gt;Come on everybody what chu here for?&lt;br /&gt;Move your body around like a nympho&lt;br /&gt;Everybody get your necks to crack around&lt;br /&gt;All you crazy people come on jump around&lt;br /&gt;I want to see you all on your knees, knees&lt;br /&gt;You either want to be with me, or be me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maneater, make you work hard&lt;br /&gt;Make you spend hard&lt;br /&gt;Make you want all, of her love&lt;br /&gt;She's a maneater&lt;br /&gt;make you buy cars&lt;br /&gt;make you cut cards&lt;br /&gt;make you fall real hard in love&lt;br /&gt;She's a Maneater, make you work hard&lt;br /&gt;Make you spend hard&lt;br /&gt;Make you want all, of her love&lt;br /&gt;She's a maneater&lt;br /&gt;make you buy cars&lt;br /&gt;make you cut cards&lt;br /&gt;Wish you never ever met her at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she walks she walks with passion&lt;br /&gt;when she talks, she talks like she can handle it&lt;br /&gt;when she asks for something boy she means it&lt;br /&gt;even if you never ever see it&lt;br /&gt;everybody get your necks to crack around&lt;br /&gt;all you crazy people come on jump around&lt;br /&gt;you doing anything to keep her by your side&lt;br /&gt;because, she said she love you, love you long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maneater, make you work hard&lt;br /&gt;Make you spend hard&lt;br /&gt;Make you want all, of her love&lt;br /&gt;She's a maneater&lt;br /&gt;make you buy cars&lt;br /&gt;make you cut cards&lt;br /&gt;make you fall real hard in love&lt;br /&gt;She's a Maneater, make you work hard&lt;br /&gt;Make you spend hard&lt;br /&gt;Make you want all, of her love&lt;br /&gt;She's a maneater&lt;br /&gt;make you buy cars&lt;br /&gt;make you cut cards&lt;br /&gt;Wish you never ever met her at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maneater, make you work hard&lt;br /&gt;Make you spend hard&lt;br /&gt;Make you want all, of her love&lt;br /&gt;She's a maneater&lt;br /&gt;make you buy cars&lt;br /&gt;make you cut cards&lt;br /&gt;make you fall real hard in love&lt;br /&gt;She's a Maneater, make you work hard&lt;br /&gt;Make you spend hard&lt;br /&gt;Make you want all, of her love&lt;br /&gt;She's a maneater&lt;br /&gt;make you buy cars&lt;br /&gt;make you cut cards&lt;br /&gt;Wish you never ever met her at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever met her at all!&lt;br /&gt;you wish you never ever met her at all!&lt;br /&gt;you wish you never ever met her at all!&lt;br /&gt;you wish you never ever met her at all!&lt;br /&gt;you wish you never ever met her at all!&lt;br /&gt;you wish you never ever met her at all!&lt;br /&gt;you wish you never ever met her at all!&lt;br /&gt;you wish you never ever met her at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a maneater, a maneater&lt;br /&gt;She's a maneater, a maneater&lt;br /&gt;She's a maneater, a maneater&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-116312369652080514?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/116312369652080514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=116312369652080514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/116312369652080514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/116312369652080514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/11/take-it-back-take-it-back.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-116225810236056295</id><published>2006-10-30T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T17:28:22.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it really true?</title><content type='html'>Just breath, open your eyes and be strong. You can make it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-116225810236056295?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/116225810236056295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=116225810236056295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/116225810236056295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/116225810236056295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/10/is-it-really-true.html' title='Is it really true?'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-116096109990515147</id><published>2006-10-15T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T18:11:39.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tentando ouvir a música;&lt;br /&gt;Tentando pensar;&lt;br /&gt;Tentando escrever;&lt;br /&gt;Tentando entender;&lt;br /&gt;Tentando respirar;&lt;br /&gt;Tentando ver;&lt;br /&gt;Tentando se preservar;&lt;br /&gt;Tentando fazer a coisa certa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-116096109990515147?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/116096109990515147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=116096109990515147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/116096109990515147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/116096109990515147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/10/tentando-ouvir-msica-tentando-pensar.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-116025233613098900</id><published>2006-10-07T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T13:18:56.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>será será?&lt;br /&gt;tentando manter a racionalidade...tentando enxergar com clareza...tentando fazer a coisa certa.&lt;br /&gt;ou será que eu deveria chutar o balde, arriscar mais?&lt;br /&gt;acho que a questão seria achar o ponto de equilíbrio entre vontade e racionalidade, arriscar e ser realista. será que alguém consegue? você consegue?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-116025233613098900?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/116025233613098900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=116025233613098900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/116025233613098900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/116025233613098900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/10/ser-ser-tentando-manter-racionalidade.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-115578128181913241</id><published>2006-08-16T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T19:21:21.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Este post vai parecer piegas, mas é a pura verdade. Qualquer semelhança NÃO é mera coincidência.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que as coisas podem não ser tão simples quanto o que coloco aqui e sei também que envolvem outras coisas, pessoas e expectativas, afinal de contas, nossa vida é composta de uma infinidade de coisas (graças a deus, pois viver em função de uma ou outra coisa seria péssimo), mas gostaria de observar algo...algo que nem todas as pessoas sabem ou se dão conta, independetemente de estarem bem ou mal: sabe aquela sensação de não ter realizado ou construído coisa alguma, de ser "um inútil na vida"? Pois bem, não sei se isso lhe ocorre, mas percebi que, literalmente, sem algumas pessoas na minha vida, eu não seria nada (não estou falando apenas de pai/mãe/irmãos/avós). Sim, comecei a analizar as coisas que fiz até hoje, as pessoas que conheci e quem são meus amigos de verdade e percebi que grande parte disso tudo se deve a pessoas que, mesmo inconsciente ou indiretamente, me trouxeram tudo isso. Pessoas cujos laços vão além dos laços sangüíneos e cujo afeto e consideração são incondicionais e atemporais.&lt;br /&gt;Se tenho amigos de verdade, foi porque essa pessoa os trouxe para minha vida; se tive momentos felizes, foi porque ela estava junto ou de alguma forma os propiciou; se conheço coisas interessantes, foi porque ela me ensinou; se eu sou uma pessoa mais forte, foi porque ela não teve papas na língua e me disse para ser menos covarde e criar coragem; se eu tenho uma referência de alguém que é perspicaz, inteligente e enxerga além, essa referência é ela. Então agora eu pergunto, será que essa pessoa realmente nunca construiu nada? Será que essa pessoa não é importante, é uma inútil, "perdida na vida" (nossa isso me lembra fala de comadre do interior)?&lt;br /&gt;Algumas coisas são intangíveis ou invisíveis, porém nos rodeiam a todo momento e nunca poderão ser levadas de nós, por isso seu valor é tão grande. No entanto, nem todos conseguem percebê-las, são como os átomos: imperceptíveis a olho nu, porém eles formam tudo o que somos e o que nos rodeia, ou seja sem eles não existiríamos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-115578128181913241?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115578128181913241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=115578128181913241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/115578128181913241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/115578128181913241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/08/este-post-vai-parecer-piegas-mas-pura.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-115568836591321600</id><published>2006-08-15T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T17:32:45.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela não vai sair da sua cabeça</title><content type='html'>Destroy everything you touch today &lt;br /&gt;Destroy me this way &lt;br /&gt;Anything that may desert you &lt;br /&gt;So it cannot hurt you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only have to look behind you &lt;br /&gt;At who’s underlined you &lt;br /&gt;Destroy everything you touch today &lt;br /&gt;Destroy me this way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you touch you don’t feel &lt;br /&gt;Do not know what you steal &lt;br /&gt;Shakes your hand &lt;br /&gt;Takes your gun &lt;br /&gt;Walks you out of the sun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you touch do not feel &lt;br /&gt;Do not know what you steal &lt;br /&gt;Destroy everything you touch today &lt;br /&gt;Please destroy me this way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destroy everything you touch today &lt;br /&gt;Destroy me this way &lt;br /&gt;Anything that may delay you &lt;br /&gt;Might just save you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only have to look behind you &lt;br /&gt;At who’s underlined you &lt;br /&gt;Destroy everything you touch today &lt;br /&gt;Destroy me this way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you touch you don’t feel &lt;br /&gt;Do not know what you steal &lt;br /&gt;Shakes your hand &lt;br /&gt;Takes your gun &lt;br /&gt;Walks you out of the sun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you touch do not feel &lt;br /&gt;Do not know what you steal &lt;br /&gt;Destroy everything you touch today &lt;br /&gt;Please destroy me this way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you touch you don’t feel &lt;br /&gt;Do not know what you steal &lt;br /&gt;Shakes your hand &lt;br /&gt;Takes your gun &lt;br /&gt;Walks you out of the sun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you touch you don’t feel &lt;br /&gt;Do not know what you steal &lt;br /&gt;Destroy everything you touch today &lt;br /&gt;Please destroy me this way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you touch you don’t feel &lt;br /&gt;Do not know what you steal &lt;br /&gt;Shakes your hand &lt;br /&gt;Takes your gun &lt;br /&gt;Walks you out of the sun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you touch you don’t feel &lt;br /&gt;Do not know what you steal &lt;br /&gt;Destroy everything you touch today &lt;br /&gt;Please destroy me this way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-115568836591321600?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115568836591321600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=115568836591321600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/115568836591321600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/115568836591321600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/08/ela-no-vai-sair-da-sua-cabea.html' title='Ela não vai sair da sua cabeça'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-115291291396885167</id><published>2006-07-14T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T14:35:13.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberdade vs libertinagem</title><content type='html'>Caros meia dúzia (ou menos) de leitores. Estou abismada com a "doença mental" de alguns indíviduos. Deixe-me explicar. Com o "advento" do orkut, blogs e fotolog sabemos que o famoso perfil fake se alastrou pela vida virtual. Hoje em dia ter um fake é como ter um animal de estimação: quase todo mundo tem o seu. Seja apenas para permanecer o orkut para bisbilhotar a vida alheia, fazer "justiça" floodando profiles de pedófilos, nazistas, fakes "do mal", etc ou apenas tirar sarro da cara das pessoas que você não gosta. Até aí nada demais. Mas o que realmente me assusta são aquelas pessoas que criam fakes e acabam se projetando nesse personagem de tal maneira que elas acabam se tornando a própria criatura...acreditam na própria mentira, criam um mundo para esse personagem e criam uma rede de relacionamentos com pessoas reais, de boa fé, que se deixam seduzir por fotos falsas, historias mentirosas...por uma pessoa que não existe.&lt;br /&gt;Fico espantada ao visitar os perfis de pessoas que sei que são realmente fakes e perceber quanta mentira elas dizem em seus perfis, em seus blogs, flogs. Postam fotos de pessoas que elas nem conhecem e afirmam serem namorados, amigos. Contam histórias de um passado ou de um presente que não existe como se estivesse desabafando sobre os infortúnios de seu dia. Despertam sentimentos de amizade, carinho, amor nas pessoas e cultivam-nos sem pensar o quanto estão prejudicando a pessoa do outro lado da "tela". E mesmo quando colocadas contra a parede por pessoas que podem comprovar sua "falsidade" negam até a morte e continuam a enganar outros ingênuos. Desempenham todo esse trabalho com tanto afinco que chega a ser algo doentio. Provavelmente estão tão frustradas com suas vidas reais que em vez de tentar mudá-la apelam para um método mais covarde, mesmo quando todo mundo já sabe da mentira.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pena, muita pena de pessoas assim. Um dia experimentarão do próprio veneno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-115291291396885167?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115291291396885167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=115291291396885167' title='74 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/115291291396885167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/115291291396885167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/liberdade-vs-libertinagem.html' title='Liberdade vs libertinagem'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>74</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-115268001749728020</id><published>2006-07-11T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:53:37.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O ócio alimenta as mentes subversivas. Traduzindo: Cabeça vazia, morada do demo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-115268001749728020?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115268001749728020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=115268001749728020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/115268001749728020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/115268001749728020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/o-cio-alimenta-as-mentes-subversivas.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-115249545870250675</id><published>2006-07-09T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T18:37:38.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>http://www.myspace.com/bondedasimpostora</title><content type='html'>"Fotologger Diva"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha Pro Ladinho!!&lt;br /&gt;Diva até o chão&lt;br /&gt;Agora Faz um Biquinho!&lt;br /&gt;Diva do flogão&lt;br /&gt;Contraste e Brilhinho!&lt;br /&gt;Ai só tem 10 minutinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei uma lan house&lt;br /&gt;Que tinha preço bom&lt;br /&gt;Agora vou poder&lt;br /&gt;Atualizar o meu flogão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flogão ninguém conhece&lt;br /&gt;E eu quero ser famosa&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu vou ser&lt;br /&gt;barra doll cor-de-rosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansei do meu flogão&lt;br /&gt;vou fazer aquele outro&lt;br /&gt;fotolog ponto net:&lt;br /&gt;dez comentário é muito pouco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha Pro Ladinho!!&lt;br /&gt;Diva até o chão&lt;br /&gt;Agora Faz um Biquinho!&lt;br /&gt;Diva do flogão&lt;br /&gt;Contraste e Brilhinho!&lt;br /&gt;Só tem 10 minutinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei acordadada&lt;br /&gt;até a uma da matina&lt;br /&gt;Vou mudar o meu proxy&lt;br /&gt;e dizer que sou da china&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu próximo desejo&lt;br /&gt;É ter a conta gold&lt;br /&gt;Photoshop eu já tenho&lt;br /&gt;Foi só fazer download&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braço para o alto&lt;br /&gt;com a camera na mão&lt;br /&gt;Com o flash na cara&lt;br /&gt;vai lá e faz carão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha Pro Ladinho!!&lt;br /&gt;Diva até o chão&lt;br /&gt;Agora Faz um Biquinho!&lt;br /&gt;Diva do flogão&lt;br /&gt;Contraste e Brilhinho!&lt;br /&gt;Só tem 10 minutinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô fazendo uma lista&lt;br /&gt;Da onde eu vou sair&lt;br /&gt;Pra tirar muita foto&lt;br /&gt;E posta por aí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vô tirá foto com o Click&lt;br /&gt;E com a marimoon&lt;br /&gt;Anjinha de Pantufa&lt;br /&gt;Ainda falta mais algum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o Mr Neumann&lt;br /&gt;Como eu pude esquecê?&lt;br /&gt;He's 2fancy4u&lt;br /&gt;kanneda e chris B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atari, já fechou miguxa&lt;br /&gt;Kat Club, Toy&lt;br /&gt;Nico, All Starz é um luxo&lt;br /&gt;James, Fosfobox&lt;br /&gt;Bunker, Cambridge Hotel&lt;br /&gt;O que? Cândida de Motel?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-115249545870250675?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115249545870250675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=115249545870250675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/115249545870250675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/115249545870250675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/07/httpwwwmyspacecombondedasimpostora.html' title='http://www.myspace.com/bondedasimpostora'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-115061604394035087</id><published>2006-06-18T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T00:34:03.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Strokes-In Transit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/vWNmf0qRPUs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/vWNmf0qRPUs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Santo You Tube!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-115061604394035087?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115061604394035087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=115061604394035087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/115061604394035087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/115061604394035087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/06/strokes-in-transit-santo-you-tube.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-115059880011385075</id><published>2006-06-17T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T19:46:40.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merda de Modernidade</title><content type='html'>Eu ia escrever algo sobre a superficialidade e falta de opinião própria das pessoas que se acham modernas, mas está difícil pensar em algo.&lt;br /&gt;O fato é que há muitas idéias que estão difíceis de serem expressas logicamente em algumas frases.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei se com o passar do tempo eu fiquei implicante e pessimista demais, mas para a maioria das pessoas que eu olho por aí eu vejo um "nada" sobre elas. Pessoas que querem chocar tanto, que querem fazer e acontecer, querem ser "cool" e tão diferentes, mas que acabam sendo todas iguais, burras, banais e medíocres.&lt;br /&gt;Isso para mim é aquela necessidade de auto-afirmação que geralmente se manifesta na adolescência e que em muitos casos perdura até a idade adulta.&lt;br /&gt;Estou farta de pessoas e atitudes assim...farta...."farta" gente interessante e pensante no mundo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-115059880011385075?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115059880011385075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=115059880011385075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/115059880011385075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/115059880011385075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/06/merda-de-modernidade.html' title='Merda de Modernidade'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-115049541449804706</id><published>2006-06-16T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T15:03:34.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diagnóstico</title><content type='html'>Pois bem, acho que bascimante três coisas resumem as causas do meu "quadro psicológico depressivo":&lt;br /&gt;- TPM&lt;br /&gt;- Indisponibilidade financeira&lt;br /&gt;- Copa do Mundo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-115049541449804706?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/115049541449804706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=115049541449804706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/115049541449804706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/115049541449804706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/06/diagnstico.html' title='Diagnóstico'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-114964619130449957</id><published>2006-06-06T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T19:10:18.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu não quero que aquilo volte...foi tão ruim, tão penoso...e tão sem sentido, sem motivos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me diferencia de certas pessoas que eu "abomino"? Por que eu seria melhor que elas? Quem disse que sou melhor do que elas? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É..pra quem sempre me viu sorrindo e fazendo piadas e deboches, cá está meu lado que vocês desconheciam. E ainda por cima deprimida por ter cometido um "crime"...ou talvez eu apenas tenha dado ouvidos a Oscar Wilde? ("A melhor forma de livrar-se de uma tentação é render-se a ela").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim..não sei o que é pior: eu me sentir assim ou eu me lamentar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-114964619130449957?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114964619130449957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=114964619130449957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/114964619130449957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/114964619130449957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/06/eu-no-quero-que-aquilo-volte.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-114903988988576850</id><published>2006-05-30T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T18:44:49.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu queria ter palavras bonitas para escrever aqui&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria ter frases de impacto, contundentes, inteligentes&lt;br /&gt;Porém, a única coisa que tenho é vontade de escrever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vasculho perfis e blogs alheios, mas nada me inspira..tudo o que vejo são rimas pobres e mediocridades&lt;br /&gt;Talvez a mais medíocre de todos seja eu, por não conseguir expressar nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, e antes que me perguntem: não, isso não é um poema...ou talvez seja!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-114903988988576850?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114903988988576850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=114903988988576850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/114903988988576850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/114903988988576850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/05/eu-queria-ter-palavras-bonitas-para.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-114833837953893157</id><published>2006-05-22T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T15:52:59.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muito barulho por nada</title><content type='html'>Soube que o post da puta desclassificada que fala francês andou causando uma certa "polêmica" por aí em relação à identidade da dita cuja. &lt;br /&gt;Gostaria de deixar claro que:&lt;br /&gt;1- Em momemnto nenhum citei nomes, fiz referências a lugares, ou deixei qualquer indício de quem ela poderia ser para que as pessoas se ofendessem achando que o alvo seria elas, portanto não me recriminem pela interpretação que vocês fizeram de algo que EU NÃO DISSE.&lt;br /&gt;2 - Finalmente, a ilustre musa inspiradora, usa de o apelido de Poupée, faz pose de gostosa mostrando os peitchos, dentre outras coisas "louváveis". Enfim, fui clara agora?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-114833837953893157?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114833837953893157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=114833837953893157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/114833837953893157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/114833837953893157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/05/muito-barulho-por-nada.html' title='Muito barulho por nada'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-114653844283509411</id><published>2006-05-01T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T19:54:02.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I believe in angels...I believe in dreams....&lt;br /&gt;"I believe in miracles"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa surpreendente já aconteceu. Porém depois que alcançamos nossos sonhos, ficamos tristes...nostálgicos....aaaaaaahhhhhhh (suspiro).&lt;br /&gt;mas o que importa é que eu estava lá, eu vi...eu senti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-114653844283509411?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114653844283509411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=114653844283509411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/114653844283509411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/114653844283509411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-believe-in-angels.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-114513297938451053</id><published>2006-04-15T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T13:29:39.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Puta que pariu viu! Virou moda falar francês. Agora qualquer puta desclassificada para querer dar uma de chique, elegante, basta proferir meia dúzia de palavras em francês - as quais ela nem sequer imagina o significado- e fica se achando a gostosa!&lt;br /&gt;Affe...e eu aqui..após seis anos estudando ardua e humildemente a dificil lingua tenho vergonha de dizer "ça va". Pois é...pobreza de espírito é foda. Aposto que nem sabem pronunciar.&lt;br /&gt;Lá vai a pergunta que não quer calar: De onde é que elas copiaram essas palavras hein?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-114513297938451053?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114513297938451053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=114513297938451053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/114513297938451053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/114513297938451053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/04/puta-que-pariu-viu-virou-moda-falar.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-114446889719095818</id><published>2006-04-07T20:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T21:01:37.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muito simples....é uma questão de transparência....e simplicidade!</title><content type='html'>Essa vai para todos os posers (e/ou) metidos a mudééérnos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas realmente massa são massa justamente porque não ficam fazendo pose de massa.&lt;br /&gt;(nossa quanta massa, dá até para abrir uma padaria!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-114446889719095818?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114446889719095818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=114446889719095818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/114446889719095818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/114446889719095818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/04/muito-simples-uma-questo-de_07.html' title='Muito simples....é uma questão de transparência....e simplicidade!'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-114359395517677211</id><published>2006-03-28T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T16:59:15.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incrível...extraordinário!</title><content type='html'>Pelas minhas andanças 'stalker' no orkut (e acompanhando as andanças stalker de minhas amigas) pude perceber que a "falta de noção" chega a ser uma epidemia. Como tem gente que não tem vergonha de expôr publicamente sua falta de noção, senso crítico e discernimento da realidade e da própria pessoa. Por meio de suas comunidades, perfis e fotos ridículos elas cantam aos quatro ventos sua mediocridade. Chega a assustar. Poses de gostosinha, caras e bocas forçadas, comunidades do tipo "eu sou fashion", "eu sou gostosa/o", "eu sou moderno/a" perfis ixkritos axim..tudo isso compõe um quadro que, para os seres humanos dotados de uma inteligência que não precisa ser muito excepcional, faz pensar que o ser humano é irracional.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se seria um caso de preconceito, mas em verdade vos digo: o orkut tem sido um excelente meio para selecionar as pessoas com que se anda. &lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu julgo as pessoas pelos seus perfis/fotos/comunidades! E se essa imagem "orkutiana" é uma imagem que não corresponde à verdadeira natureza de seu dono, pelo menos ela reflete aquilo que a pessoa gostaria de ser ou demonstra que ela não tem cu o suficiente para assumir quem é. Tô certa?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-114359395517677211?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114359395517677211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=114359395517677211' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/114359395517677211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/114359395517677211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/03/incrvelextraordinrio.html' title='Incrível...extraordinário!'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-114230304605003506</id><published>2006-03-13T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T18:24:06.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arriscando....</title><content type='html'>Novas perspectivas, vamos ver no que dá, até onde chega...se é que chega em algum lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Até que ponto podemos julgar as pessoas por suas comunidades no orkut?&lt;br /&gt;Até que ponto o gosto musical importa?&lt;br /&gt;Até que ponto as coisas vc acha que importam realmente importam?????&lt;br /&gt;Será que estou precisando rever meus conceitos?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-114230304605003506?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114230304605003506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=114230304605003506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/114230304605003506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/114230304605003506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/03/arriscando.html' title='Arriscando....'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-114178048409000497</id><published>2006-03-07T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T17:14:44.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metal is the law!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/771/1173/1600/rock%20it%20com%20confete.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/771/1173/320/rock%20it%20com%20confete.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças de um carnaval com muito axé, samba, suor e folia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-114178048409000497?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114178048409000497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=114178048409000497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/114178048409000497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/114178048409000497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/03/metal-is-law_07.html' title='Metal is the law!!!!'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-114078379538091285</id><published>2006-02-24T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T04:23:15.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironia do Destino</title><content type='html'>O melhor show da sua vida provavelmente não será o da sua banda preferida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha que bonito, até rimou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;"It´s a beautiful GAY&lt;br /&gt;To let HIM go away"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-114078379538091285?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/114078379538091285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=114078379538091285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/114078379538091285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/114078379538091285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/02/ironia-do-destino.html' title='Ironia do Destino'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-113948727558568513</id><published>2006-02-09T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T04:14:35.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalker, mas por uma boa causa</title><content type='html'>Ler scraps alheios tb é cultura!!! Além das fofocas que a gente fica sabendo, há também o fator "educativo" da coisa: a gente descobre sites e informações muito úteis culturalmente falando (sites, comunidades, shows, livros, bandas, festas, links de mp3, receita de bolo, instruções e dúvidas sobre coisas q vc tinha vergonha de perguntar por achar a pergunta mto idiota, etc).&lt;br /&gt;Sem falar q vc pode descobrir se tal pessoa estará em tal lugar e simular um "encontro ao acaso" se for do seu interesse e iniciar um lindo e inesquecivel romance! hahahhahahaha. Pois é, pescoçar também é uma atitude louvável!!! Viva o Zóião!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-113948727558568513?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113948727558568513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=113948727558568513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113948727558568513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113948727558568513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/02/stalker-mas-por-uma-boa-causa.html' title='Stalker, mas por uma boa causa'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-113897181966859172</id><published>2006-02-03T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T05:03:39.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não poderia deixar de registrar isso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://videolog.click21.com.br/videolog/vdl_index.php?user=emo_suxxx &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. O "andar de velotrol na Rebouças" é o melhor! Seria isso uma alusão aos rebentos que de domingo à tarde frequentam a esquina da Alameda Lorena? hahahaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-113897181966859172?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113897181966859172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=113897181966859172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113897181966859172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113897181966859172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-poderia-deixar-de-registrar-isso.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-113857853653456162</id><published>2006-01-29T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T15:48:56.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agradecimentos!</title><content type='html'>Mari..obrigada por ter aparecido na minha vida. Ao contrário do que vc pensa, vc mais me ajudou e deu animo do q vc imagina. Vou chorar qdo vc se for...sua surfistinha...hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana...obrigada pelo set, caralho minha filha, vc bomba!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lov.e..obrigada pela dose de vodka a seis reais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pensar que ainda tem duas garrafas de cerva aqui em casa...caralho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-113857853653456162?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113857853653456162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=113857853653456162' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113857853653456162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113857853653456162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/01/agradecimentos.html' title='Agradecimentos!'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-113754761033178398</id><published>2006-01-17T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T17:26:50.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Gave You Style and Gave You Grace...and put a smile upon your face</title><content type='html'>Sabe aquelas pessoas que, do nada, surgem na nossa vida e nos despertam uma certa paixão platônica, nos arranca suspiros e nos faz sermos capazes das coisas mais idiotas sem simplesmente fazerem nada, sem nos darem qualquer indício de seu interesse, ou sem alimentar nossas esperanças, totalmente inconscientes de nosso súbito sentimento, porém virando nosso mundo de cabeça pra baixo, motivando-nos a fazer as coisas, assim como a "musa inspiradora" dos poetas. Pois é, depois de um certo tempo olhamos para a pessoa e ainda vemos as qualidades que víamos, porém aquele sentimento já não existe mais, sem ter acontecido absolutamente coisa alguma para que aquilo se desfizesse..simplmeste se foi! É aí que então a gente pára e percebe que, embora efêmero e sem ter se materializado de forma alguma, aquele sentimento serviu para nos tirar de um "poço" no qual estávamos afundando cada vez mais, serviu para dar um rumo novo à nossa vida, como uma "luz" para nos mostrar que "ainda existe vida na terra"...aliás, DIVERSAS formas de vida. E por esse motivo essa pessoa acaba ficando guardada com carinho e gratidão em nossa lembrança. É...gratidão. Gratidão por ter aparecido, por mesmo sem ter feito nada fez tanta coisa, por mesmo ter sido tão distante foi tão presente, tão inconsciente mas tão importante. Eu gostaria muito, muito de um dia poder dizer MUITISSIMO OBRIGADA a essa pessoa, embora ela nem desconfie que um dia eu nutrira tal sentimento por ela, e alías, tenho até medo que descubra, por incrível que pareça, temo que aí sim ela se afaste e a gratidão que eu tinha acabe se tornando uma grande decepção. É meus caros, em alguns casos a "ignorância" em relação ao que se passa ao redor é melhor que a consciência dos fatos. Mas de qualquer forma, obrigada, muito obrigada. Me lembre de te pagar uma cerva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-113754761033178398?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113754761033178398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=113754761033178398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113754761033178398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113754761033178398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/01/god-gave-you-style-and-gave-you.html' title='God Gave You Style and Gave You Grace...and put a smile upon your face'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-113746035344497633</id><published>2006-01-16T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T17:12:33.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É foda qdo vc quer escrever mas nada surge. &lt;br /&gt;Enfim, acho que vou falar sobre como me senti bem esse final de semana ao perceber que não sou tão medíocre quanto penso. Ao perceber que há idiotas exibicionistas e superficiais que pagam pau por coisas tão supérfluas, que ficam o mês inteiro juntando dinheiro para comprar as roupas mais caras para exibir nas baladas mais ridículas (para as quais eles tb passaram o mês todo juntando grana para ir) para pegar mulher/homem...quer dizer javalis/piranhas. Fazia mto tempo que eu nao tinha tamanha visão do inferno...mas isso foi bom, pq eu costumava xingar Pederneiras, a mediocridade de lá e tal, porém o que diferencia os pederneirenses desses paulistanos intojáveis é que pelo menos meus conterrâneos têm a desculpa da dificuldade de acesso às coisas, do pensamento padrão que é imposto a uma cidadezinha em não se espera nada a não ser um status quo. Não que eu ache isso justificável para as pessoass pararem no tempo, mas seria "compreensível". No entanto, os javalis e piranhas que habitam nessa selva não têm desculpa para isso, se falar que estamos falando de pessoas de classe média. &lt;br /&gt;Essa juventude está mesmo perdida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-113746035344497633?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113746035344497633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=113746035344497633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113746035344497633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113746035344497633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2006/01/foda-qdo-vc-quer-escrever-mas-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-113583113000071903</id><published>2005-12-28T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T20:38:50.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soundtracks of a life</title><content type='html'>Razorblade....that's what I call love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você só precisa saber usá-la "properly". Cuidado para não se cortar..you may bleed to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop dead!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I have ever wanted has already been taken. Or maybe I´ve arrived too late? Have I missed the hit? Just grab a beer and keep on dancing girl, life is too short to complain...so laugh at your own mistakes and enjoy the music. There´s a long way ahead to go in such a short time. At least turn your past "misfotune" into something good for tomorrow. Don't get stuck in that. Don't get trapped in your dreams, drive safely and go!&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, I have to admit that Razorblade stucks into one's head....is really what I call love. Then, maybe is safer to keep away from it!&lt;br /&gt;"The world is in your hand&lt;br /&gt;Or it's at your throat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao ciao bambinos. Desculpem, mas a tia estava com a tecla SAP ativada hj.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-113583113000071903?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113583113000071903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=113583113000071903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113583113000071903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113583113000071903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/12/soundtracks-of-life.html' title='Soundtracks of a life'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-113582997829499975</id><published>2005-12-28T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T20:19:38.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Actually, my heart is in a cage...waiting to be released</title><content type='html'>Well I don't feel better&lt;br /&gt;When I'm fucking around&lt;br /&gt;And I don't write bitter&lt;br /&gt;When I'm stuck in the ground&lt;br /&gt;So don't teach me a lesson&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've already learned&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the sun will be shining&lt;br /&gt;And my children will burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my heart beats in its cage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want what you want&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel what you feel&lt;br /&gt;See I'm stuck in a city&lt;br /&gt;But I belong in a field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we gotta laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's three in the morning and you're eating alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my heart beats in its cage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our friends, they're laughing at us&lt;br /&gt;All of those you loved you mistrust&lt;br /&gt;Help me I'm just not quite myself&lt;br /&gt;Look around there's no one else there&lt;br /&gt;I went to the concert and I fought through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Guess I got too excited when I thought you were around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you gotta laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry you were faking; I would steal your fire.&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats in its cage&lt;br /&gt;Yes the heart beats in its cage&lt;br /&gt;Alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the heart beats in its cage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-113582997829499975?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113582997829499975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=113582997829499975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113582997829499975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113582997829499975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/12/actually-my-heart-is-in-cagewaiting-to.html' title='Actually, my heart is in a cage...waiting to be released'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-113460678481589351</id><published>2005-12-14T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T16:33:04.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restabelecendo a conexão</title><content type='html'>Nem faz tanto tempo assim, mas parece que faz anos que não escrevo.&lt;br /&gt;Bem, agora de casa nova. Quantas coisas aconteceram...2005. Obrigada! &lt;br /&gt;Acho que sou uma das poucas pessoas - infelizmente - que pode afirmar que teve literalmente um ano cheio de realizações. Mas quer saber, foi merecido. Agora preciso de novas metas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto ao dia 02 de dezembro...dá até um remorso de ter hesitado em ir, pena que eu não tenho mais meus 13 anos. Era o sonho da menina Andréa, adolescente, aliás, da Andréa de até alguns anos atrás. Se fosse ela que estivesse lá, ia delirar. Embora não fosse mais o MEU "sonho" fico feliz de ter feito isso por ela, de ter-lhe dado esse presente, pois ela merecia, se esforçou tanto, fez tanta coisa para chegar até lá. E confesso que até eu fiquei impressionada e boquiaberta e passei a compreende-la melhor. Valeu a pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltando mais um pouco no tempo, dia 26 de novembro. Foi quando exatamente no final do último show eu me deparei com a situação que me fez ponderar e decidir não ir mais atrás, deixá-lo para lá e viver a minha vida, que estava começando a se renovar. Seja feliz, aliás, SEJAM FELIZES. Acho que realmente não há lugar para mim nessa história. Mas de qualquer forma, obrigada por ter aparecido, sua companhia será sempre muito aprecidada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-113460678481589351?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113460678481589351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=113460678481589351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113460678481589351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113460678481589351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/12/restabelecendo-conexo.html' title='Restabelecendo a conexão'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-113322366267767423</id><published>2005-11-28T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T16:21:02.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I wanna be Iggy Pop</title><content type='html'>Meu, isso é Iggy! Indiscutível.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-113322366267767423?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113322366267767423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=113322366267767423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113322366267767423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113322366267767423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/11/now-i-wanna-be-iggy-pop.html' title='Now I wanna be Iggy Pop'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-113209372400717450</id><published>2005-11-15T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T14:28:44.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sei que isso pode soar arrogante da minha parte, mas cada vez mais eu sinto pena das pessoas que ficaram naquela vidinha medíocre e previsível, que não ousaram, que preferiram continuar a trilhar um caminho tão óbvio. Bom, pelo menos uma coisa elas estão em vantagem: elas são felizes na própria mediocridade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente se empenha para aprender as coisas, fala 3 idiomas, tem curso superior, conhece outros países, é sociável, tem boa índole, gosta de se divertir, conversar, não liga para jóias, carros e ostentação, bebe cerveja, gosta de ler, até que é bonitinha (KKKKKKK), é limpinha, gosta de passar perfume, no entanto, isso não foi suficiente para conquistar as pessoas. O que então será que importante para conquistar alguém? Ter 1,70m no mínimo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-113209372400717450?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113209372400717450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=113209372400717450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113209372400717450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113209372400717450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/11/sei-que-isso-pode-soar-arrogante-da.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-113157560185960905</id><published>2005-11-09T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T14:33:21.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>serviços à comunidade</title><content type='html'>Everybody sees me, but it's not that easy, &lt;br /&gt;Standing in the light field, standing in the light field. &lt;br /&gt;Waiting for some action, waiting for some action, &lt;br /&gt;No but why won't you come over here.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you come over here? &lt;br /&gt;We've got a city to love &lt;br /&gt;Why won't you come over here? &lt;br /&gt;We've got a city to love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old time grudges &lt;br /&gt;Will die so slowly &lt;br /&gt;I know you miss the way I saw you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold, you‘re so cold , you're so cold, you're so cold.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody could see me, everything's too easy &lt;br /&gt;Standing in the light field, standing in the light field. &lt;br /&gt;Waiting for some actress, waiting for some actress To say “Why wont you come over here?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why wont you come over here? &lt;br /&gt;We've got a city to love &lt;br /&gt;Why won't you come over here? &lt;br /&gt;We've got a city to love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old-time &lt;br /&gt;Love songs &lt;br /&gt;Will die so swiftly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never trust me &lt;br /&gt;For awhile it was nice &lt;br /&gt;But it's time to say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold, you're so cold cold, yes I'm cold, you're so cold.. &lt;br /&gt;No No No &lt;br /&gt;Cold, you're so cold, yes I'm cold, you're so cold.. &lt;br /&gt;No No No &lt;br /&gt;Cold, you‘re so cold, you're so cold, you're so cold.. &lt;br /&gt;No No...you're so cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-113157560185960905?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113157560185960905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=113157560185960905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113157560185960905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113157560185960905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/11/servios-comunidade.html' title='serviços à comunidade'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-113149619552630871</id><published>2005-11-08T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T16:29:55.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alguém mais aí anda tendo a sensação de que, se ficar em casa, está perdendo oportunidades "imperdíveis". Alguém mais aí está com "fogo no rabo" para sair? Como se houvesse alguma coisa lá fora que não podemos perder, mas não sabemos o que é???? Hein????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-113149619552630871?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113149619552630871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=113149619552630871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113149619552630871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113149619552630871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/11/algum-mais-anda-tendo-sensao-de-que-se.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-113131758962330017</id><published>2005-11-06T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T14:53:09.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rolando rolando....rolando no sushi, pizza, cerveja, vinho....e amanhã no Herbalife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-113131758962330017?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113131758962330017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=113131758962330017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113131758962330017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113131758962330017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/11/rolando-rolando.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-113089292504268060</id><published>2005-11-01T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T16:55:25.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais soubenirs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/771/1173/1600/tim_strokes_f_022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/771/1173/320/tim_strokes_f_022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/771/1173/1600/tim_strokes_f_021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/771/1173/320/tim_strokes_f_021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/771/1173/1600/tim_strokes_f_018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/771/1173/320/tim_strokes_f_018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-113089292504268060?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113089292504268060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=113089292504268060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113089292504268060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113089292504268060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/11/mais-soubenirs.html' title='Mais soubenirs'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-113068593121722943</id><published>2005-10-30T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T07:25:31.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embora eu não tenha mais idade para isso....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/771/1173/1600/tim_strokes_f_020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/771/1173/320/tim_strokes_f_020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já faz uma semana...e eu ainda tô passando mal. Estou insuportavelmente chata, só falo disso, só ouço isso e também só quero falar disso.&lt;br /&gt;Pena que passou, acabou e não sei quando vou ter esse gostinho de novo...daí uma certa "depressão". É aquele sentimento de quando a gente realiza aquilo que quer muito, daí vem aquele período de euforia e depois uma sensação de vazio por aquele momento ter acabado. Ainda mais quando eu penso que estava ali tão perto, caralho nunca vi um show de tão perto.&lt;br /&gt;Estou parecendo adolescente falando assim, mas quer saber, apesar de todos os aspectos "uó" da adolescência, eu pelo menos me diverti muito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-113068593121722943?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113068593121722943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=113068593121722943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113068593121722943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113068593121722943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/embora-eu-no-tenha-mais-idade-para.html' title='Embora eu não tenha mais idade para isso....'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-113020083842239812</id><published>2005-10-24T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T17:40:38.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Criançs...voltei</title><content type='html'>Ainda sob o efeito entorpecente....como uma criança maravilhada em um parque de diversões. Sim, podem me chamar de brega ou de medíocre, mas admito, realizei um sonho (ainda há muitos outros...rs). Poucas pessoas conseguem ou têm a oportunidade. Tudo bem, minhas ambições não são tão "pequenas" assim, mas há algumas tão simples que nos deixam tão felizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depois eu posto aqui a prova do crime.&lt;br /&gt;Hard to explain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-113020083842239812?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/113020083842239812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=113020083842239812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113020083842239812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/113020083842239812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/criansvoltei.html' title='Criançs...voltei'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-112847787804118251</id><published>2005-10-04T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T19:04:38.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Espiadela</title><content type='html'>Não precisa ser sempre, ou pra sempre. Eu só quero experimentar.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna have a taste of it....a glimpse..to know what's like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. as malditas reticências....rs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-112847787804118251?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112847787804118251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=112847787804118251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112847787804118251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112847787804118251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/10/espiadela.html' title='Espiadela'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-112795772167057258</id><published>2005-09-28T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T18:35:21.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your sadness don't lie&lt;br /&gt;Your feelings can't hide&lt;br /&gt;You always know why&lt;br /&gt;But your reasons are sly&lt;br /&gt;You never deny&lt;br /&gt;What you feel inside&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;I Disappear when you're not here&lt;br /&gt;In my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't slip away when I see your face&lt;br /&gt;I lose my confusion&lt;br /&gt;Your Love Is The Place Where I Come From&lt;br /&gt;When I'm on my own I'm lost in space&lt;br /&gt;My freedoms a delusion&lt;br /&gt;Your Love Is The Place Where I Come From&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sadness don't lie&lt;br /&gt;My feelings can't hide&lt;br /&gt;I Just can't deny&lt;br /&gt;What I feel inside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-112795772167057258?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112795772167057258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=112795772167057258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112795772167057258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112795772167057258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/09/your-sadness-dont-lie-your-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-112795723731026107</id><published>2005-09-28T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T18:27:17.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here comes your man. Cadê? Não to vendo nenhum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao som de Teenage Fanclub. Música de apaixonados para pessoas desiludidas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-112795723731026107?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112795723731026107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=112795723731026107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112795723731026107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112795723731026107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/09/here-comes-your-man.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-112787171337531065</id><published>2005-09-27T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T18:41:53.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem diria</title><content type='html'>Além de Smiths, agora M.I.A também? O que é que é isso meo deos????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é né, depois de ter pago 250 conto no ingresso, não posso ficar sem cantar um refrãozinho sequer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya babes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-112787171337531065?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112787171337531065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=112787171337531065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112787171337531065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112787171337531065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/09/quem-diria.html' title='Quem diria'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-112768796963697537</id><published>2005-09-25T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T15:39:29.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentes</title><content type='html'>realmente, como disse minha amiga Pri, acho que algumas parecem "presentes" na nossa vida, que aparecem do nada, sem nenhuma explicação e nos proporcionam momentos tão divertidos, e algumas vezes tão surreais, e depois somem, da mesma maneira que apareceram. E tornam-se souvenirs de momentos tão especiais. &lt;br /&gt;Pena que elas acabam desaparecendo, porém tornam-se "imortais".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-112768796963697537?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112768796963697537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=112768796963697537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112768796963697537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112768796963697537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/09/presentes.html' title='Presentes'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-112675018239991074</id><published>2005-09-14T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T19:09:42.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Esses desencontros estão me deixando meio doida. Vc some mas ao mesmo tempo - e de repente - fica tão perto (e tão invisível). Aliás, qtos desencontros na vida....e quantos encontros inesperados (e inusitados!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E algumas coisas encontradas "perderam a graça".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-112675018239991074?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112675018239991074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=112675018239991074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112675018239991074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112675018239991074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/09/esses-desencontros-esto-me-deixando.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-112639928830297439</id><published>2005-09-10T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T17:41:28.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trechos</title><content type='html'>"Nossas vidas não são um clichê (a menos que você queira). Não são feitas de frases prontas, reações e situações previsíveis. Sempre vamos nos deparar com pessoas ou circunstâncias que nos vão surpreender e nos fazer repensar nossos conceitos, nossos sentimentos, nossas expectativas. E isso faz com que descobrimos uma gama de outros sentimentos aos quais ainda não foram atribuídos nomes. Isso nos faz ter consciência de que somos capazes de muitas coisas das quais não fazíamos idéia, tanto boas quanto ruins. Às vezes somos muito piores do que imaginamos, outras vezes somos seres humanos muito melhores. Mas isso tudo serve para que final cheguemos a uma só conclusão: somos seres humanos, e portanto suscetíveis a erros...e portanto, com qualidades e defeitos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. isso futuramente, quem sabe, fará parte de um livro....rs. Interessou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea Sipoli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-112639928830297439?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112639928830297439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=112639928830297439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112639928830297439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112639928830297439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/09/trechos.html' title='Trechos'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-112629119436826391</id><published>2005-09-09T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T11:39:54.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing times</title><content type='html'>Pois é, além de tudo até beterraba estou comendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realmente há algo de estranho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inferno astral? Ch..ch...changes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-112629119436826391?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112629119436826391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=112629119436826391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112629119436826391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112629119436826391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/09/changing-times.html' title='Changing times'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-112508804607899632</id><published>2005-08-26T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T13:27:26.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estranhas vontades, estranhos desejos</title><content type='html'>O que será que determina o gosto, vontades e interesses de uma pessoa? &lt;br /&gt;O fato de algo ser bom ou ruim? Mas o que é ser bom ou ruim?&lt;br /&gt;O fato de ser bonito ou feio? Mas o que é beleza e o que é feiura?&lt;br /&gt;O fato de ser legal ou chato? Mas o que é ser legal ou ser chato?&lt;br /&gt;O fato de ser tosco ou sofisticado? Mas o que é tosquice e o que é sofisticação?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não sei de mais nada. Só sei que ultimamente tenho sentido vontades "estranhas", diferentes da maioria das coisas que, em pelo menos uns 20 anos da minha vida, eu costumava gostar. E as que eu tanto amava já não fazem mais tanto sentido para mim. Minhas crenças já não são as mesmas.&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, acho que eu já não tenho crença nenhuma. Parei de acreditar. Passei a ser mais "sensorial", a experimentar. Talvez isso soe como &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Carpe Diem&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, mas não sei se é exatamente isso.&lt;br /&gt;O fato é que eu já não sei mais o que quero, e sim o que eu NÃO quero. Não sei mais do que mais gosto, e sim o que eu DETESTO. Não sei mais quais são as coisas que me fazem felizes e sim o que me faz INFELIZ, mesmo porque eu não sei como definir felicidade, pois como haver uma definiçao objetiva para algo tão abstrato e subjetivo.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim. Estou estranha. Diferente. Será que isso é bom ou ruim?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-112508804607899632?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112508804607899632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=112508804607899632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112508804607899632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112508804607899632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/08/estranhas-vontades-estranhos-desejos.html' title='Estranhas vontades, estranhos desejos'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-112476465370654640</id><published>2005-08-22T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T19:37:33.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revendo conceitos ou influenciável???</title><content type='html'>Percebi que tenho certos "desejos" estranhos. Lavagem cerebral? Manipulável? Mutável?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fato é que meu gosto por certas coisas depende do quanto elas mexem comigo, dependem do quanto elas se aplicam à minha vida ou têm a ver com ela. Talvez seja isso que esteja acontecendo...eu esteja mudando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que me conhecem, sabem que deve ter algo de estranho para eu terminar meu post com essa frase "I am human and I need to be loved, just like everybody else does". Ps. Dedico a três pessoas que se lerem isso agora vaõ morrer de rir: Leni, Chris e Ricardo.rs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-112476465370654640?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112476465370654640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=112476465370654640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112476465370654640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112476465370654640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/08/revendo-conceitos-ou-influencivel.html' title='Revendo conceitos ou influenciável???'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-112450323881955927</id><published>2005-08-19T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T19:00:38.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little help from my friends</title><content type='html'>Gostaria de dedicar este post a duas celebridades que tornaram meu último final de semana inesquecível: Lucy Thundercat e Shirley Conceição. Se você ainda não as conhece, não sabe o que está perdendo.&lt;br /&gt;Essas duas garotas, que se conheceram na Polônia e passaram um tempo em Londrina aperfeiçoando seus conhecimentos sobre sexo, drogas, rock &amp; roll e musica eletrônica, simplesmente bombam. Elas superam todas as suas expectativas, realmente, eu gostaria de agradecer do fundo do meu coração por ter sido agraciada com a presença de ambas aqui no meu apê. Logo postaremos fotos para eternizar esse momento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-112450323881955927?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112450323881955927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=112450323881955927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112450323881955927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112450323881955927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/08/little-help-from-my-friends.html' title='A little help from my friends'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-112432155047920445</id><published>2005-08-17T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T16:32:30.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O ministério da saúde adverte:&lt;br /&gt;- Beber faz você acordar com chiclete no cabelo;&lt;br /&gt;- Beber faz você abraçar a privada suja das casas noturnas;&lt;br /&gt;- Beber faz você fazer amizade com taxistas traficas e taxistas giletonas taradAs;&lt;br /&gt;- Beber faz você cantar Raul Seixas;&lt;br /&gt;- Beber faz você dançar com as putas;&lt;br /&gt;- Beber faz você se esfregar na caixa de som;&lt;br /&gt;- Beber faz você andar 3 quilômetros a pé e de salto;&lt;br /&gt;- Beber faz você acreditar que fez intercâmbio na Polônia, que tem marido e filha (os quais estariam em casa dormindo porque você teria dado-lhes Dormonid) e que mora com sua sogra;&lt;br /&gt;- Beber faz você fazer amizade com pessoas que em condições normais você não faria, e ainda por cima aceitar beber com elas;&lt;br /&gt;- Beber faz você apertar a bunda das pessoas (principalmente daquelas que acabou de conhecer);&lt;br /&gt;- Beber faz você revelar seus segredos da adolescência para pessoas que mal conhece;&lt;br /&gt;- Beber faz você achar que pode ficar fazendo cara de sexy para tirar fotos;&lt;br /&gt;- Beber faz você dançar "Como uma Deusa" em castelhano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, vai continuar a beber???? Eu vou. rs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-112432155047920445?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112432155047920445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=112432155047920445' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112432155047920445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112432155047920445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/08/o-ministrio-da-sade-adverte-beber-faz.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-112405990643331137</id><published>2005-08-14T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T15:51:46.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pedaaaaaaaaaaala Emo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-112405990643331137?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112405990643331137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=112405990643331137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112405990643331137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112405990643331137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/08/pedaaaaaaaaaaala-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-112363523178370736</id><published>2005-08-09T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T17:53:51.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrea Esperança</title><content type='html'>Colabore você também! Ajude essa garota a sustentar seus vícios, a sair nos finais de semana, a viajar para Londria..enfim a ter um vidão! Aceitamos todos os cartões. Aceitamos também Skol, Bohemia, Smirnoff, vinho do porto, Chandon, e outros artigos do gênero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-112363523178370736?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112363523178370736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=112363523178370736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112363523178370736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112363523178370736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/08/andrea-esperana.html' title='Andrea Esperança'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-112346038566037506</id><published>2005-08-07T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T17:19:45.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pois é...descobri que agora minha nova "mania" depois de beber é apertar a bunda dos outros e dizer "Huuuuu". Confesso que aprendi isso em Londrina há algum tempo, mas era só por lá que eu aplicava o golpe. Agora estou aplicando aqui em SP, mas primeiro a gente testa nos amigos. Alguns ficam sem graça, outros adoram e se jogam na proposta.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, como eu queria escrever algo e não havia nada de inteligente para eu escrever, resolvi postar esse monte de bobagens mesmo. Ninguém vai ler, então para que se preocupar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, quanto a ontem, foi muito divertido....sair da Bela Vista para ir tomar cerva no Tatuapé..olha só o que a gente faz em busca de emoção! E ainda por cima dar uma demonstração da "dancinha gótica" no bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de ginseng, ginko-biloba, pó de guaraná, vitamina C, cafeína, cocaína, anfetamina....rs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-112346038566037506?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112346038566037506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=112346038566037506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112346038566037506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112346038566037506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/08/pois.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-112285777682422461</id><published>2005-07-31T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T17:56:16.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Postando de novo nessa &amp;%$*</title><content type='html'>Esta é a segunda vez que posto a mesma coisa aqui....está me dando nos nervos, enfim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O álcool já não faz mais o mesmo efeito, as pessoas perderam a graça, a diversão deixou de ser divertida, estou perdendo a vontade comer, peguei trauma de telefone.&lt;br /&gt;Estou em falta com muitas pessoas, não consigo mais ligar para os outros, mesmo para aqueles que sinto muita saudade e que amo muito. Por favor perdoem-me e não pensem que é descaso meu, mas é que simplesmente ter algo na minha orelha, limitanto meus movimentos e exigindo a exclusividade de minha atenção me irrta. Minha comunicação tem sido basicamente por meio de scraps do orkut ou por msn. O orkut foi a salvação da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas têm parecido tão "desinteressantes" para mim, são poucas as que olho e penso; "Hmmmmm" ou as que considero "seres pensantes". A impressão que tenho é que estou olhando para um mar de maria-vai-com-as-outras que se orgulham disso, dessa falta de personalidade e estilo próprio.&lt;br /&gt;Sem falar que eu já não consigo mais me apaixonar, as coisas perderam aquela "empolgação" de quando a gente era mais novo.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo tem parecido tão igual, tão sem novidades. Até para as coisas que seriam "boas" para mim eu já não estou mais fazendo questão de que aconteçam.&lt;br /&gt;O fato é que estou ficando cada dia mais exigente, intolerante, impaciente, cansada e desanimada. Não, não estou deprimida. Apenas tenho me tornado mais crítica e pessimista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso comer algo, mas não estou a fim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-112285777682422461?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112285777682422461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=112285777682422461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112285777682422461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112285777682422461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/07/postando-de-novo-nessa.html' title='Postando de novo nessa &amp;%$*'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-112285659244843880</id><published>2005-07-31T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T17:36:32.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-112285659244843880?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112285659244843880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=112285659244843880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112285659244843880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112285659244843880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-112207997606643853</id><published>2005-07-22T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T17:52:56.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxigênio</title><content type='html'>Bem, dizem que quando fazemos exercícios aeróbicos nosso cérebro fica mais oxigenado, e conseqüentemente temos as melhores idéias, conseguimos ser mais criativos. É, de fato reparei que toda vez que saio para caminhar eu acabo mais falando merda do que caminhando, pensando coisas idiotas, rindo sozinha....&lt;br /&gt;Assim sendo, acho que resolvi o problema da minha falta de criatividade para escrever aqui: acoplarei uma esteira a esse computador e eu escreverei enquanto caminho! Seus problemas estão resolvidos!!!! Super creative computer-esteira Tabajara!&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade mesmo eu queria era um tubo de oxigênio só para mim. Ia ficar respirando aquilo o dia todo. Qualquer dia eu assalto um hospital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-112207997606643853?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112207997606643853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=112207997606643853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112207997606643853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112207997606643853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/07/oxignio.html' title='Oxigênio'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-112174080020730086</id><published>2005-07-18T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T19:40:00.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isso vai mudar...garoa e solidão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que The Bravery presta?&lt;br /&gt;Vamos de Royksopp então. Hablando norueguês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje voltei a me sentir meio incopetente de novo. Ai droga, derrubei mel na cômoda!&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso eu continuo no dilema da "balada" para o fds (nossa que papo fútil). Aposto que vai ser tudo imprevisível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem dera, alguém perguntou de mim. Será que dessa vez o "tiro" não vai sair pela culatra? rs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-112174080020730086?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112174080020730086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=112174080020730086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112174080020730086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112174080020730086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/07/isso-vai-mudar.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-112145873154710721</id><published>2005-07-15T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T13:18:51.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go baby go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/771/1173/1600/Kill_Bill_Vol_1_-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/771/1173/320/Kill_Bill_Vol_1_-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Vai encarar? huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&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/13377940-112145873154710721?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112145873154710721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=112145873154710721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112145873154710721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112145873154710721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/07/go-baby-go.html' title='Go baby go!'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-112131232694711822</id><published>2005-07-13T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T20:38:46.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teoria da Conspiração ou o mundo ficou pequeno demais?</title><content type='html'>Eu só sei que com o "advento" do orkut todas as pessoas viraram conhecidas, todos os rostos familiares, todos os acontecimentos se tornaram coincidências e muitas coincidências tornaram-se desagradáveis. O mundo ficou pequeno demais e qualquer um se torna seu amigo, conhecido, colega, parceiro, ficante, enrolado e esbarra contigo na rua.&lt;br /&gt;It gives me the creeps! Porém, muita coisa aconteceu na minha vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-112131232694711822?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112131232694711822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=112131232694711822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112131232694711822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112131232694711822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/07/teoria-da-conspirao-ou-o-mundo-ficou.html' title='Teoria da Conspiração ou o mundo ficou pequeno demais?'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-112122484919825340</id><published>2005-07-12T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T20:20:49.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/771/1173/1600/killbillvol1_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/771/1173/320/killbillvol1_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai me dizer que você nunca teve vontade de usar isso?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&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/13377940-112122484919825340?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112122484919825340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=112122484919825340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112122484919825340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112122484919825340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/07/vai-me-dizer-que-voc-nunca-teve.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-112121821147607735</id><published>2005-07-12T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T18:30:11.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Eu não me acho mais inteligente ou mais culta do que a maioria das pessoas, e sim que a maioria das pesssoas não sabe o que deveria saber.&lt;br /&gt;Não sou melhor do que essas pessoas, e sim que essas pessoas que não são boas o quanto deveriam ser.&lt;br /&gt;Não sou arrogante, e sim exigente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&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/13377940-112121821147607735?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112121821147607735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=112121821147607735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112121821147607735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112121821147607735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/07/eu-no-me-acho-mais-inteligente-ou-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-112112699887306155</id><published>2005-07-11T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T17:09:58.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;É complicado quando você nasce em uma cidadezinha pequena, cresce e depois parte para um lugar onde as pessoas e a vida são completamente diferentes. Meu pai sempre me diz para eu não cuspir no prato que comi, para eu não reclamar do lugar onde nasci por que posso ter que voltar a viver aqui. Sim, concordo, a vida dá muitas voltas, porém, eu não posso deixar de expressas minha "indignação" com certas coisas que vejo aqui. Não sei bem se seria indignação, mas tem certas coisas que simplesmente não entram na minha cabeça. Não consigo me adaptar mais a esse tipo de vida.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quando eu era adolescente, a vida era completamente diferente. Minhas ambições eram outras. Meu mundo era outro. Eu conseguia estabelecer uma conversa com praticamente qualquer pessoa da minha idade, conseguia me divertir com as coisas mais toscas, nos lugares mais horríveis e com pessoas medíocres (claro, embora que se pudesse estaria em lugares melhores, porém eu me "conformava" com o que tinha á mão porque ainda não conhecia o que havia além, o que era melhor). Hoje eu venho para cá e sinto desespero. Não consigo mais estabelecer diálogos interessantes com as pessoas. È como se tudo sobre o que eu falasse essas pessoas nunca ouviram falar e nem se interessam em conhecer. Talvez muitas devam achar que eu sou arrogante ou metida, mas é que simplesmente parece que a minha vida, meu modo de pensar já não tem conexão alguma com o delas. Eu já não consigo mais me divertir com qualquer coisa, ver graça nas mesmas coisas...aliás, eu vejo graça mesmo é em ser super irônica em relação ao que se passa aqui. Essas pessoas para mim parecem que saíram de uma história surreal, personagens surreais, vivendo num mundo tão distante - isso porque nem estão tão longe assim. Mas o que mais me espanta é a falta de vontade de querer evoluir. Pararam no tempo e não fazem questão de querer continuar caminhando para frente. E eu me sinto um ET.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh Senhor! Não permita que eu fique presa aqui. Seria demais para mim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&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/13377940-112112699887306155?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112112699887306155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=112112699887306155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112112699887306155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112112699887306155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/07/complicado-quando-voc-nasce-em-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-112103647335497320</id><published>2005-07-10T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T16:01:13.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ricos, famosos e sem amigos....ou sem amor próprio?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Hoje vendo TV andei analisando alguns "freaks" que apareciam e cheguei à seguinte conclusão: esse povo não tem amigo. Por mais ricos e famosos que sejam, pessoas como Mariah Carrey, Beyoncée, Shakira, Christina Aguilera, Backstreet Boys, Jennifer Lopez e cia ltda. definitivamente não têm amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Pensem bem, se você visse que seu amigo anda se expondo ao ridículo utilizando roupas de péssimo gosto e dançando, fazendo poses, caras e bocas em frente à camêra que mais o fazem parecer como uma prostituta vendendo seu corpinho, rebolando como se estivessem fazendo sexo explícito na tv, você deixaria seu amigo fazer isso? Você o deixaria pagar esse mico, mico esse que seria veiculado mundialmente? Mico que queimaria o filme do seu amigo forever???????&lt;br /&gt;Ou seria isso falta de bom senso? Falta de amor próprio? Falta de discernimento? Falta de senso de ridículo? Pelamordedeus viu, só sei que dá dó...ao mesmo tempo que dá vontade, muita vontade de rir.&lt;br /&gt; Ou será que a ridícula sou eu e não tô sabendo??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&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/13377940-112103647335497320?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112103647335497320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=112103647335497320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112103647335497320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112103647335497320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/07/ricos-famosos-e-sem-amigosou-sem-amor.html' title='Ricos, famosos e sem amigos....ou sem amor próprio?'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-112078652817671124</id><published>2005-07-07T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T18:35:28.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartilha do Pai</title><content type='html'>Impressionante, acho que nossos pais foram todos educados, alfabetizados e treinados com o mesmo método de "ensino": a Cartilha do Pai. As falas são as mesmas, o raciocínio é o mesmo, as incoerências são as mesmas, a teimosia é a mesma. Aliás, falando em teimosia estou certa de que nessa cartilha há um capítulo que diz "Eu sou Deus" no qual os ensina a achar e a agir como se fossem invencíveis, donos da razão e teimosos. Ensina também a dar sermão nos filhos por simplesmente ter derrubado azeite na toalha e a inventar mil desculpas e justificativas quando o sujeito da ação "errada" são eles.&lt;br /&gt;Affee...precisam revisar e atualizar essa edição da cartilha, está mto ultrapassada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-112078652817671124?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112078652817671124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=112078652817671124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112078652817671124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112078652817671124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/07/cartilha-do-pai.html' title='Cartilha do Pai'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-112052224152440354</id><published>2005-07-04T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T17:10:41.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inevitável</title><content type='html'>Não adianta, até mesmo em ocasiões boas a gente tem trabalho, preocupação. Vai sempre haver um processo estressante, mesmo quando as coisas estão a seu favor. Por isso que eu acho que a idéia de felicidade é uma mera ilusão. Ilusão essa que quanto mais se persegue, mais se frusta, mais se torna infeliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-112052224152440354?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/112052224152440354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=112052224152440354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112052224152440354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/112052224152440354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/07/inevitvel.html' title='Inevitável'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-111992619975181322</id><published>2005-06-27T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T19:36:39.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hein???</title><content type='html'>Cada dia que passa a vida anda mais surreal....e eu cada vez mais descontrolada. Tenho feito coisas que não são muito do meu feitio. Isso me assusta um pouco, porém me anima também. É bom perder um pouco o controle das coisas às vezes, só espero que o meu bom-senso também não se perca por aí.&lt;br /&gt;Nossa, esse post tá muito clichê, muito brega! Ai que sono, vou dormir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-111992619975181322?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111992619975181322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=111992619975181322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/111992619975181322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/111992619975181322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/06/hein.html' title='Hein???'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-111940135716929771</id><published>2005-06-21T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T17:49:17.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ando me sentindo meio incopetente, burra esses dias. Tenho a sensação de que, para alguém na minha situação, eu deveria saber mais das coisas, ter mais discernimento, senso crítico, saber usar a cabeça....ser mais inteligente. Parece que estou decepcionando as pessoas, ou será que elas têm tido expectativas muito altas a meu respeito? Ou será que eu é que sou perfeccionista demais?&lt;br /&gt;Afffe...acho q eu cheguei num ponto em que não consigo evoluir mais, ou que eu evolua, mas até chegar no próximo estágio ainda vai demorar um tempo, e é justo nesse momento que eu preciso progredir mais rápido.&lt;br /&gt;Já estou beirando os 25, e as cobranças nessa idade são diferentes de quando se tem 21, embora a diferença seja pouca. Aos 21 você está saindo da faculdade, tem a desculpa de que é inexperiente e se sente menos culpado quando comete seus erros. Aos 25, embora já não seja tão "adulto" ou experiente assim, você já não é mais tão ingênuo ou inexperiente. Nem todas as suas "escorregadas" serão vistas como escorregadas, mas sim falhas, ou até mesmo erros. Porém, para muitas coisas ainda é considerado jovem demais ou não lhe dão o crédito que mereça. Talvez seja uma espécie de "adolescência" depois dos 20. Assim como quando se tem 14/15 anos ainda se é imaturo e criança para muitas coisas e aos 18 você está mais velho se acha mais preparado, porém ainda inseguro, e na maioria das vezes sendo cobrado. Pois é....assim será quando você tiver 25 anos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-111940135716929771?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111940135716929771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=111940135716929771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/111940135716929771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/111940135716929771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/06/ando-me-sentindo-meio-incopetente.html' title=''/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-111906948612492192</id><published>2005-06-17T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T21:38:06.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na madrugada vitrola rolando um blues.....</title><content type='html'>Cansada, porém sem vontade de dormir. Soulseek tá uma merda. Vai demorar 1 bilhão de anos para baixar tudo, só q se eu desligar perco meu lugar na fila.&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã acho que rola um passeio na super badalada March 25, depois compras de artigos de necessidade básica na Ikesaki, cds no Standcenter, e depois é uma incógnita.&lt;br /&gt;To meio estrassada com "modinhas anti-modinha", mas enfim, não estou com paciência para escrever sobre isso agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, preciso citar uma frase muito sábia proferida por minha cara amiga Mariana:&lt;br /&gt;"O que é um graveto para quem já tem uma tora no cu?"&lt;br /&gt;Sabias palavras amiga!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-111906948612492192?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111906948612492192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=111906948612492192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/111906948612492192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/111906948612492192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/06/na-madrugada-vitrola-rolando-um-blues.html' title='Na madrugada vitrola rolando um blues.....'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-111880305362695262</id><published>2005-06-14T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T19:37:33.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and tired</title><content type='html'>Cansada de farsas, de mentiras. Por que as pessoas perdem tempo fazendo isso? Viver, se ferrar, passar vergonha, fazer papel de idiota, ser tosco, besta...é tão mais interessante. Pelo menos pode-se rir de coisas que realmente aconteceram.&lt;br /&gt;É compreensível que tanta gente esteja de saco cheio, mas também queria que me dessem a chance de provar que eu não sou uma farsa...embora não precise provar nada para ninguém.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-111880305362695262?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111880305362695262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=111880305362695262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/111880305362695262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/111880305362695262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/06/sick-and-tired.html' title='Sick and tired'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-111860812037862154</id><published>2005-06-12T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T13:28:40.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai meu Deus!</title><content type='html'>Ressaaaaaaaaaaaaaca! Puts, destilado é foda: me fez dançar no metrô, imitando a Kate Moss no clipe "I just don't what to do with myself"...pois é, imaginem!&lt;br /&gt;E o show do Big Dog hoje foi para as cucuias. Ninguém mais vai e eu to podre demais para colocar a cara para fora de casa.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso na sala da injustiça, nossa amiga está assistindo aquela idiotice de Mtv Movie Awards....affe. Domingo! Que vontade de explodir tudo! Inclusive a minha cabeça, que dói dói!&lt;br /&gt;Ah, feliz dia dos namorados, Gaspar!!! Eu o amo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-111860812037862154?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111860812037862154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=111860812037862154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/111860812037862154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/111860812037862154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/06/ai-meu-deus.html' title='Ai meu Deus!'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-111845078240284353</id><published>2005-06-10T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T17:46:22.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orgia de traveco</title><content type='html'>"Eu tava com meus mano lá na minha quebrada&lt;br /&gt;Chegou o Wanderley e veio dar idéia errada"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ouvi rumores que a Barbie Kill vai fazer uma versão dessa música! Tonhona vai bombaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-111845078240284353?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111845078240284353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=111845078240284353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/111845078240284353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/111845078240284353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/06/orgia-de-traveco.html' title='Orgia de traveco'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-111837120971279186</id><published>2005-06-09T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T19:40:09.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MVG - Movimento volta Grazi</title><content type='html'>Grazi, volta para o Wonka!&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai ficar pulando com o baixo, chacoalhando o cabelo, quem vai cantar Comprimidos, Rejection Junkie????????????? Quem vai usar saia balonê, blusa vermelha de bolinhas pretas? Quem quem quem????????????????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-111837120971279186?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111837120971279186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=111837120971279186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/111837120971279186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/111837120971279186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/06/mvg-movimento-volta-grazi.html' title='MVG - Movimento volta Grazi'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-111811269326057585</id><published>2005-06-06T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T19:51:33.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Aid Alternativo no Brasil</title><content type='html'>Atenção Atenção!!! Depois de um ano do bem sucedido festival beneficente para as criancinhas botsuanesas, que teve participações especiais ilustres e o lançamento de um cd, o "Vai encarar? Canções para um Mundo Melhor", é a vez do Brasil hospedar tal evento, mas em prol das criancinhas nordestinas. Diferente do ano passado, que contou com atrações da música pop, o festival deste ano terá atrações do rock, principalmente bandas do estilo "alternativo". E promete bombar bem mais que o famoso Live Aid. O evento será no sertão nordestino no vilarejo de São Anastácio do Tamandequi, e algumas atrações já estão confirmadas: Radiohead tocando baião e forró, Strokes tocando covers da Xuxa, Placebo cantanto "Macho Man"embalado por um berimbau, show acústico dos Chemical Brothers, Nine Inch Nails fazendo homenagem a Luis Gonzaga e Prodigy fazendo parceria com Travis, e muito mais.&lt;br /&gt;Dentre as atrações nacionais, a única banda confirmada é a recém-criada, e ainda sem nome, banda formada pelas ilustres celebridades Chris Mayer (vocal/guitarra/idelizador da banda); Andréa Sipoli (roadie/vocal/dançarina/tradutora/eletricista/encanadora/apoio moral), Miyuki Murata (vocal/dançarina/sobrinha da Natália (Nan) e da Érica); Nan (empresária/apoio moral/tia da Miyuki e irmã da Érica), o baterista ainda não se sabe quem é, mas a bateria e os apetrechos a banda já tem, e o baixista será o mesmo do White Stripes. A banda, que mal começou a tocar e já é aclamada, faz músicas em inglês, português, francês, alemão, tcheco, russo, armênio, mandarim, dialetos japoneses, aramaico e grego, e possui influências de New order, depeche mode, radiohead, raveonettes, strokes, Massive Attack, David Bowie, New York Dolls, Chemical Brothers, White Stripes, Miss Kittin, Travis, Stray Cats, Beatles, Wonkavision, Cardigans, Madonna, Beethoven, dentre outros.&lt;br /&gt;O evento também contará com Palestras via Conference Call do Além com celebridades póstumas como Ian Curtis falando sobre como ser feliz, Sid Vicious numa palestra anti-drogas, Joey &amp; Deedee Ramone ensinando como ser saudável e belo aos 50 anos. Todas essas palestras serão realizadas graças à tecnologia de ponta desenvolvida pela Motorola, a qual dispensa o ritual de mesa branca para falar com pessoas já falecidas, tudo isso por meio de ondas eletromagnéticas que viagem na velocidade da luz, bom o resto a Motorola não revela.&lt;br /&gt;O evento ocorrerá em julho de 2005, com datas ainda a serem confirmadas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-111811269326057585?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111811269326057585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=111811269326057585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/111811269326057585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/111811269326057585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/06/live-aid-alternativo-no-brasil.html' title='Live Aid Alternativo no Brasil'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-111800644688554436</id><published>2005-06-05T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T14:20:46.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A white-striped Andrea</title><content type='html'>Obrigada, muito obrigada Tia Meg &amp; Tio Jack.&lt;br /&gt;Pela primeira vez eu posso dizer que realmente ASSISTI a um show de rock de bandas conhecidas. Não só assisti, como pulei, berrei, cantei muito....fiquei sem voz, quase caí nas pessoas sentadas na minha frente...hahahahah. Foi a emoção! Não era para menos, para um show que começou com Dead Leaves and the dirty ground e que teve demonstrações de "afeto" para com o público do Tio Jack, que declarou não ver a hora de voltar para cá, que desceu do palco para entregar em mãos seu cd novo a um fã na platéia, que dedicou uma música a sua "mais nova amiga, Cláudia, de Bauru" (quem será essa pessoa?), e afirmou que se nós não nos importássemos, como aquele era o último show, iria ficar tocando por um tempão, tocando coisas que nunca havíamos ouvido, inclusive repetiu músicas, mudou a letra de outras, improvisando e fazendo "versões extendidas" da música....hahahahha. Além de querer ensinar músicas novas para o público, testar o microfone e a guitarra (essa parte foi ótema! hahahah), dar vários vácuos para o povo cantar - e o público respondia bem!!! E terminar o show com um "God Bless you Brazil" e ficar um tempão com a Meg na frente do palco agradecendo ao público.  Ou seja, foi lindo. Tem como não se apaixonar? Sim meus queridos, tia Meg e tio Jack bombam!&lt;br /&gt;E o "bombardeamento" da noite continuou....conhecemos a Fer e o Flavio, de Porto Alegre, levamos os dois para "o mau caminho de Sp"..hahahahah...a noite é uma criança e o Dj Club foi o lugar escolhido para embalá-la, na companhia de pessoas muito legais e da cerva! Hail to the beer! Foda foi meu maldito olho fazendo frescura e "lagrimijando" toda hora! hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;E na volta para a casa, ainda dei um rolê no extra para comprar pao e mortadela...o zumbi em pessoa, maquiagem borrada! Bunita!!! Mas feliz, mto feliz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-111800644688554436?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111800644688554436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=111800644688554436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/111800644688554436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/111800644688554436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/06/white-striped-andrea.html' title='A white-striped Andrea'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-111784748733579396</id><published>2005-06-03T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T18:11:27.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don't know what to do with myself!</title><content type='html'>The hardest button to button...ai meu deus, estou tendo overdose! E para ajudar há a presença da cerva...onipresente e onipontente! hahahahaha. Acompanhada de Cebolitos e Bis Morango! Não, não é larica, é TPM + ansiedade. Amanhã é sábado...pois é, sábado, um dia cheio de afazeres e possibilidades....e expectativas! Frio na barriga! Listras vermelhas! Credicard hall (fim do mundo, ai meu deus!), Dj club, apartamento novo, supermercado. E uma só Eu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problems at hand are lighter than at heart! Sim, talvez as coisas sejam mais simples do que eu imagine....Be like the squirrel girl, be like the squirrel! (....) Straighten your curls, your problems hide in your curls. Sejamos práticos. Sim, praticidade, é disso que preciso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hyptonize you baby on the telephone....ahh....parece que cada vez mais essas músicas tem mais a ver comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, queria pedir desculpas para ti Lene, que veio gentilmente "postear" aqui, e a burra aqui esqueceu de permitir comentários de usários não registrados. Sorry baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, vou continar a dar ouvidos a Tia Meg e Tio Jack.&lt;br /&gt;Bon soir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-111784748733579396?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111784748733579396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=111784748733579396' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/111784748733579396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/111784748733579396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-just-dont-know-what-to-do-with.html' title='I just don&apos;t know what to do with myself!'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-111783139131341592</id><published>2005-06-03T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T13:43:11.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn on the bright lights</title><content type='html'>ECO ECO ECO ECO....EC...E....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexta-feira! Minha cabeça está ecoando, vazia, assim como esta página.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-111783139131341592?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111783139131341592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=111783139131341592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/111783139131341592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/111783139131341592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/06/turn-on-bright-lights.html' title='Turn on the bright lights'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13377940.post-111776724160761595</id><published>2005-06-02T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T19:54:01.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alô alô testando</title><content type='html'>Pois é, quando eu tenho idéias não dá para escrever; quando dá para escrever eu não tenho idéias.&lt;br /&gt;Lei de Murphy? Não, acho que seria a aula de francês mesmo e o ônibus lotado de gente "bonita" que circula na linha Sto Amaro - Pq Dom Pedro II. Isso minha filha, venha morar na selva você também! Venha para o mundo de Marlboro....mar....mar de gente...gente boa e ruim, gente feia...como tem gente feia nessa cidade!&lt;br /&gt;E as expectativas para sábado persistem...será que vai ser transtorner total? Será que eu vou conseguir ver a Tia Meg e o Tio Jack?&lt;br /&gt;Este aqui é o meu terceiro blog. Pois é, quando eu começo a ficar sem criatividade para escrever em um blog eu crio outro achando que vou conseguir voltar e escrever. Sei que é besteira, mas sei lá...distração.&lt;br /&gt;Affe..eu estou é transtornando de sono já. Amanhã continuo a tradução da Hill &amp;amp; Knowlton. Eu me divirto fazendo isso, a gente fica sabendo de cada coisa!&lt;br /&gt;A cama chama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13377940-111776724160761595?l=transtorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/feeds/111776724160761595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13377940&amp;postID=111776724160761595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/111776724160761595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13377940/posts/default/111776724160761595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transtorner.blogspot.com/2005/06/al-al-testando.html' title='Alô alô testando'/><author><name>C'est moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10027006077772522051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
