<?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-3123546420362919408</id><updated>2011-12-07T14:15:32.656-02:00</updated><category term='babaquice'/><category term='popup'/><category term='sac'/><category term='egoismo'/><category term='chatice'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='eventos'/><category term='tag'/><category term='analogia'/><category term='música'/><category term='conceitos'/><category term='mudaê'/><category term='bebida'/><category term='personare'/><category term='bbb'/><category term='ficadica'/><title type='text'>Pop Up Mental</title><subtitle type='html'>no ice cream for you!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>265</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-6510964644869727285</id><published>2010-08-06T15:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T15:25:45.357-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ontem, meu dia foi instável: sol, arco-íris, rock 70s. chuvas, nuvens pretas, injeção na veia, sangue e blues. 


hoje, até agora, saiu um solzinho bem fuleiro. depois, o tempo ficou nublado. agora, parece que o sol tá em clima de azaração e férias na praia.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/6510964644869727285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/6510964644869727285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2010/08/ontem-meu-dia-foi-instavel-sol-arco.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-8363640584238684222</id><published>2010-07-23T17:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T17:47:41.173-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>depois de matou a familia e foi ao cinema,
vem MORREU E FOI AO SHOPPING!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/8363640584238684222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/8363640584238684222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2010/07/depois-de-matou-familia-e-foi-ao-cinema.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-7205385345595803931</id><published>2010-07-09T21:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T21:14:07.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>não sei pq ainda ñ ha a profissao de comentarista  de receitas. tipo um 'neto' comentando o passo a passo do q a palmirinha  ta fazendo.

"ó, ela nao peneirou essa farinha direito. não sei  se esse bolo vai ficar bom, não"

e as mesas redondas, iguais aquelas que rolam as 2ªs na espn? uma dessas cobrindo cada lance das receitas da semana - analisando preparo, postura ao falar, ingredientes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7205385345595803931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7205385345595803931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2010/07/nao-sei-pq-ainda-n-ha-profissao-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-4967438341556628419</id><published>2010-07-06T14:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:08:27.851-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>galera anda caindo bem firme no sexting
quero saber se já existe o sexting artistico
profissão do futuro: marchand de sexting artistico.
                              sexting designer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/4967438341556628419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/4967438341556628419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2010/07/galera-anda-caindo-bem-firme-no-sexting.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-6540194805149405899</id><published>2010-07-02T17:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T17:22:01.394-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mick jagger se consagrou nessa copa como o pé frio.

não sei como até agora ninguém fez conexões como:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJ8MvnEVCqM


+


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXo-6A3BloQ


= MICK JAGGER !

mas agora o #bra já deixou ele entrar no estadio e saimos da copa! hahahaha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/6540194805149405899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/6540194805149405899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2010/07/mick-jagger-se-consagrou-nessa-copa.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-4903780220200766612</id><published>2010-06-24T22:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:43:15.164-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Léo diz:
*http://www.submarino.com.br/produto/12/21796278/kit+xbox+arcade+%28fable+2+++banjo-kazooie+++cabo+hdmi%29?menuId=1471
Chica Migraña diz:
*li o link 'banjo"
Chica Migraña diz:
*imaginei um banjo mesmo... hahaha
Chica Migraña diz:
*um banjo hightec
Chica Migraña diz:
*hahahaha
Léo diz:
*uhauhauhaha
Chica Migraña diz:
*ja pensou: banjo hero!
Léo diz:
*quem sabe aparece um banjo hero
Léo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/4903780220200766612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/4903780220200766612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2010/06/leo-diz-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-7657546288272688178</id><published>2010-06-19T23:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T23:52:46.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e ai todo mundo virou josé saramaguense desde recem nascido
ó, todo mundo "fanzaço'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7657546288272688178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7657546288272688178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-ai-todo-mundo-virou-jose-saramaguense.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-5266243674406718044</id><published>2010-06-19T20:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T23:54:22.697-03:00</updated><title type='text'>leilão de lanches</title><summary type='text'>em conversa pelo msn


GP diz:to querendo encoment]dar meu lanche e o cardapio q eu recebi diz assim: "consulte nossos preços no site"ai vc vai no site e nao tem, os preços*diz assim: ligue para o tel XXX para consultar os preços
Chica Migraña diz:
*fica dificil assim!
GP diz:*ai vc deve ligar e eles devem dizer: ah, preço? so vindo aqui na loja...
Chica Migraña diz:
hauhauahuahauaa. olha, eu nao</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/5266243674406718044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/5266243674406718044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2010/06/em-conversa-pelo-msn-diz-to-querendo.html' title='leilão de lanches'/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-5871557514443625074</id><published>2010-06-18T18:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T18:37:17.561-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"friendcheap, friendsheep, friendchips..."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/5871557514443625074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/5871557514443625074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2010/06/friendcheap-friendsheep-friendchips.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-1312688019959650764</id><published>2009-12-26T00:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T00:19:01.248-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o tugs nao tá! 
tenho q brincá com minha sombra =[

eu to logo atras de vc!
"me leva pra caixa de areia q te mostro"
"era construir uma coisa"
mas q tipo de casa?
"uma grande... MUITO GRANDE"
"poxa, estou doida pra ver... "é ela parece bem grande mesmo"
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/1312688019959650764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/1312688019959650764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-tugs-nao-ta-tenho-q-brinca-com-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-86721232729610571</id><published>2009-12-22T05:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T05:05:03.038-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Toda negação é uma confirmação de intensidade. (DeRose)      
          Este é um sútra que alude ao fato de que quando alguém se dá ao trabalho de contrapor uma afirmação é porque reconhece um considerável grau de intensidade na força dessa afirmação. Caso contrário, simplesmente a ignoraria.
Por isso, muitas figuras históricas ficaram celebrizadas. Não tanto pelas suas contribuições efetivas, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/86721232729610571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/86721232729610571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/12/toda-negacao-e-uma-confirmacao-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-9097505511890568149</id><published>2009-12-16T03:44:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T03:44:30.629-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You'll rescue me, right?
In the exact same way they never did.
I'll be happy, right?
When your healing powers kick in.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/9097505511890568149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/9097505511890568149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/12/youll-rescue-me-right-in-exact-same-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-1637555362486901212</id><published>2009-12-14T00:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:21:16.878-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>acho engraçadinho pessoas que se julgam superiores, bem espertinhas, e que sempre tem aquela coisa de "eu sou bem sucedido, feliz, amado" ou "eu joguei verde pra ver quem você era!"
pra quê isso?

gente assim só estimula pra dar corda ao papo deles, assim damos mais risada. uma coisa bem automática e previsivel, sabe? pra dar um respiro na cabeça. ver que ainda existe gente que se preocupa com </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/1637555362486901212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/1637555362486901212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/12/acho-engracadinho-pessoas-que-se-julgam.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-7564522135006377751</id><published>2009-12-09T04:20:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T04:33:21.581-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From alleyways and hallways 
I love you always 

I crawl in through 
Alleyways and hallways 
I love you always 
Yeah I crawl in through 
Alleyways and hallways 
I love you always 
I love you all ways!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7564522135006377751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7564522135006377751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/12/from-alleyways-and-hallways-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-2427252655249937361</id><published>2009-12-07T00:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:19:35.940-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e quando você tá num processo de respiração, de reerguer, e coisas reaparecem?
seria uma especie de teste de paciência ou até resistência ?

parece que sim.

eu vou seguir a base de muita respiração.
deve ser só mais uma fase. e eu passo por mais essa tb.

a flexibilidade se mantem, assim como o os mantras.
todos entoados e praticados com o poder da mente!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/2427252655249937361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/2427252655249937361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-quando-voce-ta-num-processo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-7647500944115954500</id><published>2009-12-02T00:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T00:11:26.032-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've been here before, and I know your kind 
you're right where i want you to be 
now I'll say what I think, 
I'll never be what you want me to be
you'll be on your knees </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7647500944115954500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7647500944115954500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-been-here-before-and-i-know-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-6021526773337949817</id><published>2009-11-29T04:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T04:12:04.461-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Acho a velocidade um prazer de cretinos. Ainda conservo o deleite dos bondes que não chegam nunca.                     
        — Nelson Rodrigues       </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/6021526773337949817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/6021526773337949817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/11/acho-velocidade-um-prazer-de-cretinos.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-9126697243182545590</id><published>2009-11-29T04:09:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T04:09:44.848-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fechando e abrindo a geladeira
A noite inteira</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/9126697243182545590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/9126697243182545590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/11/fechando-e-abrindo-geladeira-noite.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-7815422191239370873</id><published>2009-11-27T02:17:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T02:17:57.091-02:00</updated><title type='text'>e já que é pra se repetir...</title><summary type='text'>http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-pudor-e-mais-afrodisiaca-das-virtudes.html

ah! você já encheu a forminha de gelo hoje?
vai lá encher, vai. pra não deixar o coleguinha sem gelo pra bebida.

abraçinhos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7815422191239370873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7815422191239370873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-ja-que-e-pra-se-repetir.html' title='e já que é pra se repetir...'/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-4715344894667994796</id><published>2009-11-27T02:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T02:16:12.095-02:00</updated><title type='text'>a arte de me repetir</title><summary type='text'> but insonia was the greatest sleep disorder of all time.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/4715344894667994796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/4715344894667994796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/11/arte-de-me-repetir.html' title='a arte de me repetir'/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-1765291519997011200</id><published>2009-11-27T02:10:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T02:10:17.548-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sério. no 1° post eu explico o pq desse blog.
tá o motivo pode ser besta, ok.
e outra, quer ler coisa séria, se joga em artigo cientifico.

com carinho.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/1765291519997011200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/1765291519997011200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/11/serio.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-3981778458529449745</id><published>2009-11-26T23:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:41:12.348-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ja q não lanço discos, faço do twitter meu trabalho conceitual</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/3981778458529449745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/3981778458529449745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/11/ja-q-nao-lanco-discos-faco-do-twitter.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-4195316471792181088</id><published>2009-11-26T21:23:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:41:53.164-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pô, o que tá pegando, hein?
Não dá pra abrir uma porta com uma pessoa normal?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/4195316471792181088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/4195316471792181088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-que-tem-de-errado-com-voce-mulher.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-8453850698685207064</id><published>2009-11-25T02:38:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T02:54:08.778-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ela não faz por mal. Ela só não sabem bem o que fazer ... 

Ah! Ela espera e resolve jantar por lá mesmo.
Ela enfia o jantar no seu bolso
E diz "Eu nunca me apaixonei, sabe?
Nem sei o que é isso..."

Ela sabe se disserem a ela!

"Eu quero... se quiserem..."
É. Ela só vai saber se dizem a ela que tb a querem.
"Ah.. eu só quero, se me quiserem.

É o que ela diz.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/8453850698685207064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/8453850698685207064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/11/ah-ela-espera-e-resolve-jantar-por-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-2053527761283174904</id><published>2009-11-23T04:12:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T04:12:43.679-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>só sei que cordas quânticas tem tensão (e como!) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/2053527761283174904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/2053527761283174904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-sei-que-cordas-quanticas-tem-tensao.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-1506229927554033543</id><published>2009-11-23T03:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T03:45:21.749-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>talvez um dia eu aprenda a matéria que eu mais fugi na adolescência.
apesar que ainda acredito não ter aptidão pra isso.

e os únicos amigos que tenho por perto não são bem quistos.


e eles dizem, nós dizemos.
nós dizemos que está tudo ok.
mas não importa o tom, o idioma, que você use
ninguém vai ouvir de você a verdade.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/1506229927554033543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/1506229927554033543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/11/talvez-um-dia-eu-aprenda-materia-que-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-7855570502481850321</id><published>2009-11-21T22:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:43:11.803-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e o gigante, que de gigante só tinha o peso, achou que chegando suavemente poderia pegar jujubas alucionogenas do castelo que há tempos estava fechado.

mas não pode. suas formas não conseguem fazer com que os movimentos sejam imperceptiveis para a redondeza. além disso, uma mosca tenta pousar em cima daquele bolo incrivel, mas não consegue também.
o barulho que o gigante e a mosca fazem é alto </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7855570502481850321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7855570502481850321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-o-gigante-que-de-gigante-so-tinha-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-6661094612838467034</id><published>2009-11-21T19:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T19:35:57.745-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Principios basicos de um combate H2H

1. seja agressivo
2. mantenha os olhos no oponente
3. distraia-o
4. inabilite ou seja inabilitado
5. mude o ataque de acordo com a situação

6. faça a defesa se tornar um ataque implacável
7, sinta-se superior ao oponente, independente do tamanho ou da força.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/6661094612838467034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/6661094612838467034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/11/principios-basicos-de-um-combate-h2h-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-2036802025221385217</id><published>2009-11-21T14:00:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:45:08.769-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look at my horse,  my horse is amazing,
Give it a lick,
“*Mmm* It tastes just like raisins”,
Have a stroke of it’s mane, it turns into a plane,
Then it turns back again and you tug on it’s winkie,
“Oooohh, that’s dirty!”
Do you think so?
Well I better not show you where the lemonade is made
Sweet Lemonade, *Mmm* Sweet lemonade
*Mmm* Sweet Lemonade, Yeah sweet lemonade
Get on my horse, I’ll take </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/2036802025221385217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/2036802025221385217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/11/look-at-my-horse-my-horse-is-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-1644864857856798593</id><published>2009-11-19T17:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T17:38:17.637-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- Oh, não, policial! Você não vai me levar a lugar algum ! - gritava a menina
- Vou sim! Você tem sido uma garotinha muito má! - responde em tom firme enqto pega a força a menina no colo.

A menina reage, com chutes, pontapés. O Policial, por sua vez, fala cada vez mais firme, e mostrando quem é que manda ali. Com um tapa que deixa sua bochecha corada, a menina fica com a respiração cada vez mais</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/1644864857856798593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/1644864857856798593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-nao-policial-voce-nao-vai-me-levar.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-5814966233328446605</id><published>2009-11-19T14:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T14:29:01.949-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>não quero mais brincar.
não por hoje, nem por amanhã.
vou descer do play.

obrigada a todos os envolvidos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/5814966233328446605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/5814966233328446605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/11/nao-quero-mais-brincar.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-2179951389842427680</id><published>2009-11-18T01:33:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T01:33:52.029-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tem uma música q preciso ouvir sempre. sei todo o contexto dela, mas, poxa, nem me apego.
eu a percebo como uma hipnose.
alguém q diz "ride the snake"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/2179951389842427680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/2179951389842427680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/11/tem-uma-musica-q-preciso-ouvir-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-5549219116465838175</id><published>2009-11-17T03:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T03:42:01.835-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me questionaram sobre uns assuntos durante a madrugada.

por incrivel que pareça, há certas maneiras que, vendo de fora, da entender que você não vai beber nem uma coca cola gelada. porém é ai que as pessoas se enganam - o fator curiosidade é o que faz certos movimentos tão eficazes.

 mas tratam-se de táticas de guerrilha antigas, datadas ali na epoca do bang bang. caras ficavam com um pe ali </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/5549219116465838175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/5549219116465838175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/11/me-questionaram-sobre-uns-assuntos.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-3847519681010913743</id><published>2009-11-17T03:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T03:52:17.154-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1, 2, 3 testando.
peraê, como assim TESTANDO?

(olho para ambos os lados. creio que estão me observando, fazendo aplicações de michigan em mim. )

o foco desfoca focando em noutro foco focar.
uma hora, nenhum foco vai encontrar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/3847519681010913743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/3847519681010913743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/11/aaaah-quer-dize-que-to-sendo-testada.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-7341097668032430210</id><published>2009-11-12T20:44:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:44:35.175-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tu per me sei tutto quanto
tutto quanto io voglio avere</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7341097668032430210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7341097668032430210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/11/tu-per-me-sei-tutto-quanto-tutto-quanto.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-5874381574460806616</id><published>2009-11-12T00:39:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:39:08.788-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sabe quando você cansa.
então...
enjoei.
cansei.
quero outra coisa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/5874381574460806616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/5874381574460806616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/11/sabe-quando-voce-cansa.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-2079946642410100013</id><published>2009-11-10T20:37:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:37:28.455-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i may eat my words one day,  
i'll swallow my mistake</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/2079946642410100013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/2079946642410100013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-may-eat-my-words-one-day-ill-swallow.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-3450570705388431156</id><published>2009-11-09T00:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:58:23.430-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>POOORRAA, CARALHO!
ouvir isso de patton foi demais pro meu coraçãozinho.
3 coisas que gosto repetidas como um mantra...
eu senti de forma cósmica e tantrica o chacra do coleguinha da banda.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/3450570705388431156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/3450570705388431156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/11/pooorraa-caralho-ouvir-isso-de-patton.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-7485962288349870342</id><published>2009-11-04T18:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:06:12.848-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>quando eu era pequena e me perguntavam o que eu queria, eu respondia "paz", e suspirava fundo. uma coisa meio "saiam, quero ficar sozinha, 'em paz'".
hoje, além de paz, eu tô querendo concentração!
pq não é vida ter que consumir philip morris por isso. por outras coisas, ok.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7485962288349870342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7485962288349870342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/11/quando-eu-era-pequena-e-me-perguntavam.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-4859243040344711953</id><published>2009-11-02T17:25:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:25:53.962-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/4859243040344711953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/4859243040344711953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-4704611554810718310</id><published>2009-10-30T10:59:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:59:52.077-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um intelecto que em um certo momento pudesse conhecer todas as forças que estabelecem a natureza em movimento, e todas as posições de todos os temas que essa natureza compõe, se esse intelecto fosse também tão suficiente para apresentar esses dados em uma análise que pudesse unir em uma simples fórmula os movimentos dos grandes corpos do universo e o muito pequeno do átomo; para esse tipo de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/4704611554810718310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/4704611554810718310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-intelecto-que-em-um-certo-momento.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-7553308740732854139</id><published>2009-10-29T12:06:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:06:39.283-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o jovem não quer amorzinho, não.
o jovem quer é violência!

#filosofiadevida</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7553308740732854139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7553308740732854139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-jovem-nao-quer-amorzinho-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-8152520552140696366</id><published>2009-10-29T02:59:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:10:28.559-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>são todos tão perfeitos. cores que casam perfeitamente com tudo. ah! eles são moda, eles são aquilo que você sempre acreditou precisar. ai, você investe tudo que tem e... não era bem aquilo tudo. mentiram, fizeram uma baita de propaganda enganosa.

por isso fale a verdade. eu sou a favor disso. até demais. sempre exponho todas as verdades, dou um jeito - aumento/diminuo corpo da fonte, sei lá. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/8152520552140696366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/8152520552140696366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/sao-todos-tao-perfeitos.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-8005391752158024125</id><published>2009-10-28T13:13:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:14:31.224-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a europa não a toa é o berço da civilização.
só assim para termos um lance que engloba vicios meus: dança, cafeína, sociabilização com os coleguinha, musiquinha, espaço para interação, experimentalização.

bem valido.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/8005391752158024125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/8005391752158024125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/europa-nao-toa-e-o-berco-da-civilizacao.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-6946180604303789854</id><published>2009-10-24T00:28:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T00:39:44.243-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trabalho
No futuro as empresas serão menores, não existirá mais o conceito de carreira, os empregos vão acabar e o ócio criativo será total: trabalharemos só por prazer. Ao menos é isso que defende o professor Thomas Malone, especialista em trabalho do MIT. Pesquisas já mostram que os jovens estão batendo de frente com seus chefes por causa de diferenças culturais e de comunicação. E diante de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/6946180604303789854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/6946180604303789854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/trabalho-no-futuro-as-empresas-serao.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-6973234114488118671</id><published>2009-10-23T13:29:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T13:29:45.467-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e ai que @personare diz que eu preciso dar uma dinamizada em minha vida amorosa. vou reflitir sobre isso, e sair de dentro de mim.

eu nunca entendo muito bem se eles estão tirando uma com a minha cara.
 
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/6973234114488118671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/6973234114488118671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-ai-que-personare-diz-que-eu-preciso.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-1912591715040697453</id><published>2009-10-21T16:13:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:13:55.937-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e acho que a culpa toda é do queens of the stone age.
eu voltei a ouvir MUITO make it wit chu
essa música mexe com os meus instintos mais primitivos
e eu fico mais debochada do que nunca.

o pior é que não consigo parar de ouvir.
é mais forte que eu.
talvez, seja a falta de listerine whitenning.
é. pode ser isso.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/1912591715040697453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/1912591715040697453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-acho-que-culpa-toda-e-do-queens-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-3862767722560102642</id><published>2009-10-21T16:07:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:12:17.750-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Se você tivesse acreditado na minha brincadeira de dizer verdades, teria ouvido verdades que teimo em dizer brincando. Falei muitas vezes como um palhaço, mas nunca desacreditei da seriedade da platéia que sorria" - Chaplin

eu, por exemplo, cismo em dizer brincadeiras fingindo que são verdades. isso dá um rebosteio na maioria das vezes, porque quando eu tô falando sério, de verdade, são poucos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/3862767722560102642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/3862767722560102642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/se-voce-tivesse-acreditado-na-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-4767015338289410092</id><published>2009-10-19T10:29:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:29:00.858-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu sou alguém com principios.
por exemplo, eu parto do principio de fermat.

heisenberg, por sua vez, partia do princípio da incerteza. 
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/4767015338289410092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/4767015338289410092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-sou-alguem-com-principios.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-328897442050678925</id><published>2009-10-19T01:14:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T01:28:41.654-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o que tem sido esses dias?
num dia só, eu consigo ter uns 35 dias diferentes.
faz sol, calor, primaveira, neva, chove, tem arco íris.
tem corrida, tem preguiça.
tem ócio, tem trabalho.
tem que sair, tem que ficar em casa
tem intensidade, tem eletricidade.
tem difração, tem refração
e raros momentos de reflexão.
tem eletrostática
tem uma inércia sem fim 
alguma concentração, 
mas sempre um clima </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/328897442050678925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/328897442050678925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-que-tem-sido-esses-dias-num-dia-so-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-9187801105129960227</id><published>2009-10-19T01:10:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T01:23:00.125-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>salvem as focas bacanas!
(inspirado na causa da @MsKattie)

e falta ativista para isso. ninguém tá preocupado em entrar de cabeça na causa, de formar focas bacanas, se preocupar com o futuro delas, com a coisa toda.
não há ativista pronto pra isso, pra usar de violenza se necessário for.

fica dificil. fica complicado.
ai, o que a gente faz?
luta sozinho.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/9187801105129960227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/9187801105129960227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/salvem-as-focas-bacanas-inspirado-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-7709734402079480147</id><published>2009-10-19T01:10:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T01:10:26.962-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>liga mexicana de lucha picante... eu faço parte!
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7709734402079480147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7709734402079480147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/liga-mexicana-de-lucha-picante.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-4104230096341057652</id><published>2009-10-19T00:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T01:23:39.158-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sou outra pessoa depois que comecei a plantar abacaxis.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/4104230096341057652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/4104230096341057652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/sou-outra-pessoa-depois-que-comecei.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-4152616507139766375</id><published>2009-10-13T14:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:41:29.659-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ai eu descubro que posso estar com imunidade baixa, no chão, na cova
e que há 98% de chances de eu estar com caxumba.

e ai, tava tomando remédios e tal, veio o feriado, e só hoje pude ir fazer exames.
quando chego pra tirar sangue, o cara me diz: "nossa caxumba. assim, depois de velha"
"como é que é? velha é teu passado! velha... "
cara "nãoo, vc entendeu errado. velha, assim, você não é mais </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/4152616507139766375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/4152616507139766375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/ai-eu-descubro-que-posso-estar-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-1379555570897207981</id><published>2009-10-13T14:26:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:28:23.607-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu não canso de rever esse diálogo



Sheldon: I'm a physicist. I have a working knowledge of the entire universe and everything it contains. 
Penny: Who's Radiohead? 
Sheldon: I have a working knowledge of the important things.


Radiohead...
Quem curte Radiohead?
Mas nem eles devem ouvir o som deles.
eu era alguém melhor antes de saber da existência deles.
E nêgo ainda me diz que eles </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/1379555570897207981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/1379555570897207981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-nao-canso-de-rever-esse-dialogo.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-15792787389188347</id><published>2009-10-09T01:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T01:13:57.177-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>quero algo que, pela primeira vez, quero tanto quando estou mais quanto estou menos.
isso assusta.
mas creio que seria bom.
e esta tão próximo, mas não posso ter.

não agora.
e talvez amanhã já não tenha mais.
e creio que não façam mais modelos assim.

mas, amanhã, a chance de estar outra pessoa aqui é bem grande.
e pode ser que essa coisa de querer em todos os momentos, suma.
algo que eu não </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/15792787389188347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/15792787389188347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/quero-algo-que-pela-primeira-vez-quero.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-3695113428739782677</id><published>2009-10-07T22:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:54:05.028-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the only thing I know for sure
iss what i wanna do,
anytime, anywhere and i say
i wanna make it, (again and again)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/3695113428739782677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/3695113428739782677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/only-thing-i-know-for-sure-is-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-2964610165301823952</id><published>2009-10-07T11:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:49:00.148-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wanna make it,
I wanna make it wit chu,
Anytime, anywhere,
I wanna make it,
I wanna make it wit chu,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/2964610165301823952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/2964610165301823952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wanna-make-it-i-wanna-make-it-wit-chu.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-1512403603997851910</id><published>2009-10-07T07:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:52:43.761-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>queria entender o por quê venderam a prova do enem pra uma jornalista.
eles nem precisam mais de diploma. ou mudou a lei DE NOVO?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/1512403603997851910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/1512403603997851910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/queria-entender-o-por-que-venderam.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-6989138749652317445</id><published>2009-10-07T01:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:48:10.056-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You’re so impossible
Scream and moan, chills my soul
Don’t want to hear you got left behind
All the times you stayed up and cried
It’s no lie, you did it to yourself
Like chewed up gum under my shelf
Don’t look surprised,
You must have known all along
It’s just another love song
It’s never easy, it’s not hard
When you’ve lost your mind
With you it’s sleazy,
Don’t tell me your worries
I’m sick, I’</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/6989138749652317445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/6989138749652317445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-so-impossible-scream-and-moan.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-172853351744121009</id><published>2009-10-07T01:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:06:47.236-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>estou me dedicando muito na minha fazenda.
mas fico com receios, preocupações de quem tem família para cuidar, alimentar.
vai que aquele bando do mst resolve invadir minha propriedade.
como fazer, como proceder?

acho que deveria ter, no marketing, uma opção para 'armamentos', 'capangas'.
já pensou:

CAPANGAS
Negotiate: 1500 coins /2000 coins
Kill them all in 2 days
XP Gained: 500
Buy Services: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/172853351744121009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/172853351744121009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/estou-me-dedicando-muito-na-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-715070608610616927</id><published>2009-10-06T20:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:18:48.074-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you can tune a piano but you can't tuna fish</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/715070608610616927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/715070608610616927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-can-tune-piano-but-you-cant-tuna.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-4792266069232027417</id><published>2009-10-06T16:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:16:08.188-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>


piro nesses "assuntos" dos emails da womens health
hahaha

dá uma vontade de viver maior.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/4792266069232027417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/4792266069232027417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/piro-nesses-assuntos-dos-emails-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSTocR8bZX4/SsuXXWuaKmI/AAAAAAAABGc/EDanto2LN7I/s72-c/yoga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-6760763655881399498</id><published>2009-10-05T17:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:18:49.839-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>porque eu pago pra trabalhar. tô ai com 3.
trabalhamos também por hobby, pra preencher um horário, quando aquela aula foi cancelada, o horário da academia mudou. ou até pra fazer um bem pra sociedade.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/6760763655881399498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/6760763655881399498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/porque-eu-pago-pra-trabalhar.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-831383697074361928</id><published>2009-10-04T22:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:38:12.913-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e ontem eu me assustei com uma tag que estava no trending topics do twitter.
#stoptheviolence

fiquei me perguntando que tipo de gente pede uma coisa dessas. e assim pra todo mundo ver, em até 140 caracteres. o que leva pessoas a pedirem isso? isso é falta de amor, de lovage. e, citando um clássico de burt bucharach, what the world needs now is love, sweet love. e violencia é amor, é paixão, é </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/831383697074361928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/831383697074361928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-ontem-eu-me-assustei-com-uma-tag-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-7560111229692895722</id><published>2009-10-04T22:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:27:34.759-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"o pudor é a mais afrodisíaca das virtudes" já dizia nelson rodrigues. por isso, eu sigo ai, na pudiquez. pudiquez é uma tendência.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7560111229692895722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7560111229692895722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-pudor-e-mais-afrodisiaca-das-virtudes.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-871251878651766122</id><published>2009-10-04T21:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:01:09.602-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>há pessoas que podem mudar de casa, mudar de emprego, mudar de namorados. mas seguem com os mesmos, os mesmos (cacete, esqueci a palavra. que seja, vou usar outra!) hábitos de sempre. seguem repetindo as mesmas coisas que faziam - é. justamente aquelas que eles reclamavam e que estavam mega dispostos a modificar.  praticamente um vício. e podem analisar, os fatos ocorrem da mesma forma que antes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/871251878651766122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/871251878651766122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/ha-pessoas-que-podem-mudar-de-casa.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-545425168883807482</id><published>2009-10-04T21:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:57:10.937-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>go out there and talk to people.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/545425168883807482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/545425168883807482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/go-out-there-and-talk-to-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-7604984826544719156</id><published>2009-10-03T19:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:44:11.521-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>liberei pra comentar, mas não sei até quando.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7604984826544719156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7604984826544719156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/liberei-pra-comentar-mas-nao-sei-ate.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-9168315188377390108</id><published>2009-10-03T19:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:03:15.907-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>celular pra mim serve para fazer ligações. PONTO.
mas se você chega numa loja de celulares e diz que quer algo para receber e fazer ligações, pessoas olham estranho pra você , como se você fosse um alien de um planeta pouco avançado.

e ainda são capazes de dizer "porra, quer um telefone móvel, pega o sem fio da sua casa e anda por ai!"

o celular é uma praga e a sua utilidade se resume a: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/9168315188377390108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/9168315188377390108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/celular-pra-mim-serve-para-fazer.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-1895686979358947215</id><published>2009-10-03T19:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:01:09.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ai que um morador de rua encontra vários ingressos pro show do ac/dc e QUEIMA.
quer dizer, assim fica fácil dizer que esgotou.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/1895686979358947215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/1895686979358947215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/10/ai-que-um-morador-de-rua-encontra.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-3146123609165909522</id><published>2009-09-28T12:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T12:17:21.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you want it all but you can't have it

what is it!?
is it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/3146123609165909522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/3146123609165909522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-want-it-all-but-you-cant-have-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-8110409993906069355</id><published>2009-09-27T13:02:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T13:55:23.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'>nerd/whatever? eu!?</title><summary type='text'>eu fico um pouco assim quando pessoas me chamam de nerd/geek.
eu conheço muitas classificações para nerd
como o nerd clássico, o nerd que nem sabe que é, o nerd que tem vida, e o nerd que prefere ser chamado de geek, dando desculpinha que só curte tecnologia e tal, e também tem o fanboy (visto como crítico, meio chatão).

eu fiquei uns 2 anos só no isolamento, pq não tinha com quem compartilhar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/8110409993906069355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/8110409993906069355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-fico-um-pouco-assim-quando-pessoas.html' title='nerd/whatever? eu!?'/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-476841268314708179</id><published>2009-09-27T11:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T11:24:36.633-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu não entendo quem começa a namorar.
a maioria parece ter uma necessidade de precisar sair em bandos: bandos de OUTROS CASAIS.
nunca entendi isso, e não consigo conviver com isso. na mesma proporção, aliás.

eu consigo falar de outras coisas que vão além do que "o mor comeu", "onde o meu  e eu nós conhecemos". eu acredito muito ter capacidade pra mais que isso. afinal, são anos lendo e tal. 

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/476841268314708179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/476841268314708179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-nao-entendo-quem-comeca-namorar.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-5865354941469891643</id><published>2009-09-26T12:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:35:18.561-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fluffy like a baby bunny rabbit on a summers day</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/5865354941469891643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/5865354941469891643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/fluffy-like-baby-bunny-rabbit-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-1690366890760807197</id><published>2009-09-26T12:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:35:08.553-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a essa altura, já não há como zelar pela minha reputação.tenho mais é que zerar a minha reputação!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/1690366890760807197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/1690366890760807197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/essa-altura-ja-nao-ha-como-zelar-pela.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-7103005637422325315</id><published>2009-09-25T13:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:05:39.307-03:00</updated><title type='text'>lado purple haze da força</title><summary type='text'>fui na doceria ontem. pedi jujubas, e o vendedor me deu apenas uma opção.
eu que estava acostumada a voltar com dezenas de opções de guloseimas, estou aprendendo a amar somente uma.


C9H7Cl2N5  

meu novo ♥
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7103005637422325315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7103005637422325315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/lado-purple-haze-da-forca.html' title='lado purple haze da força'/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-2270428837735085430</id><published>2009-09-25T08:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T08:17:08.099-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e ai que os dias cinzentos, fumando, olhando o laguinho na minha casa na montanha, datilografando scripts de filmes em preto e branco, com vibe 30s, acabaram.
daqui uns 15 dias eu retorno lá.

agora, retomo a vida da cidade. aquela correria, agitação, doses homéricas de café, jack daniels. gargarejos sem fim com listerine whitening... uma vibe manhattan.

buenos ae!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/2270428837735085430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/2270428837735085430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-ai-que-os-dias-cinzentos-fumando.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-2996241961641105521</id><published>2009-09-23T12:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:19:46.188-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dias insones trocados pela escuridão
a mente já nada lembrava
parecia haver tempo algum não
agora um surto de lembranças de coisas que fiz
e que supostamente deveria ter feito
já nem sei mais ao certo quem sou

os livros que deveriam estar na biblioteca
os filmes na locadora
estão todos aqui, onde nem eu deveria estar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/2996241961641105521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/2996241961641105521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/dias-insones-trocados-pela-escuridao.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-4089325301827690220</id><published>2009-09-23T05:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T05:26:01.265-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>minha vida é um brainstorm sem fim.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/4089325301827690220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/4089325301827690220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/minha-vida-e-um-brainstorm-sem-fim.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-4796482896277219572</id><published>2009-09-22T12:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T12:10:26.533-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pego o jornal
e tá lá "concentração bancária no país cresce na crise"

eu nem concentração tenho.
quanto mais vê-la crescendo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/4796482896277219572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/4796482896277219572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/pego-o-jornal-e-ta-la-concentracao.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-5488298480909133536</id><published>2009-09-22T12:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T12:07:29.635-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pensamentos incontroláveis 

explosões. choques.  confusões.
tudo ocorre rápido, não há como pegar
mas você quer. 

nem ao menos acompanhar
mas você corre o quanto pode.





subitamente, tudo vira slow motion
uma preguiça gigantesca de seguir
não há mais o por que correr
o dia vai ser logo de qualquer forma
e você sabe que não vai sair do lugar

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/5488298480909133536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/5488298480909133536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/pensamentos-incontrolaveis-explosoes.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-3643904893194045035</id><published>2009-09-22T11:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:45:14.396-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mother I tried please believe me,
I'm doing the best that I can.
I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through,
I'm ashamed of the person I am.

But if you could just see the beauty,
These things I could never describe,
These pleasures a wayward distraction,
This is my one lucky prize.

Oh how I realized how I wanted time,
Put into perspective, tried so hard to find,
Just for one moment I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/3643904893194045035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/3643904893194045035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/mother-i-tried-please-believe-me-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-7480069796565556343</id><published>2009-09-22T11:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:37:55.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as idéias borbulham na minha cabeça.
estouram como milhos numa pipoqueira
tudo ferozmente, numa velocidade gigantesca
mas quem disse que mãos e mente acompanham?

é. no icecream for me.


</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7480069796565556343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7480069796565556343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-ideias-borbulham-na-minha-cabeca.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-3897595979783825692</id><published>2009-09-22T03:52:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T03:52:16.429-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"ai, thaís. você esta escrevendo estranho por aqui. pq?"

pq eu quero. eu não pretendo arrumar emprego, nem a paz mundial com esse blog...

NEXT!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/3897595979783825692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/3897595979783825692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/ai-thais.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-820069589896202666</id><published>2009-09-22T01:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T01:00:57.569-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>só lhe alimentando que você sossega, não é ?!
pois eu vou lhe entupir, mesmo você pedindo chega
não quero saber.
você quem esta pedindo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/820069589896202666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/820069589896202666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-lhe-alimentando-que-voce-sossega-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-5198260869698008618</id><published>2009-09-21T04:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T04:45:42.381-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>é complicado e exige um preparo extraordinário
fingir para aqueles que amam tanto você</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/5198260869698008618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/5198260869698008618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-complicado-e-exige-um-preparo.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-5916221517852959995</id><published>2009-09-21T02:47:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T02:57:48.566-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey! 
i wanna be your roxanne
or a not so tall long sally
maybe a beth or layla
and singing about cocaine
i don't know the name
you want to call me
but... just come here
even thought you know
i'd broke your heart

pick me
dance with me
dye just to meet me
to find, scream
buy me a fucking ice cream
or give me some listerine

and believe in this number
nine eight
seven and six
that's what they said</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/5916221517852959995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/5916221517852959995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/fulano-i-wanna-be-your-roxanne-or-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-2041908311313758979</id><published>2009-09-21T02:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T02:28:31.182-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sabe aquelas coisas que você vive fugindo
porque acredita que não servem direito em você?
mas você de tempos em tempos se vê somente
pensando, passando em frente a vitrine
desenhinhos no canto do caderno 
lendo a respeito, imaginando como seria
se pudesse colocar um dia que fosse

até escrever você escreve a respeito
você se pega fazendo

pois é. eu tô meio fora de forma,
porém um pouco mais </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/2041908311313758979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/2041908311313758979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/sabe-aquelas-coisas-que-voce-vive.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-8178180435282754570</id><published>2009-09-20T23:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T04:22:18.875-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>deprimido+deprimido = depressão sem tamanho
é bem assim que funciona na prática</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/8178180435282754570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/8178180435282754570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/deprimidodeprimido-depressao-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-6594167935262217445</id><published>2009-09-20T22:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T04:54:04.168-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>uma das únicas coisas que você faz
que parece simpática e certa
e dizer eu te amo
e, por educação, eu digo o mesmo:
eu também o amo

mas de coração,
com toda a honestidade que eu tenho
e você bem sabe que eu tenho
vai se f.
sério, com todo carinho do mundo!

(algo que escrevi em 2007) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/6594167935262217445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/6594167935262217445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/uma-das-unicas-coisas-que-voce-faz-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-122435605865917651</id><published>2009-09-20T13:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T13:06:02.319-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>não quero esses carnívoros doentes me olhando
como se eu fosse um pedaço de carne
sangue pisado
procuro ao máximo não me expor,
mas parece q vivo num constante açougue

(coisas que acho em cadernos de quando eu tinha 14 anos)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/122435605865917651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/122435605865917651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/nao-quero-esses-carnivoros-doentes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-7903326314359362193</id><published>2009-09-20T12:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:40:53.381-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how i realized
how i wanted time
put into perspective

tried so hard to find.

gotta find my destiny
before it gets too late</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7903326314359362193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/7903326314359362193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-i-realized-how-i-wanted-time-put.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-8870865235899213064</id><published>2009-09-19T11:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:50:08.972-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as cicatrizes
todas expostas pra quem quiser ver
(dentro e fora)
cada vez que você aparece
faz um estrago completo
(dentro e fora)
ao invés de acabar logo com isso
você prefere me consumir aos poucos
em doses miseras
(agonia)
por que não acabamos logo com isso?
me tenha por completo
seja feliz.
eu sei que é isso que quer
(e eu anseio mais ainda que você)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/8870865235899213064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/8870865235899213064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-cicatrizes-todas-expostas-pra-quem.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-8173926834876889683</id><published>2009-09-19T11:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T13:33:50.597-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>é. é com você que estou tentando falar.
há tanto tempo. por tanto tempo.
é com você que eu tento, e tento com toda a força
que nem imagino ter.

é com você que eu luto a cada segundo.
é com você que eu tenho essa relação de incerteza.

eu tenho estado longe.
mas você não consegue simplesmente largar de mim.

consome meu tempo
consome minha vida
e não consegue ir embora em silêncio


eu tenho </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/8173926834876889683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/8173926834876889683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/e.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-1124711943113127774</id><published>2009-09-19T01:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T01:34:24.541-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu tô preparada pro big crunch.
why be plain, GOD?
when you can be CRUNCHY!

eu imagino o apocalipse assim: chocolate ao leite, e flocos de arroz.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/1124711943113127774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/1124711943113127774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-to-preparada-pro-big-crunch.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-1882624186637740485</id><published>2009-09-18T10:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:52:28.885-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pedro, joga na net o que tem nesse chip! http://bit.ly/19ZwGg

aliás,
Pedro, devolve meu sheep!
Pedro, devolve meu shape!
Pedro, seu cheap, devolve meu chip...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/1882624186637740485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/1882624186637740485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/pedro-joga-na-net-o-que-tem-nesse-chip.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-633121172471465206</id><published>2009-09-18T09:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:31:09.685-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tô aqui ouvindo everything but the girl, 'missing' e tal. 
e pior, se eu tuitar "e ó, eu sinto maior saudadona, hein. tipo como o saara sente daquela chuva e tal"
vai ter nêgo já achando que eu tô conspirando.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/633121172471465206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/633121172471465206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-aqui-ouvindo-everything-but-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-584827607626925746</id><published>2009-09-17T00:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:47:10.975-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yo, sony style, i'm really happy 4 ya, and imma let u finish. but this's the worst excuse of all time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/584827607626925746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/584827607626925746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/yo-sony-style-im-really-happy-4-ya-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3123546420362919408.post-5480228015462575671</id><published>2009-09-17T00:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:46:51.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu tô ai precisando de uma BIBLIOTECA, pq clube de leitura mensal não é o bastante.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/5480228015462575671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3123546420362919408/posts/default/5480228015462575671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mentalpopup.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-to-ai-precisando-de-uma-biblioteca.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Migraña</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11626977479655332471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFDS1mxCtdE/Tt-Q7PjL3HI/AAAAAAAABpA/QD8fCgtVFZU/s220/tumblr_lsghr3TbjP1qd6hxlo1_400.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
