<?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-2468195136435318316</id><updated>2012-01-16T12:25:16.691-08:00</updated><category term='familia'/><category term='coisas da denise'/><category term='beleza e Comportamento'/><category term='copiei e colei'/><category term='ajudinha básica'/><category term='belly dance'/><category term='momentos'/><category term='vale a pena'/><category term='Os amigos que a vida me deu'/><category term='Moda'/><category term='2011'/><category term='Homem x Mulher'/><category term='curto'/><category term='Opinião'/><category term='2010'/><category term='música.'/><category term='adoro'/><category term='não foi'/><category term='denise gosta'/><category term='relações públicas'/><category term='Aconteceu'/><title type='text'>Denise Kapazi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-4909348752448871607</id><published>2012-01-16T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T12:25:16.704-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinião'/><title type='text'>O que achei</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Ontem assisti ao Globo de Ouro e vi muita coisa bacana. Fiz uma seleção de algumas coisas que gostei e de outras que nem tanto. Sinto que algumas atrizes querem chocar, preferem ser lembradas pela ousadia que pela elegância.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yh1BVLoyfZY/TxRu-x4VumI/AAAAAAAACzI/UaoDizlS8Cc/s1600/Desktop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yh1BVLoyfZY/TxRu-x4VumI/AAAAAAAACzI/UaoDizlS8Cc/s400/Desktop.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kelly:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tem vários modelos de vestidos parecidos com esse que eu não gosto, pelo fato de parecer um embrulho de bombom. Mas gostei muito do vestido pela cor, ombros e cintura marcada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; Essa sim parece um embrulho na parte de baixo. Amei o azul com branco, mas as pontas na lateral do decote e os babados na parte de baixo poderiam sumir.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tilda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Achei super chique!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Selma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Se ficasse só no preto estaria entre os vestidos que eu não gostei, mas os detalhes no decote fez toda a diferença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZA4qXqBHFj8/TxRwgQRD3fI/AAAAAAAACzY/d00izdm5y3s/s1600/Desktop1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZA4qXqBHFj8/TxRwgQRD3fI/AAAAAAAACzY/d00izdm5y3s/s400/Desktop1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Lea:&lt;/b&gt; Olhei pelo menos duas vezes para a foto para pensar se realmente tinha gostado dele, no final ele é o meu preferido. Gosto muito do estilo dela, tanto que já copiei um modelo de vestido que ela usou, e esse está incrível. Ele é sim um vestido ousado, mas não está vulgar, principalmente nela que tem um corpo bacana, é jovem....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jéssica:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; Ela é linda. Morena ficou super poderosa mas e essa roupa? Não gosto de vestidos com fendas na frente, não adianta. Imaginei então o vestido todo costurado e ainda assim ficou ruim, parece um vestido que minha tia de 50 anos usaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Charlize: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vinha a costureira na sua máquina e puff! o tecido embolou e ela costurou mesmo assim? Medonho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Leo: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ele está aqui só porque é lindo. Tinha muita mulher no blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZ4oEEba7W4/TxR4C0ULJdI/AAAAAAAACzg/ztyxj33BuBM/s1600/0%252C%252C63067462%252C00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZ4oEEba7W4/TxR4C0ULJdI/AAAAAAAACzg/ztyxj33BuBM/s400/0%252C%252C63067462%252C00.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Nessa montagem gostei apenas da Angelina Jolie. O vestido dela foi muito elogiado por quem comentou sobre a premiação, e muitos ainda&amp;nbsp;ressaltaram&amp;nbsp;que o cetim branco só funciona porque foi ela quem usou. Os detalhes em vermelho também ajudaram a atriz à não sumir, já que ela ficou quase que no mesmo tom do vestido. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bbChgfSafKU/TxR4EMqEWTI/AAAAAAAACzo/yjKmvpPGjJY/s1600/0%252C%252C63067463%252C00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bbChgfSafKU/TxR4EMqEWTI/AAAAAAAACzo/yjKmvpPGjJY/s400/0%252C%252C63067463%252C00.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;O vestido da Jessica Alba ficou muito mais bonito no evento com as luzes nele, do que no tapete vermelho. Tinha muitas pedras e isso deu um efeito bacana. Kate é aquela atriz que não precisa chamar a atenção, todos sabem quem ela é..e eu acredito que tenha sido uma das mais elegantes da noite. O cetim branco seria uma tendência? Nicole ficou bonita, mas só bonita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Beijinhos e beijinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-4909348752448871607?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/4909348752448871607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-que-achei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/4909348752448871607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/4909348752448871607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-que-achei.html' title='O que achei'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yh1BVLoyfZY/TxRu-x4VumI/AAAAAAAACzI/UaoDizlS8Cc/s72-c/Desktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-9037136169408170833</id><published>2012-01-06T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T14:54:24.180-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><title type='text'>A formanda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Olá&amp;nbsp;bonitinhos. Desculpem pela super&amp;nbsp;ausência, mesmo tendo super&amp;nbsp;consciência&amp;nbsp;dos comentários zero no blog. UHUHAHAUHUAHA. Mas não tenho um blog ou escrevo nele para que alguém comente...então...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Hoje quero deixar aqui registrado, como minha irmã estava deslumbrante na formatura dela no último mês de dezembro. O vestido combinava com a personalidade da Stefanie, delicado em tom de rosa bebe, com alguns babados super discretos. Usou nos cabelos alguns detalhes com pontos de luz, brincos e pulseiras com brilhos e uma maquiagem leve.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y59L6INUWI4/Twd44BOS1-I/AAAAAAAACyA/RpinZOh4cKo/s1600/169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y59L6INUWI4/Twd44BOS1-I/AAAAAAAACyA/RpinZOh4cKo/s320/169.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nftrYpPJB-g/Twd5L7emZ3I/AAAAAAAACyI/mx7B7c8btyE/s1600/144+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nftrYpPJB-g/Twd5L7emZ3I/AAAAAAAACyI/mx7B7c8btyE/s320/144+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kv2cZrC52Ms/Tvfksow1wQI/AAAAAAAACxg/ihU02h8H8h4/s1600/DSC04484.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kv2cZrC52Ms/Tvfksow1wQI/AAAAAAAACxg/ihU02h8H8h4/s200/DSC04484.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;O Natal está entre minhas datas preferidas no ano, a razão sem dúvida é o fato de sempre estar ao lado das pessoas que amo. Por sempre morar longe de grande parte dos familiares, era no Natal que havia o reencontro com os tios, padrinhos, primos, avós...e tudo isso sempre foi marcado por muito amor, alegria...era uma data que minha querida Avó fazia questão de comemorar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Hoje, dia 25 de dezembro em um programa de TV, a apresentadora perguntou aos seus convidados o momento mais importante do Natal. Não foi tão difícil para mim lembrar do meu momento. Sem dúvida a parte mais emocionante do nosso Natal é o agradecimento, quando todos damos as&amp;nbsp;mãos&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;simplesmente&amp;nbsp;agradecemos por estarmos ali.&amp;nbsp;simplesmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qTPefnxWzJA/TvfniQVUxnI/AAAAAAAACxs/McvEKFOkEmM/s1600/DSC04498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qTPefnxWzJA/TvfniQVUxnI/AAAAAAAACxs/McvEKFOkEmM/s200/DSC04498.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Com o tempo nosso Natal vai se reorganizando. Primos se casam e passam a data com suas novas famílias, novos familiares surgem, crianças, pessoas se vão... Mas se uma certa forma todos estão conectados pela mesma força, todos tem o mesmo sentimento de renascimento... e no nosso caso, o Natal em família traz isso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Desejo que o Natal e todos os dias do próximo ano sejam repletos desses bons sentimentos. Que possamos praticar ações que visem melhorar a data de outras famílias, com doações a pessoas carentes e até mesmo um pouco do nosso tempo. Ganhar presente é ótimo (ganhei só pijama esse ano. uhauhahuauhua), mas a sensação de dar presentes principalmente a alguém que realmente precisa, é melhor que receber. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Feliz Natal a todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rmNEDaCPiu0/TvfqafpSWvI/AAAAAAAACx4/_9vDuWT-keY/s1600/DSC04501.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rmNEDaCPiu0/TvfqafpSWvI/AAAAAAAACx4/_9vDuWT-keY/s320/DSC04501.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-7917959661574299836?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/7917959661574299836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-natal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7917959661574299836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7917959661574299836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kv2cZrC52Ms/Tvfksow1wQI/AAAAAAAACxg/ihU02h8H8h4/s72-c/DSC04484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-3108649413034486072</id><published>2011-12-18T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T14:39:51.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><title type='text'>Farmacêutica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;"&gt;Ontem foi um dia super importante para Stefanie Kapazi, e felizmente essa alegria pode ser compartilhada conosco, seus familiares. Não sei dizer ao certo desde quando ela tem o sonho de se tornar farmacêutica, ou de que realmente existe isso de profissão ideal, mas posso garantir que ela está muito contente pela escolha e eu como irmã, sei que ela terá sucesso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #a64d79;"&gt;Foram três anos e meio morando longe de casa, com visitas algumas vezes ao mês e toda aquela privação de quem não mora mais com os pais...mas está valendo apena, temos orgulho da Ste. Sabemos que ela tem um futuro incrível, fazendo muitos&amp;nbsp;remedinhos&amp;nbsp;e analisando fezes. UHUAHUAHUAUHAUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m4qaP9ijAQo/Tu5p6sZ58sI/AAAAAAAACww/eaYtn9OEazI/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m4qaP9ijAQo/Tu5p6sZ58sI/AAAAAAAACww/eaYtn9OEazI/s320/023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_zr6t-D_oWQ/Tu5qM5zFnnI/AAAAAAAACw4/XlNxUaJnuNM/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_zr6t-D_oWQ/Tu5qM5zFnnI/AAAAAAAACw4/XlNxUaJnuNM/s320/028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Wto0XywR3g/Tu5qdBFqU4I/AAAAAAAACxA/4Rzl_Q_XFu0/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Wto0XywR3g/Tu5qdBFqU4I/AAAAAAAACxA/4Rzl_Q_XFu0/s320/041.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pt6gfWYP3Hg/Tu5quKg0QRI/AAAAAAAACxI/qKsVp-ExSDA/s1600/102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pt6gfWYP3Hg/Tu5quKg0QRI/AAAAAAAACxI/qKsVp-ExSDA/s320/102.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2136996173"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2136996174"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-3108649413034486072?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/3108649413034486072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/12/farmaceutica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3108649413034486072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3108649413034486072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/12/farmaceutica.html' title='Farmacêutica'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m4qaP9ijAQo/Tu5p6sZ58sI/AAAAAAAACww/eaYtn9OEazI/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-7428169327695810726</id><published>2011-11-27T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T16:44:43.338-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><title type='text'>Parabéns e um beijo na testa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;FUEGO! Nossa, como esquenta a tal da tequila. E foi com esse gosto que comemoramos ontem o aniversário da Mai. Uma reunião mais íntima, com muitas fofocas, músicas em espanhol e palmas. (Porque tantas palmas? Estava vendo a hora que iria ter que comprar novas mãos para a Mila). Bateu saudade dos tempos de universidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Foi super bacana estar com eles. A cada agradecimento da Mai pelos presentes e pela presença, percebi que o sentimento é uma via de mão dupla.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5RpeBetCEBE/TtLXaatRieI/AAAAAAAACwE/YGGhwtxS8nE/s1600/mai1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: white; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5RpeBetCEBE/TtLXaatRieI/AAAAAAAACwE/YGGhwtxS8nE/s320/mai1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Aniversário da Mai (vocês perceberam minha roupa? Sim, uma bata indiana em um aniversário mexicano. Não troquei o traje sem querer, foi por saudade do Aayush.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;13 de dezembro foi aniversário dela, a musa da sedução, uma de minhas melhores amigas...Kamila Liesenberg. Não preciso dizer aqui o quanto desejo coisas boas para ela, então vamos contar um pouco em como me diverti.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Me coloque junto com a Mila e o Leo em um cemitério que vou me divertir, imagine então como foi bacana estar com eles em um bar? HUHAUA. Mila ganhou presentes normais e uns mais exóticos, digamos que para serem usados a dois.&amp;nbsp;Ideia&amp;nbsp;de quem? Do Leo. As risadas iam apenas aumentando conforme o nível de&amp;nbsp;álcool&amp;nbsp;no nosso sangue subia.. Foi uma daquelas noites entre amigos, entre irmãos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aTCHqOlw2eQ/TtLXkvo6iBI/AAAAAAAACwM/HgqEHEgEOtk/s1600/mila+MIL+E+UMA+NOITES.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: white; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aTCHqOlw2eQ/TtLXkvo6iBI/AAAAAAAACwM/HgqEHEgEOtk/s320/mila+MIL+E+UMA+NOITES.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Aniversário da Mila (A festa estava lotada. Toda a China foi convidada, mas por algum motivo &amp;nbsp;divino as fotos ainda não foram publicadas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-7428169327695810726?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/7428169327695810726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/11/parabens-e-um-beijo-na-testa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7428169327695810726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7428169327695810726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/11/parabens-e-um-beijo-na-testa.html' title='Parabéns e um beijo na testa'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5RpeBetCEBE/TtLXaatRieI/AAAAAAAACwE/YGGhwtxS8nE/s72-c/mai1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-9210819310101534463</id><published>2011-11-23T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T09:55:14.030-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>Quero ser vampira</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Sim, como milhões de fãs da Saga Crepúsculo nem pisquei ao assistir Amanhecer e fiz e alguma notas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;- Que vestido de noiva incrível o usado pela Bella. Em algumas outras mortais não ficaria bom, mas como ela é terrivelmente magra o vestido ficou lindo, já que não se tinha o que marcar. Já descobri também que está &amp;nbsp;a venda a réplica do vestido, mas do que adianta casar &amp;nbsp;igual a &amp;nbsp;Bella se o noivo não é o Edward? HAUHAHUHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kxKQC6_HLig/Ts0x8eqMQvI/AAAAAAAACv0/Regm5l4wl1s/s1600/2_____+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kxKQC6_HLig/Ts0x8eqMQvI/AAAAAAAACv0/Regm5l4wl1s/s320/2_____+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;- Porque ninguém me avisou que os lobos iriam ficar tão bonitos? Os Cullens são bonitos em sua pele branca e brilhante ao sol, mas gosto muitíssimo mais matilha de lobos selvagens, bronzeados e sarados. Fiquei impressionada em como eles estão bonitos e interessantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vB3R9Mxy4mA/Ts0zYLgX-FI/AAAAAAAACv8/VOpU207fnk8/s1600/lobos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vB3R9Mxy4mA/Ts0zYLgX-FI/AAAAAAAACv8/VOpU207fnk8/s320/lobos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;O Filme é maravilhoso. As imagens da Bella completamente grávida e medonha é um detalhe perto do casamento e do que leva o filme para a próxima fase, ela vampira. Agora é esperar pelo DVD do filme e ano que vem para o final da Saga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Beijinhs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-9210819310101534463?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/9210819310101534463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/11/quero-ser-vampira.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/9210819310101534463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/9210819310101534463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/11/quero-ser-vampira.html' title='Quero ser vampira'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kxKQC6_HLig/Ts0x8eqMQvI/AAAAAAAACv0/Regm5l4wl1s/s72-c/2_____+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-2198149747904578966</id><published>2011-11-13T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T17:18:55.812-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curto'/><title type='text'>Braços</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X4Rfi3mpARE/TsBqHQGcfyI/AAAAAAAACvQ/xnDSAxGL_Kc/s320/image-1-for-david-beckham-.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RWJPFo05d-w/TsBqOV_CsZI/AAAAAAAACvY/sI9LFNr8Gvk/s1600/John-Mayer-Rolling-Stone-Tattoo-prOn-Hotness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RWJPFo05d-w/TsBqOV_CsZI/AAAAAAAACvY/sI9LFNr8Gvk/s320/John-Mayer-Rolling-Stone-Tattoo-prOn-Hotness.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Braços tatuados é realmente sexy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-2198149747904578966?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/2198149747904578966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/11/bracos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/2198149747904578966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/2198149747904578966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/11/bracos.html' title='Braços'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OVTx2VdaKYk/TsBpn8g5hfI/AAAAAAAACvA/UWDdnfaquFk/s72-c/Adam+Levine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-8252520268105645910</id><published>2011-10-26T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T19:28:51.072-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curto'/><title type='text'>Belém</title><content type='html'>Infelizmente fiquei só na vontade de estar na Cidade das Mangueiras. Morei na cidade por quatro anos e mesmo indo visita-la com&amp;nbsp;frequência, sempre se tem o que fazer e lugares para conhecer. No último feriado de outubro, quem esteve na cidade foi o paraense da família, o Papi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p-nsJh0-0c8/TqivYJ4B4XI/AAAAAAAACs4/K-6yhMW5mRg/s1600/DSC04190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p-nsJh0-0c8/TqivYJ4B4XI/AAAAAAAACs4/K-6yhMW5mRg/s320/DSC04190.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ALak6ZSeHQI/TqixGwDGMNI/AAAAAAAACtA/LVIJYvOBKhg/s1600/DSC04195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ALak6ZSeHQI/TqixGwDGMNI/AAAAAAAACtA/LVIJYvOBKhg/s320/DSC04195.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mtc0XCPZYQ/TqiyK5BcyWI/AAAAAAAACtI/fZmlMLR5D7Y/s1600/DSC04196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mtc0XCPZYQ/TqiyK5BcyWI/AAAAAAAACtI/fZmlMLR5D7Y/s320/DSC04196.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQvdwBNTq5M/Tqiy_KMeI5I/AAAAAAAACtQ/bSAS4kQihqs/s1600/DSC04214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQvdwBNTq5M/Tqiy_KMeI5I/AAAAAAAACtQ/bSAS4kQihqs/s320/DSC04214.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jj0H9kuOt0Y/Tqi0VFFP9dI/AAAAAAAACtY/4cp9bDOKXN4/s1600/DSC04229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jj0H9kuOt0Y/Tqi0VFFP9dI/AAAAAAAACtY/4cp9bDOKXN4/s320/DSC04229.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--SmsZcw8zpA/Tqi1Rn6-8PI/AAAAAAAACtg/YxtEsVKz26M/s1600/DSC04247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--SmsZcw8zpA/Tqi1Rn6-8PI/AAAAAAAACtg/YxtEsVKz26M/s320/DSC04247.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oIAFlKIhue0/Tqi2uLPLswI/AAAAAAAACto/OiT78Nxjr3o/s1600/DSC04287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oIAFlKIhue0/Tqi2uLPLswI/AAAAAAAACto/OiT78Nxjr3o/s320/DSC04287.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fotos são incríveis porque a cidade é incrível.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-8252520268105645910?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/8252520268105645910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/10/belem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/8252520268105645910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/8252520268105645910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/10/belem.html' title='Belém'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p-nsJh0-0c8/TqivYJ4B4XI/AAAAAAAACs4/K-6yhMW5mRg/s72-c/DSC04190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-3352534347103834476</id><published>2011-10-16T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T18:20:59.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><title type='text'>Uma noite bacana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;A noite estava agradável, a música foi de ótima qualidade e os amigos foram indispensáveis. Quando tudo aconteceu? Ontem, 15/10, na formatura de Jornalismo e Relações Públicas da UNIVALI. A primeira coisa que pensei quando comecei a me arrumar, foi na saudade absurda que esse momento de formatura traz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;O esquenta regado a muita animação e "sukinho" foi na casa da Bruna com as melhores companhia da noite: Fran e Camila.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;É bom comemorar a realização de uma etapa, uma vitória. Mas o melhor é comemorar em boa companhia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b8yUJCnUqd0/Tpt_W2DDkVI/AAAAAAAACsQ/zlP9prb2LmE/s1600/DSC01807+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b8yUJCnUqd0/Tpt_W2DDkVI/AAAAAAAACsQ/zlP9prb2LmE/s320/DSC01807+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IqAS1pM51jU/TpuATV_dDhI/AAAAAAAACsY/hY7xoeDPlaI/s1600/DSC01808+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IqAS1pM51jU/TpuATV_dDhI/AAAAAAAACsY/hY7xoeDPlaI/s320/DSC01808+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5r4jqGEGf8I/TpuCQd4AENI/AAAAAAAACsg/D94F4qQ9tFE/s1600/DSC01813+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5r4jqGEGf8I/TpuCQd4AENI/AAAAAAAACsg/D94F4qQ9tFE/s320/DSC01813+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rmAyJy56gUc/Tpt-Jy1SfGI/AAAAAAAACsI/X0cPEoYjR1I/s1600/DSC01802+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rmAyJy56gUc/Tpt-Jy1SfGI/AAAAAAAACsI/X0cPEoYjR1I/s320/DSC01802+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vamos?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Parabéns a Sheila, Ana...minha eterna colega de trabalho Kassi...e a todos os formandos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-3352534347103834476?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/3352534347103834476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/10/uma-noite-bacana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3352534347103834476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3352534347103834476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/10/uma-noite-bacana.html' title='Uma noite bacana'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b8yUJCnUqd0/Tpt_W2DDkVI/AAAAAAAACsQ/zlP9prb2LmE/s72-c/DSC01807+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-7588447716210303199</id><published>2011-09-29T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T19:21:36.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ajudinha básica'/><title type='text'>Vamos ajudar uma formanda (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XJUUv-oYaK4/ToUfiVBU1lI/AAAAAAAACrk/YTXfxpt26RY/s1600/coisadegordinha.blogspot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XJUUv-oYaK4/ToUfiVBU1lI/AAAAAAAACrk/YTXfxpt26RY/s400/coisadegordinha.blogspot.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;coisadegordinha.blogspot.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; text-align: right;"&gt;Adoro quando meus amigos ou&amp;nbsp; familiares me pedem algum tipo de ajuda...mesmo que seja em como cortar o cabelo. Dessa vez quem me pediu algum tipo de inspiração foi a Titia Ana Paula Kapazi, que se forma em fevereiro de 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; text-align: right;"&gt;Ana tem formas generosas e como na sua última formatura já usou preto, tentei usar cores fortes para ficar mais alegre no verão. Busquei modelos que marquem a cintura, que talvez escondam os braços..mas sem perder um lado sexy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8CWspvXoZI4/ToUonOcQ8aI/AAAAAAAACrs/bpHv2CwWMgk/s1600/ego.com.br.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8CWspvXoZI4/ToUonOcQ8aI/AAAAAAAACrs/bpHv2CwWMgk/s400/ego.com.br.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ego.com.br&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-izQYw-3Pry8/ToUpMYfq5mI/AAAAAAAACrw/ndZPdkw24GY/s1600/mdemulher.abril.com.br.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-izQYw-3Pry8/ToUpMYfq5mI/AAAAAAAACrw/ndZPdkw24GY/s320/mdemulher.abril.com.br.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;mdemulher.abril.com.br&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gv0D2WfBlrk/ToUqS2WAU1I/AAAAAAAACr0/KHGwp6WpJoA/s1600/vestido-de-festa-para-gordinha-193x200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gv0D2WfBlrk/ToUqS2WAU1I/AAAAAAAACr0/KHGwp6WpJoA/s320/vestido-de-festa-para-gordinha-193x200.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;google.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cFhJFGerztY/ToUqcwgy9aI/AAAAAAAACr4/-kh-3t4U0k4/s1600/preciosa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cFhJFGerztY/ToUqcwgy9aI/AAAAAAAACr4/-kh-3t4U0k4/s400/preciosa.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adicionar legenda&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4aUqvWRt9x4/ToUrK3_jULI/AAAAAAAACr8/xns3bfnzme8/s1600/o+mundodecaliope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4aUqvWRt9x4/ToUrK3_jULI/AAAAAAAACr8/xns3bfnzme8/s400/o+mundodecaliope.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;omundodecaliope.blogspot.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;**** A Ana não é nem branca nem morena...Tem os cabelos lisos e castanhos. EStá se formando em Administração pela UNICENTRO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Em fevereiro estarei ai. Vamos comemorar mais uma vitória sua. Beijinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2034647046"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2034647047"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-7588447716210303199?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/7588447716210303199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/09/vamos-ajudar-uma-formanda-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7588447716210303199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7588447716210303199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/09/vamos-ajudar-uma-formanda-2.html' title='Vamos ajudar uma formanda (2)'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XJUUv-oYaK4/ToUfiVBU1lI/AAAAAAAACrk/YTXfxpt26RY/s72-c/coisadegordinha.blogspot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-985155998765556848</id><published>2011-09-18T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T19:46:25.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoro'/><title type='text'>Um pouco da Índia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #e06666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;Certo, Amo a Índia. Não amo aquele país somente por causa de um homem, amo pela cultura mística, antigas tradições, deuses, beleza arquitetônica e pelas cores. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: #e06666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Acredito que teria inúmeros motivos para falar das cores usadas pelos indianos, mas resolvi falar um pouco sobre o Festival de Durga – Navratri. Não conhecia muito sobre o festival até ver as fotos, ai foi amor a primeira vista.O festival Navratri (significa "nove noites") que ocorre quatro vezes ao ano, tem nove dias de duração em razão das nove manifestações de Durga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: #e06666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: #e06666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;“O Durga puja é celebrado em várias regiões da Índia, em diferentes estilos. Mas a meta básica destas celebrações é concilar Shakti, a Deusa no Seu aspecto de poder, para entregar às pessoas riqueza, auspiciosidade, prospetidade, conhecimento (tanto o sagrado como o secular), e todos os outros poderes potentes. Qualquer que seja um pedido particular ou especial que cada um possa colocar diante da Deusa, qualquer que seja o favor que alguém peça para Ela, e alguém pensa por detrás de todas as conciliações, adora e liga-se com Ela. Não há outro propósito. Isto será efetuado de modo consciente ou inconsciente. Cada um é abençoado com Sua amável misericórdia, e será protegido por Ela.” (&lt;a href="http://templodedurga.webnode.com.br/"&gt;http://templodedurga.webnode.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: #e06666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: #e06666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #e06666; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e2JE4T7NyOs/Tnao6mHRelI/AAAAAAAACrM/zwQ6BHk7O5E/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e2JE4T7NyOs/Tnao6mHRelI/AAAAAAAACrM/zwQ6BHk7O5E/s400/3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://menscrunch.com/navratri-festival-2010-nine-nights-festival-photos/&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #e06666; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mQFKkkn6hzY/TnapJ0U3ouI/AAAAAAAACrQ/gJ2G_bZjk_U/s1600/04india2_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mQFKkkn6hzY/TnapJ0U3ouI/AAAAAAAACrQ/gJ2G_bZjk_U/s400/04india2_1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.jb.com.br/galerias/2010/10/04/festival-hindu-de-navratri-na-india/&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #e06666; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wx2xkZjwM_4/TnapR3-rMSI/AAAAAAAACrU/PSzH-RHqa_M/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wx2xkZjwM_4/TnapR3-rMSI/AAAAAAAACrU/PSzH-RHqa_M/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://menscrunch.com/navratri-festival-2010-nine-nights-festival-photos/&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #e06666; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-di7jaDlVhBo/TnapjB3jKlI/AAAAAAAACrY/5ze5v-gwjgQ/s1600/04india_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-di7jaDlVhBo/TnapjB3jKlI/AAAAAAAACrY/5ze5v-gwjgQ/s400/04india_2.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.jb.com.br/galerias/2010/10/04/festival-hindu-de-navratri-na-india/&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #e06666; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bGwv2h0Exxs/Tnapvci-s0I/AAAAAAAACrc/OoC2RB8az4I/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bGwv2h0Exxs/Tnapvci-s0I/AAAAAAAACrc/OoC2RB8az4I/s400/2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://menscrunch.com/navratri-festival-2010-nine-nights-festival-photos/&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #e06666; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0LHemgx1B9Y/Tnap-JGvI7I/AAAAAAAACrg/HCyJ_NnMsKo/s1600/04india9_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0LHemgx1B9Y/Tnap-JGvI7I/AAAAAAAACrg/HCyJ_NnMsKo/s400/04india9_2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.jb.com.br/galerias/2010/10/04/festival-hindu-de-navratri-na-india/&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: #e06666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ajudinha:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.jb.com.br/galerias/2010/10/04/festival-hindu-de-navratri-na-india/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: #e06666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;http://menscrunch.com/navratri-festival-2010-nine-nights-festival-photos/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: #e06666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: #e06666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;http://briganthia.blogspot.com/2010/03/festival-de-durga-navratri-16-24-de.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: #e06666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;http://deva-dani.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-985155998765556848?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/985155998765556848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/09/um-pouco-da-india.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/985155998765556848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/985155998765556848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/09/um-pouco-da-india.html' title='Um pouco da Índia'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e2JE4T7NyOs/Tnao6mHRelI/AAAAAAAACrM/zwQ6BHk7O5E/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-2091414516927467666</id><published>2011-09-11T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T18:22:47.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><title type='text'>Relato de uma sobrevivente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: justify;"&gt;Quatro anos e meio morando e Itajaí e pela segunda vez vivo uma enchente. As chuvas não paravam há algum tempo, e já vínhamos nos preparado para o pior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0o36C1F11zs/Tm1cUYYhFWI/AAAAAAAACq4/CIuRHPCqCDA/s1600/enchente+2011+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0o36C1F11zs/Tm1cUYYhFWI/AAAAAAAACq4/CIuRHPCqCDA/s320/enchente+2011+021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O começo:&lt;/b&gt; Meu pai estava de folga na ultima quinta-feira, mas um telefonema da Capitania nos fez acordar de algo poderia estar vindo. Começamos então a preparar nossas coisas para subir ao segundo andar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Espera:&lt;/b&gt; Passamos o dia de sábado a espera das águas sujas que estariam a vir. Até o momento que ainda tinha luz, fiquei todo o tempo possível on-line procurando saber e como estava a situação e principalmente ajudando. Na enchente de 2008, minha família (e pertences) ficou no forro de casa, sem a menor comunicação com o mundo. Esse ano as redes sociais possibilitaram que houvesse troca de informações, e com isso, nos preparamos para o pior... os 15 metros no Rio Itajaí Açu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Águas:&lt;/b&gt; Já era noite quando as águas começaram a invadir minha rua. Ela veio pelos dois lados da rua e pelos bueiros. Com a água vindo rápido, logo depois fiquei sem energia... E não me restava muito a não ser novamente esperar que a água viesse e que o tempo passasse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9hJajebdnj4/Tm1c8h317OI/AAAAAAAACq8/7hSF_wP5UAM/s1600/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9hJajebdnj4/Tm1c8h317OI/AAAAAAAACq8/7hSF_wP5UAM/s320/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa+015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coisas Boas: &lt;/b&gt;Sim, tenho que agradecer de ter um segundo piso na casa, e de ter passado por isso em segurança e ao lado de minha família.&amp;nbsp; A vivência militar de meus pais, nos fez estarmos bem preparados com comida, água, remédios, fogão... tudo que era necessário para passar um tempo desconhecido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Conheci pessoas boas na minha rua também. Na noite de sexta, havia cinco cachorros em uma casa e no sábado pela manhã, quatro deles já estavam no telhado e o portão aberto. Alguém abriu o portão e os pôs lá, em segurança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sobrevivência: &lt;/b&gt;Mais uma vez passamos por uma enchente. E ficamos mais fortes. Na minha cabeça, a população deveria ser orientada constantemente (como em países que tem furacões, terremotos e etc.), em o que fazer, os principais locais de abrigo, o que elas devem levar já de suas casas. Os voluntários também já deveriam estar pré cadastrados, sendo na hora apenas convocados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XTRRg8tFIN4/Tm1d6bJpBJI/AAAAAAAACrA/CBmiYL4-qiU/s1600/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XTRRg8tFIN4/Tm1d6bJpBJI/AAAAAAAACrA/CBmiYL4-qiU/s320/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa+019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outro Dia:&lt;/b&gt; Domingo amanheceu com sol e sem água na maioria das ruas da cidade. Muitos estão felizes por terem salvo suas coisas, alguns choram porque perderam... e todos vão limpar a sujeira e se reconstruir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79; text-align: justify;"&gt;O povo da região mesmo parecendo tão sério, novamente não se vai deixar abater. Tudo será reconstruído, as chuvas vão voltar, talvez fiquemos com medo de novo, talvez não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-2091414516927467666?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/2091414516927467666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/09/relato-de-uma-sobrevivente.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/2091414516927467666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/2091414516927467666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/09/relato-de-uma-sobrevivente.html' title='Relato de uma sobrevivente'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0o36C1F11zs/Tm1cUYYhFWI/AAAAAAAACq4/CIuRHPCqCDA/s72-c/enchente+2011+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-4573351964871477547</id><published>2011-08-30T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T19:45:19.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ajudinha básica'/><title type='text'>Vamos ajudar uma formanda (parte 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: justify;"&gt;Assim como no ano passado, em Dezembro teremos uma nova formatura. Dessa vez, iremos comemorar a colação de grau de Stefanie Kapazi em farmácia. &lt;br /&gt;Quem conhece minha irmã, sabe que existe grandes diferenças entre o meu estilo e o dela. Digamos que ela é mais tímida, traços mais clássicos e estilo romântico. Felizmente, minha irmã não aderiu a moda medonha dos cabelos alisados e joga ao vento seus cabelos super cacheados. Como irmã mais velha, venho ajuda-la a escolher um penteado para sua formatura. &lt;br /&gt;Você colega leitor, já reparou que a maioria das capas de revistas femininas tem as modelos com os cabelos encaracolados ou ondulados? porque é sexy. Admitindo os cachos, o importante é a hidratação...e depois a parte mais bacana: a diversão. Flores, presilha, arcos, tranças...acredito que todo tipo de adereço fica bom, apenas um cuidado para a ocasião e "casamento" do adereço do cabelo com todo o resto do look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selecionei algumas fotos para a minha irmã se inspirar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dQIGcfPn9gM/Tl2d0bSN9uI/AAAAAAAACqU/G-85YG0korE/s1600/90210-annalynne+mccord-JT5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; 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margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AxEcVsgot8E/Tl2eXr6_vmI/AAAAAAAACqY/2uPHkPeYs6E/s320/arrasenomakep.blogspot.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;arrasenomake.blogspot.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KtBbVmFj5FE/Tl2end_FPCI/AAAAAAAACqc/1zmTIPcTviE/s1600/portais+da+moda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KtBbVmFj5FE/Tl2end_FPCI/AAAAAAAACqc/1zmTIPcTviE/s320/portais+da+moda.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;portaisdamoda.com.br&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; 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margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GR066wiKRWc/Tl2fCpZgGXI/AAAAAAAACqk/w1YnnROBiY4/s320/taylor+swift.jpg" width="202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: justify;"&gt;Beijinhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-4573351964871477547?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/4573351964871477547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/08/vamos-ajudar-uma-formanda-parte-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/4573351964871477547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/4573351964871477547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/08/vamos-ajudar-uma-formanda-parte-1.html' title='Vamos ajudar uma formanda (parte 1)'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dQIGcfPn9gM/Tl2d0bSN9uI/AAAAAAAACqU/G-85YG0korE/s72-c/90210-annalynne+mccord-JT5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-4637596208472886314</id><published>2011-08-17T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T18:03:39.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><title type='text'>Gramado e Canela (Parte 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tuoW8vKaBlI/TkxdAQEOhfI/AAAAAAAACp4/eLqgu9VHpWs/s1600/DSC01728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tuoW8vKaBlI/TkxdAQEOhfI/AAAAAAAACp4/eLqgu9VHpWs/s320/DSC01728.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oU1sg1FmKj0/Tkxfhsf3a5I/AAAAAAAACp8/fM_pVgaYRbU/s1600/DSC01719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oU1sg1FmKj0/Tkxfhsf3a5I/AAAAAAAACp8/fM_pVgaYRbU/s320/DSC01719.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sHEemeTDcXQ/TkxgJU-udII/AAAAAAAACqA/M4PXMZsAYW4/s1600/DSC01713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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color: #741b47;"&gt;A cidade é incrível para receber um evento como o "Festival de Cinema", organizada, limpa, com uma boa quantidade de hotéis, policiamento... O evento tem uma ideia super &lt;/span&gt;bacana&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;, pena que nas 2 noites em que participei dele, o cinema não estava lotado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UDXHYkkYvPg/TkxcIzQLVQI/AAAAAAAACpw/nk9KCrC50bk/s1600/DSC01726.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UDXHYkkYvPg/TkxcIzQLVQI/AAAAAAAACpw/nk9KCrC50bk/s320/DSC01726.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;Entrei no Festival pelo mesmo tapete vermelho que os &lt;/span&gt;atores&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;, Luciano &lt;/span&gt;Szafir&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;Erom&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt; Cordeiro; André Ramiro; &lt;/span&gt;Larissa&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Maciel&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;...me senti uma diva do cinema. Entre os filmes, destaque para: O Homem do Labirinto (super &lt;/span&gt;bacana&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;); Ponto Final (não gostei); Medianeiras (&lt;/span&gt;bacana&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;); Carne e Osso (&lt;/span&gt;bacana&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;) e o mexicano O Tiro de &lt;/span&gt;Piedra&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;bacana&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;). O festival, a cidade, os passeios...tudo valeu a pena..Se iria de novo? SIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47;"&gt;Beijinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-4637596208472886314?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/4637596208472886314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/08/gramado-e-canela-parte-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/4637596208472886314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/4637596208472886314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/08/gramado-e-canela-parte-2.html' title='Gramado e Canela (Parte 2)'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tuoW8vKaBlI/TkxdAQEOhfI/AAAAAAAACp4/eLqgu9VHpWs/s72-c/DSC01728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-1011177759002610045</id><published>2011-08-10T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T16:04:53.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><title type='text'>Gramado e Canela (Parte 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;Feliz de quem gosta de algo e pode usufruir disso. Gosto muito de viajar e pude conhecer um lugar incrível no último final de semana, Gramado e Canela no estado do Rio Grande do Sul. Já no primeiro dia na cidade, conhecemos o famoso " Mundo a Vapor"; "Exposição de Cera"; " Alpen Park"; a fábrica de chocolate "Lúgano"; Parque do Caracol e o incrível Mini Mundo&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iHxTWAOp-NM/TkMEXsTVP1I/AAAAAAAACpA/xs7cA8SLQqM/s1600/DSC01527.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iHxTWAOp-NM/TkMEXsTVP1I/AAAAAAAACpA/xs7cA8SLQqM/s320/DSC01527.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gybPFehZjcU/TkMFFpDT-7I/AAAAAAAACpE/IFhnyRroCcQ/s1600/DSC01530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gybPFehZjcU/TkMFFpDT-7I/AAAAAAAACpE/IFhnyRroCcQ/s320/DSC01530.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto de pessoas intensas. Acredito que isso não seja novidade para os meus amigos e aqueles que me conhecem um pouco mais. Gosto da Amy Winehouse pela sua intensidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ouvir suas músicas me faz sentir como ela em alguns momentos. Na verdade, quando você sente a música... você se envolve com todo o seu universo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não preciso comentar sobre a seu talento vocal, até porque não entendo muito de afinação...mas sim de música boa. E ela, tinha uma voz incrível. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/ftiMWIJu6FA/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ftiMWIJu6FA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ftiMWIJu6FA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: justify;"&gt;Entre suas músicas, "Loves in a losing game" é a minha favorita. Acredito que ela tenha sido composta em um momento muito delicado sentimentalmente e isso é o que sinto. Lembro de alguém importante quando escuto essa música...e para mim o amor também é um jogo perdido. No final você sempre perde, entrega suas fichas.. e o outro ganha.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto de seu estio pin-up, olhos super marcados com o deliniador, vestidos curtos e justos, cintura marcada quase sempre com um cinto e o cabelo é sempre divino...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: justify;"&gt;Amy marcou&amp;nbsp; o cenário músical. Uma pena que não teve ajuda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #0b5394; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-35nVubUrlSQ/TizEorrXQQI/AAAAAAAACFQ/JyGx0GyHDIc/s1600/amy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-35nVubUrlSQ/TizEorrXQQI/AAAAAAAACFQ/JyGx0GyHDIc/s320/amy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Lembrar dela pelo talento...e não pelos escandalos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-3145740549432678737?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/3145740549432678737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/07/intensa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3145740549432678737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3145740549432678737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/07/intensa.html' title='Intensa'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-35nVubUrlSQ/TizEorrXQQI/AAAAAAAACFQ/JyGx0GyHDIc/s72-c/amy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-1994285278128892276</id><published>2011-07-18T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T16:31:26.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#Eusougay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/mU3AFlThrdk/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mU3AFlThrdk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mU3AFlThrdk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-1994285278128892276?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/1994285278128892276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/07/eusougay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/1994285278128892276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/1994285278128892276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/07/eusougay.html' title='#Eusougay'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-2123436225982427379</id><published>2011-07-13T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T16:39:04.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>Sou má</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Difícil encontrar alguém que não acabe resistindo ao prazer de ver o outro sofrendo (Pausa para minha risada maléfica – Muauhauauahahaha).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Prova disso, é o significativo aumento na audiência da novela Insensato Coração. A novela deu um grande salto quando a personagem de Gloria Pires, a Norma, começou sua vingança contra o homem que a mandou injustamente para a cadeia.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Para a personagem, não basta apenas mandá-lo para a cadeia para que ele pague pelos crimes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;NÃO! Ele precisa ser humilhado, se sentir insignificante, trabalhar para a vingativa em tarefas humilhantes... &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Temos inúmeros casos de mulheres que realmente se vingam dos homens na vida real. Concordemos que muitos deles merecem.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Por traição, roubo e principalmente violência doméstica. Alguns homens morrem, outros ficam aleijados, pobres, sem moral. Se você for criativa, a lista pode ser grande.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UXBLMJQ838w/Th4segU2R_I/AAAAAAAACFI/hYtcSUipopI/s1600/aa23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UXBLMJQ838w/Th4segU2R_I/AAAAAAAACFI/hYtcSUipopI/s320/aa23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628985486844774386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Eu já me vinguei uma vez. Claro que não foi algo tão cruel... mas quem nunca se vingou do ex ficando com o amigo dele, que atire a primeira pedra. (Claro, fazendo todo mundo ficar sabendo) &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ou saiu espalhando coisas...fez pequenas maldades que culminaram em algo maior.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Acredito que o que nos motiva a vingança, vem a ser o fato de como eles manipulam e acreditam que somos tontas. Que nunca vamos descobrir a verdade, nunca teremos coragem...esse é o pior.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;É nesse momento que PUFF. Mostramos como somos fortes... e que eles estavam errados. Escolheram a mulher errada para sacanear. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Minha dica para os homens é nunca subestimar uma mulher. Ela pode ter em sua alma, uma pitada de Norma.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Beijinhos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-2123436225982427379?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/2123436225982427379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/07/sou-ma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/2123436225982427379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/2123436225982427379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/07/sou-ma.html' title='Sou má'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UXBLMJQ838w/Th4segU2R_I/AAAAAAAACFI/hYtcSUipopI/s72-c/aa23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-4960228400840745077</id><published>2011-07-07T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T16:20:57.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curto'/><title type='text'>Grande Mulher, Pequena Menina</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gosto muito de filmes. Felizmente e diferentemente da maioria das mulheres, não sou viciada em comédias românticas. Na verdade, esse é o gênero que menos gosto. Sou viciada em filmes de terror, mas esse não é o foco do post de hoje. Vim falar da Brittany Murphy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No ultimo domingo, assisti pela segunda vez o filme “O sabor de uma Paixão” (talvez o meu filme preferido com a atriz). O filme conta a história de Abby, personagem vivido pela atriz, que se muda para Toquio a fim de reencontrar seu namorado que a abandona no país logo depois. Sentindo-se sozinha, Abby decide reestruturar sua vida e a aprender a cozinhar “ramen” (comida típica no Japão), motivada pelo efeito da comida nos fregueses de um simples restaurante perto de seu apartamento. Para ensiná-la a cozinhar, ela convence o rabugento Maezumi a ser seu professor, em um relacionamento atribulado, pelo idioma, metodologia de ensino, personalidades... No final do filme tanto Abby como seu mestre, percebem que o segredo do prato vem a ser o amor em sua preparação. Amor que é servido às pessoas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_AQ0fy40luk/ThY_I9uaiFI/AAAAAAAACDM/Wy5VaQw2RiQ/s1600/Brittany_Murphy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_AQ0fy40luk/ThY_I9uaiFI/AAAAAAAACDM/Wy5VaQw2RiQ/s320/Brittany_Murphy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626754207686756434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brittany é brilhante no filme. O que me chama atenção na atriz é a perfeição em que chora rindo, ou ainda quando ri chorando. Semana passada assisti “A garota morta”... Fantástico. Se você for aquele telespectador insensível, talvez ache o filme sem pé nem cabeça... mas para os mais inteligentes, o filme é um “tapa na cara” sobre a violência contra&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a mulher. O filme conta pequenos fragmentos da vida de quatro mulheres, todas entrelaçada pela morte da personagem de Brittany, que vem a ser a garota morta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gosto também de Recém Casados; Garota Interrompida; Grande Menina, Pequena Mulher; A Agenda Secreta Do Meu Namorado e o clássico As Patricinhas de Beverly Hills (o primeiro filme que vi da atriz). Pelo que andei pesquisando, a atriz tem mais de 30 participações em filmes como atriz ou ainda com o fornecimento de vocais.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Infelizmente a atriz faleceu em dezembro de 2009, mas com seus filmes tão bem produzidos que vão do sorriso ao choro (as vezes descontrolado de suas personagens) ela continuará por muito tempo nas Sessões da Tarde e nas prateleiras das locadoras de DVD. Ver um filme com Brittany Murphy é garantia de emoção.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-4960228400840745077?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/4960228400840745077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/07/grande-mulher-pequena-menina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/4960228400840745077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/4960228400840745077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/07/grande-mulher-pequena-menina.html' title='Grande Mulher, Pequena Menina'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_AQ0fy40luk/ThY_I9uaiFI/AAAAAAAACDM/Wy5VaQw2RiQ/s72-c/Brittany_Murphy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-3977191243517233402</id><published>2011-07-05T12:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T19:15:27.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>Minha paixão pela estampa Girl Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Quem me conhece (conhece bem mesmo), sabe de minha paixão pelas estampas de animais e pelas Spice Girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Lendo algumas matérias sobre essa estampa que está “bombando” na estação, comecei a pensar em como esse mundo animal entrou na minha vida. Como a maioria das coisas boas, ele surgiu junto com o meu descobrimento pela Spice Girl, mais especificamente Melanie B.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sKhzLM05yUM/ThNkP53n5iI/AAAAAAAACCw/Oh5seKYo86U/s1600/066D68D4-D94C-3C24-E9FC9F96A5FA2B17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sKhzLM05yUM/ThNkP53n5iI/AAAAAAAACCw/Oh5seKYo86U/s320/066D68D4-D94C-3C24-E9FC9F96A5FA2B17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625950583910819362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vocês a conhecem certo? Com o apelido de Scary, a Spice sempre procurou ousar em suas roupas, surgindo&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;com roupas transparentes, short curto, plataforma e principalmente roupas com estampa de animais. Tendo então minha querida Mel como um dos ícones na adolescência, comecei a incrementar meu guarda- roupa com peças nesse estilo. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Não sei dizer ao certo quais foram minhas primeiras peças, mas as que tenham digamos que dão um toque todo especial aos meus looks, já que uso muito preto. Para não cair em um estilo “piranha”, uso bolsas, cintos, brincos, lenços para não ficar vulgar ou que a peça “brigue” com o resto de tudo que estou usando. Para muitos, a estampa de leopardo ou de zebra vem a ser moderna em outras tonalidades fora à clássica (preto e amarelo; preto e branco), mas desculpe quem gosta, eu acho muito brega.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A graça de usar as estampas de animais, em minha humilde opinião, vem a remeter como nossos antigos colegas pré-históricos se vestiam, usando peles de animais. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ut_qyqMGwFo/ThNlKRoJtLI/AAAAAAAACC4/7WtQEIimEkU/s1600/Colagens1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ut_qyqMGwFo/ThNlKRoJtLI/AAAAAAAACC4/7WtQEIimEkU/s320/Colagens1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625951586720789682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Fiz a seleção de algumas peças que tenho. Mas também tenho lingerie, caixas de bijuterias, manta... ahuhuhaha.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Acho que a mulher deve ter uma peça com a estampa de animal. Não apenas a de leopardo, mas o branco e preto da zebra também é lindo. A mulher fica sensual, elegante... e com uma pitada de Girl Power.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-3977191243517233402?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/3977191243517233402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/07/minha-paixao-pela-estampa-girl-power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3977191243517233402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3977191243517233402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/07/minha-paixao-pela-estampa-girl-power.html' title='Minha paixão pela estampa Girl Power'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sKhzLM05yUM/ThNkP53n5iI/AAAAAAAACCw/Oh5seKYo86U/s72-c/066D68D4-D94C-3C24-E9FC9F96A5FA2B17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-3921797863098920398</id><published>2011-06-18T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T21:49:47.024-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='familia'/><title type='text'>Mais do que sangue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EfMqYWy_AXY/Tf1tnOdUyQI/AAAAAAAACB8/MHnbl7K4oEE/s1600/053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EfMqYWy_AXY/Tf1tnOdUyQI/AAAAAAAACB8/MHnbl7K4oEE/s320/053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619768430691666178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0khqkCTRsR8/Tf1tnQJr9GI/AAAAAAAACCE/S2oA6m59eKY/s1600/067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0khqkCTRsR8/Tf1tnQJr9GI/AAAAAAAACCE/S2oA6m59eKY/s320/067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619768431146169442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Apesar de por muito tempo ter morado longe da família, sempre tive um laço muito forte por elas. A diferença de idade, personalidade e até mesmo de contexto nunca foi um obstáculo para nada.  Foram longos 4 meses. Teve momentos que só pensava em sair correndo e chegar até Santa Catarina, mas houve momentos como esses...que me faria voltar e viver tudo de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-3921797863098920398?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/3921797863098920398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/06/mais-do-que-sangue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3921797863098920398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3921797863098920398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/06/mais-do-que-sangue.html' title='Mais do que sangue'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EfMqYWy_AXY/Tf1tnOdUyQI/AAAAAAAACB8/MHnbl7K4oEE/s72-c/053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-1139903535405097416</id><published>2011-06-04T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T20:37:08.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;O tempo passa e você percebe como é natural esquecer um amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;O tempo passa e você percebe como é fácil encontrar um novo amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Você percebe que tempo e amor são irmãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-1139903535405097416?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/1139903535405097416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/06/tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/1139903535405097416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/1139903535405097416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/06/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-7667219489829235676</id><published>2011-03-20T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T12:13:59.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><title type='text'>Penetras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sY2FpKYKB-w/TYZRxVkNlOI/AAAAAAAACBM/XX9Fvjh1Ykg/s1600/casamento%2B022_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586242295844148450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sY2FpKYKB-w/TYZRxVkNlOI/AAAAAAAACBM/XX9Fvjh1Ykg/s320/casamento%2B022_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_jLklvYIeLk/TYZQ_OQfwGI/AAAAAAAACBE/83iYiOVXqN4/s1600/DSC09981_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586241434888945762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_jLklvYIeLk/TYZQ_OQfwGI/AAAAAAAACBE/83iYiOVXqN4/s320/DSC09981_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-STGj7bfcFww/TYZP-JvO9gI/AAAAAAAACA8/6gZpqpdLgmo/s1600/casamento%2B033_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586240316984194562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-STGj7bfcFww/TYZP-JvO9gI/AAAAAAAACA8/6gZpqpdLgmo/s320/casamento%2B033_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UCwdxcVfnEs/TYZOq9nDAGI/AAAAAAAACA0/lq6bfn9zjrk/s1600/DSC09958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586238887799488610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UCwdxcVfnEs/TYZOq9nDAGI/AAAAAAAACA0/lq6bfn9zjrk/s320/DSC09958.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Na verdade fomos convidadas...ou quase convidadas. Talvez nem precissacemos de convite. Somos pop. Como vou falar do casamento se não lembro? UHAUHAHAU. Foi ótimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-7667219489829235676?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/7667219489829235676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/03/penetras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7667219489829235676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7667219489829235676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/03/penetras.html' title='Penetras'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sY2FpKYKB-w/TYZRxVkNlOI/AAAAAAAACBM/XX9Fvjh1Ykg/s72-c/casamento%2B022_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-4991576289343307034</id><published>2011-03-17T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T11:53:26.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><title type='text'>BR 376</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Definitivamente as coisas macabras acontecem comigo quando não são para acontecer. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Agora (15/03) são 23h, estou em um congestionamento dentro de um ônibus da Catarinense na BR 376. Como se não bastasse minha super preguiça em voltar ao Paraná, a super mãe Natureza ainda fez chover um oceano todo entre os dois estados = queda de barreiras na serra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585118742787045618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CISypL5lunI/TYJT58QyuPI/AAAAAAAACAE/n_I2gnlFuME/s320/DSC03918.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585120213718113346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XqkKEKGHIV8/TYJVPj6FnEI/AAAAAAAACAM/umkupAlkNIs/s320/DSC03920.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585123622340223218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LLt07LGku4g/TYJYV-A7YPI/AAAAAAAACAc/FXVhOG01uOA/s320/DSC03921.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Já ouvi músicas, comi 4 pasteis que trouxe de casa (os melhores lanches de uma viagem são aqueles trazidos de casa, salmonela zero), seduzi caminhoneiros ..e não tenho sono.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Algo me diz que a noite e a viagem serão longas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Felizmente, dormi e acordei viva. Um pouco antes da passagem ser liberada, pude registrar mais essa aventura. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-4991576289343307034?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/4991576289343307034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/03/br-376.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/4991576289343307034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/4991576289343307034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/03/br-376.html' title='BR 376'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CISypL5lunI/TYJT58QyuPI/AAAAAAAACAE/n_I2gnlFuME/s72-c/DSC03918.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-3061010855720281166</id><published>2011-03-13T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T19:32:46.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><title type='text'>Cola em mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Estou me divertindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cantando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dançando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bebendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E seduzindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3n9XF0CdkXw/TX191df8-1I/AAAAAAAAB_0/FDVn9kjSm_M/s1600/laranjeiras%2Bpop%2B032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3n9XF0CdkXw/TX191df8-1I/AAAAAAAAB_0/FDVn9kjSm_M/s320/laranjeiras%2Bpop%2B032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583757470414469970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wqCEMTDqySo/TX19x9eYWGI/AAAAAAAAB_s/cexeWVJHYnY/s1600/laranjeiras%2Bpop%2B030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wqCEMTDqySo/TX19x9eYWGI/AAAAAAAAB_s/cexeWVJHYnY/s320/laranjeiras%2Bpop%2B030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583757410278332514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3n963f1wG_M/TX19Xi_P0NI/AAAAAAAAB_k/uG2rpmNEJNg/s1600/laranjeiras%2Bpop%2B023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pDx7JdSmuY8/TX19PRebxwI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2t9vQ8n-vR0/s320/laranjeiras%2Bpop%2B004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583756814351845122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_odKJt28A80/TX19Jg6HHsI/AAAAAAAAB_M/Amlo_WwTzjA/s1600/laranjeiras%2Bpop%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_odKJt28A80/TX19Jg6HHsI/AAAAAAAAB_M/Amlo_WwTzjA/s320/laranjeiras%2Bpop%2B003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583756715415248578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-3061010855720281166?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/3061010855720281166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/03/cola-em-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3061010855720281166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3061010855720281166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/03/cola-em-mim.html' title='Cola em mim'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3n9XF0CdkXw/TX191df8-1I/AAAAAAAAB_0/FDVn9kjSm_M/s72-c/laranjeiras%2Bpop%2B032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-1003366137611074555</id><published>2011-03-10T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:22:25.593-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os amigos que a vida me deu'/><title type='text'>Meu amor de 4 patas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Minhas amigas tinham um animal de estimação... e eu não. Quando apareceu na Vila Naval uma cadela grávida, consegui convencer meus pais que nossa vida seria melhor com um cachorro, e ela é muito melhor com eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Quando vi o Mickey pela primeira vez logo depois do parto, fiquei simplesmente encantada. Ele era o único branco com manchas marrons, igual à mãe... e foi ele que escolhi.  Em casa, o ensinei a usar o jornal, dar a patinha, pegar borboletas... Por muito tempo, o Mickey e o Pluto (seu irmão que adotamos uma semana depois), foram os meus melhores amigos em dias de chuva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O Pluto foi adotado por outra família, e o Mickey nos acompanhou nas mudanças para o Rio de Janeiro, Belém e Santa Catarina. Em quase 15 anos de vida, o Mickey é um dos grandes parceiros que tenho. Uma vez, emprestei o Mickey para um dos meus amores de infância que não tinha cachorro, dava voltas e voltas na vila só para ter um pretexto de sair de casa, vestia ele de menina... conversamos e posso até jurar que ele me responde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Uma de nossas ultimas aventuras foi termos ficado pendurado na laje da casa quando ela estava &lt;st1:personname productid="em construção. Ele" st="on"&gt;em construção. Ele&lt;/st1:personname&gt; subiu atrás de um gato e ficou pendurado, eu como uma louca fui tentar resgata-lo e quase caímos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;É complicado falar de como amo meu cachorro. Ninguém esteve mais ao meu lado que ele e a Stefanie.... ele, como poucos, teve uma participação super significativa em quase todos os momentos desses últimos 15 anos. Um beijo e uma lambida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K1SkpQSC1Uk/TXl4s3F5GgI/AAAAAAAAB-U/mWRvvvgp4fk/s320/ferias%2B2010%2B%2528119%2529.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582625925200681474" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-1003366137611074555?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/1003366137611074555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/03/meu-amor-de-4-patas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/1003366137611074555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/1003366137611074555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/03/meu-amor-de-4-patas.html' title='Meu amor de 4 patas'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K1SkpQSC1Uk/TXl4s3F5GgI/AAAAAAAAB-U/mWRvvvgp4fk/s72-c/ferias%2B2010%2B%2528119%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-2991986775557769211</id><published>2011-03-04T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T17:46:12.364-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>Fugi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Não saí correndo, mas fui de ônibus. Estou a&lt;/span&gt; mais de um mês longe de casa e isso está trazendo tanto coisas boas, como coisas ruins. Não preciso me preocupar mais, pelo menos não nos próximos 2 meses, com os monstros que rondavam e me perturbavam a cada insônia. Não me importo tanto com as decisões erradas...até mesmo porque, tenho certeza que vou tomar várias. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Longe de casa. Estou vivendo uma aventura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-2991986775557769211?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/2991986775557769211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/03/fugi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/2991986775557769211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/2991986775557769211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/03/fugi.html' title='Fugi'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-3798119034650135020</id><published>2011-02-11T05:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T16:44:48.490-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>E lá se vai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;Você acha que não vai conseguir passar nem 24h sem falar, ver-lo, toca-lo ou beija-lo.  Na verdade você consegue passar a eternidade sem sequer lembrar que ele existe. É bom quando você ama alguém, mas é melhor ainda quando você deixa de amar. Você se sente livre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-3798119034650135020?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/3798119034650135020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-la-se-vai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3798119034650135020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3798119034650135020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-la-se-vai.html' title='E lá se vai...'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-7468257731408847596</id><published>2011-01-17T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T17:47:17.652-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><title type='text'>A saudade só aumenta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse ano, ou pelo menos nesse semestre não irei comprar material escolar. Não terei aquele frio na barriga esperando entrar um super aluno novo, que seja o amor da minha vida. Não haverá mais as apresentações de quem sou .... haverá saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Todo esse momento saudade dos meus amigos da faculdade, surgiu com essas fotos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TTTwmRBtwvI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/SgYJ96w838U/s1600/formatura%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TTTwmRBtwvI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/SgYJ96w838U/s320/formatura%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563335979905696498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TTTwmJo0M9I/AAAAAAAAB9I/KIS08iF8bow/s1600/formatura%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TTTwmJo0M9I/AAAAAAAAB9I/KIS08iF8bow/s320/formatura%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563335977922212818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TTTwMWIlDdI/AAAAAAAAB9A/tp0sObtqlIQ/s1600/formatura%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TTTwMWIlDdI/AAAAAAAAB9A/tp0sObtqlIQ/s320/formatura%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563335534600064466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TTTwL2uok9I/AAAAAAAAB84/zThuiIIyVKs/s1600/formatura%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TTTwLdpwbfI/AAAAAAAAB8o/kM8LmWYrY7Y/s320/formatura%2B6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563335519438401010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TTTwLQE2ViI/AAAAAAAAB8g/cIpt0OylUlA/s1600/formatura%2B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TTTwLQE2ViI/AAAAAAAAB8g/cIpt0OylUlA/s320/formatura%2B7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563335515793937954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TTTvbNEqabI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/GoQpgFV52o4/s1600/formatura%2B9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TTTvbNEqabI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/GoQpgFV52o4/s320/formatura%2B9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563334690354129330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TTTva197DhI/AAAAAAAAB8I/dFS-Y7GI8a8/s1600/formatura%2B10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TTTva197DhI/AAAAAAAAB8I/dFS-Y7GI8a8/s320/formatura%2B10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563334684151844370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TTTvakFrzKI/AAAAAAAAB8A/eXvMWypO0l0/s1600/formatura%2B12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TTTvakFrzKI/AAAAAAAAB8A/eXvMWypO0l0/s320/formatura%2B12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563334679352560802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TTTvajiBYTI/AAAAAAAAB74/QknwWpQqadM/s1600/formatura%2B11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TTTvajiBYTI/AAAAAAAAB74/QknwWpQqadM/s320/formatura%2B11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563334679202980146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E só de pensar que ainda há centenas de fotos...UHUHAUHUAHUAU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;medo, medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;beijinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-7468257731408847596?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/7468257731408847596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/01/saudade-so-aumenta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7468257731408847596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7468257731408847596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/01/saudade-so-aumenta.html' title='A saudade só aumenta'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TTTwmRBtwvI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/SgYJ96w838U/s72-c/formatura%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-4508743305978325480</id><published>2011-01-10T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T15:41:28.288-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><title type='text'>Cruzeiro da Shakira Louca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TSuZDNxwpBI/AAAAAAAAB7g/2dCbBSLNvLg/s1600/CRUZEIRO%2BDAS%2BLOUCAS%2B162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TSuZDNxwpBI/AAAAAAAAB7g/2dCbBSLNvLg/s320/CRUZEIRO%2BDAS%2BLOUCAS%2B162.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560706445436036114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TSuYuaOd_2I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/1kWkWJRZdCE/s1600/CRUZEIRO%2BDAS%2BLOUCAS%2B156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TSuYuaOd_2I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/1kWkWJRZdCE/s320/CRUZEIRO%2BDAS%2BLOUCAS%2B156.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560706088000421730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TSuYuAL28jI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/09RL2IulXts/s1600/CRUZEIRO%2BDAS%2BLOUCAS%2B148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TSuSj05_Z5I/AAAAAAAAB5w/V44c8bpwR_o/s320/CRUZEIRO%2BDAS%2BLOUCAS%2B097.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560699309113960338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TSuSjlTwuiI/AAAAAAAAB5o/FkSYBKrdO3I/s1600/OgAAAFyY48YqLaLe3CoCf84qQ6vz6y1GPUP6VBBDKaf7QJ9QtJlxMQz5DuOEYJzguKdcM4PW8lv1CxkjZPECe4lFJ8kAm1T1UN4QVgMhsxl5LKpGlp8sZBXJUiE8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TSuSjlTwuiI/AAAAAAAAB5o/FkSYBKrdO3I/s320/OgAAAFyY48YqLaLe3CoCf84qQ6vz6y1GPUP6VBBDKaf7QJ9QtJlxMQz5DuOEYJzguKdcM4PW8lv1CxkjZPECe4lFJ8kAm1T1UN4QVgMhsxl5LKpGlp8sZBXJUiE8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560699304927083042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não passei 5 dias em alto mar. Foi um passeio pelo navio Imperatriz de 4 horas....mas já deu aquela super vontade de levar todos os meus amigos para uma viagem dessas. Com meu companheiro Leo Segata, visitamos todas as partes possíveis.. e ainda sensualizamos de proa a popa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;UHUAHUHAUHUAHUHUAHUHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Beijinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-4508743305978325480?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/4508743305978325480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/01/cruzeiro-da-shakira-louca.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/4508743305978325480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/4508743305978325480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/01/cruzeiro-da-shakira-louca.html' title='Cruzeiro da Shakira Louca'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TSuZDNxwpBI/AAAAAAAAB7g/2dCbBSLNvLg/s72-c/CRUZEIRO%2BDAS%2BLOUCAS%2B162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-1123616068070900155</id><published>2011-01-05T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T16:48:49.870-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><title type='text'>Laranjeiras do Sul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TSURWBWfM3I/AAAAAAAAB5g/ND9tvcHu3WM/s1600/DSC00999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TSURWBWfM3I/AAAAAAAAB5g/ND9tvcHu3WM/s320/DSC00999.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558868385076294514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TSURV79tLUI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/u6adlvycceE/s1600/DSC00993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TSURV79tLUI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/u6adlvycceE/s320/DSC00993.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558868383630175554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TSURVcIugSI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/iFCTlv_Ogt4/s1600/DSC00991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TSURVcIugSI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/iFCTlv_Ogt4/s320/DSC00991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558868375086465314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TSURVfBbSiI/AAAAAAAAB5I/-PdAoeSdYQE/s1600/DSC00986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TSURVfBbSiI/AAAAAAAAB5I/-PdAoeSdYQE/s320/DSC00986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558868375861152290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TSURVGEMt4I/AAAAAAAAB5A/mje2kDDFwmM/s1600/DSC00985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TSURVGEMt4I/AAAAAAAAB5A/mje2kDDFwmM/s320/DSC00985.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558868369161893762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TSUQ7698XOI/AAAAAAAAB44/hzbfoDj3qt0/s1600/DSC00984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TSUQ7698XOI/AAAAAAAAB44/hzbfoDj3qt0/s320/DSC00984.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558867936686136546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TSUQwB8LwoI/AAAAAAAAB4w/e6RczF9PD80/s1600/DSC00966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TSUQwB8LwoI/AAAAAAAAB4w/e6RczF9PD80/s320/DSC00966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558867732399374978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TSUQhhd4UpI/AAAAAAAAB4o/dESq-Q4bE0w/s1600/2011%2B020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TSUQhhd4UpI/AAAAAAAAB4o/dESq-Q4bE0w/s320/2011%2B020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558867483164168850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos percebem que não sou da cidade.&lt;br /&gt;Na cor, no jeito de falar, de vestir... por isso adoro Laranjeiras do Sul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-1123616068070900155?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/1123616068070900155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/01/laranjeiras-do-sul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/1123616068070900155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/1123616068070900155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2011/01/laranjeiras-do-sul.html' title='Laranjeiras do Sul'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TSURWBWfM3I/AAAAAAAAB5g/ND9tvcHu3WM/s72-c/DSC00999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-3338959281168571334</id><published>2010-12-31T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T09:27:22.129-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><title type='text'>O ano de 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;O ano de 2010 foi bom pra você? Pois foi incrivelmente bom para mim. Comecei o ano em um dos lugares que mais amo nesse mundo...na praia, ao lado de minha família. As férias foram em Belém, junto dos meus amigos, dançando e comendo alguns dos melhores pratos culinários que conheço, o vatapá.&lt;br /&gt;Foi um ano de dança. Por diversas vezes ouvi Tony Mouzayek e dancei na frente do espelho. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TR4SRg9BP7I/AAAAAAAAB4g/gwGYo_4XC34/s1600/OgAAANKcH-Tm8x5xzWUjOb1cRFlTIOY1zBmiMYymEWprlzRB5kYOdUiYzkr1eL72gqPHtGJ9tmQW-yxbpCuSjDxOKckAm1T1UJc6EB585_qIPK0r-HH47oQcmSXS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556899082334715826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TR4SRg9BP7I/AAAAAAAAB4g/gwGYo_4XC34/s320/OgAAANKcH-Tm8x5xzWUjOb1cRFlTIOY1zBmiMYymEWprlzRB5kYOdUiYzkr1eL72gqPHtGJ9tmQW-yxbpCuSjDxOKckAm1T1UJc6EB585_qIPK0r-HH47oQcmSXS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz inúmeros novos amigos. Muitos deles com o triplo de minha idade, que trouxeram muita coisa bacana pro meu ano.&lt;br /&gt;O TCC foi como o esperado. Em alguns momentos pensei que fosse enlouquecer... mas confesso que não me surpreendi com o 10 no final do semestre.Ganhei o mérito acadêmico em uma das melhores noites de minha vida. Dancei, cantei, beijei e ouvir do meu pai que ele tinha orgulho de mim não teve preço.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não tenha sido um ano de muitos amores...mas teria sido pedir muito aos deuses.&lt;br /&gt;O ano de 2010 acaba com férias no Paraná ao lado da família da mãe, com troca de mensagens sedutoras na madrugada e com a certeza que foi um ano dos amigos..afinal, tenho os melhores amigos que se pode ter nesse mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada a todos que estiveram ao meu lado em 2010. Pela companhia, ajuda e amizade. Que em 2011 possamos estar juntos...cada vez mais juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos e Feliz Ano NOvo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-3338959281168571334?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/3338959281168571334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-ano-de-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3338959281168571334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3338959281168571334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-ano-de-2010.html' title='O ano de 2010'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TR4SRg9BP7I/AAAAAAAAB4g/gwGYo_4XC34/s72-c/OgAAANKcH-Tm8x5xzWUjOb1cRFlTIOY1zBmiMYymEWprlzRB5kYOdUiYzkr1eL72gqPHtGJ9tmQW-yxbpCuSjDxOKckAm1T1UJc6EB585_qIPK0r-HH47oQcmSXS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-3471716984485748104</id><published>2010-12-16T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T09:49:16.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os amigos que a vida me deu'/><title type='text'>Perfeita!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TQpQnvAWK0I/AAAAAAAAB30/uBybmJGSN_w/s320/ruan%2B%252821%2529.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551336425198561570" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Foi uma noite simplesmente perfeita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;O dia começou cedo com a ida ao salão as 8h da man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;hã. O almoço foi ao lado da tia Paula e das primas. O dia mais esperado de 5 anos havia chegado, a formatura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Muitas fotos e nervosismo na colação de grau. Consegui sentir o orgulho nos olhos dos meus pais sentados bem a minha frente. Fiz o juramento, colei grau e ganhei o mérito acadêmico. Foi lindo. O esforço, as dificuldades que passei com uma transferência, os dias de trabalhos voluntários foram recompensados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Minha insegurança com o vestido passou quando meus amigos disseram que eu estava bonita. E durante toda a noite, eles foram a melhor companhia que poderia ter. Dancei até o chão com todos eles, dancei com algumas pessoas para fazer ciúmes em outro... beijei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Quem eu menos esperava apareceu no baile, pediu desculpas, dançou comigo e ficamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dancei no palco. Aproveitei como se nunca mais fosse ver a maioria daquelas pessoas. E nunca mais verei. Foi uma das melhores noites de minha vida...e devo tudo isso aos meus amigos. Obrigada, o meu sucesso se deve muito a vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;AMO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-3471716984485748104?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/3471716984485748104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/12/perfeita.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3471716984485748104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3471716984485748104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/12/perfeita.html' title='Perfeita!'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TQpQnvAWK0I/AAAAAAAAB30/uBybmJGSN_w/s72-c/ruan%2B%252821%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-989121650004471206</id><published>2010-12-06T18:54:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T19:27:17.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><title type='text'>Festa do Ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não sei porque irei começar pelas festas, já que nesse ano elas foram tão alternativas. Comecei o ano em uma festa na praia, com milhares de pessoas e fazendo desejos, felizmente muitos se realizaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fui a festas de comunicação onde mandei mensagens sedutoras e beijei na frente de todos, vomitei, cortei pão, rebolei até o chão, ri, bebi e ainda mandei mensagens na madrugada. Festas familiares, festas políticas, festas árabes e shows...pagode, sertanejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A festa do ano foi aguardada ansiosamente por três anos. Foi em janeiro, em Belém e ao som de tecnobrega. O churrasco na casa do Bira foi surreal. Depois de tanto tempo longe, foi incrível como ainda consegui sentir algo que me prenda e me chame a lá.  Estar ao lado de pessoas que amo, me fez chorar na despedida. Foi o mesmo amor, a mesma alegria e será para sempre a mesma amizade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TP2pDmWElWI/AAAAAAAAB14/A_1DBonUmks/s320/DSC02332.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547776195288143202" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TP2pDPdW08I/AAAAAAAAB1w/3mIYWqrZm1o/s320/DSC02323.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547776189144683458" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TP2nELDjvnI/AAAAAAAAB1o/epC4j-GwG2Q/s320/DSC02301.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547774006119349874" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-989121650004471206?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/989121650004471206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/12/festa-do-ano.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/989121650004471206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/989121650004471206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/12/festa-do-ano.html' title='Festa do Ano'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TP2pDmWElWI/AAAAAAAAB14/A_1DBonUmks/s72-c/DSC02332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-5865898226846541666</id><published>2010-12-04T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T14:02:40.846-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><title type='text'>Melhores do Ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Olá colegas cheirosos, ricos e namoradeiros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Por muito tempo em meus diários, fiz os melhores do ano. Um reconhecimento aos melhores acontecimentos e pessoas do ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Na próxima segunda...começo com os registros do ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mas posso resumir, o ano foi inesquecível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TPq6W8SLYFI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/l4ImOFcKoq4/s320/OgAAANKcH-Tm8x5xzWUjOb1cRFlTIOY1zBmiMYymEWprlzRB5kYOdUiYzkr1eL72gqPHtGJ9tmQW-yxbpCuSjDxOKckAm1T1UJc6EB585_qIPK0r-HH47oQcmSXS.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546950794362445906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-5865898226846541666?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/5865898226846541666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/12/melhores-do-ano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/5865898226846541666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/5865898226846541666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/12/melhores-do-ano.html' title='Melhores do Ano'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TPq6W8SLYFI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/l4ImOFcKoq4/s72-c/OgAAANKcH-Tm8x5xzWUjOb1cRFlTIOY1zBmiMYymEWprlzRB5kYOdUiYzkr1eL72gqPHtGJ9tmQW-yxbpCuSjDxOKckAm1T1UJc6EB585_qIPK0r-HH47oQcmSXS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-6804368785003275553</id><published>2010-11-25T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T05:07:49.468-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relações públicas'/><title type='text'>#TCC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TO5emnMUx4I/AAAAAAAAB1A/6vsu8EKUzDo/s1600/IMG_5448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543472208788375426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TO5emnMUx4I/AAAAAAAAB1A/6vsu8EKUzDo/s320/IMG_5448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Foram mais de quatro meses de entrevistas, pesquisas, planejamento, criação e execução. O resultado foi incrível. No final, sete projetos escritos, cinco executados, novos amigos e aprendizado. Como disse em minha apresentação, o que aprendi foi muito além de todo o processo de Planejamento em Relações Públicas...os idosos me ensinaram a ser paciente, a entender como a vida é delicada.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, não me importo muito com a nota final que virá no dia 07/12...aprendi mais do que ninguém nesse semestre e tenho muito orgulho do trabalho feito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543471071195630306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TO5dkZVFCuI/AAAAAAAAB04/qFT_dryEhoY/s320/DSC03586.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obrigada a todos que fizeram parte desse processo e estão contribuindo para a realização de mais um sonho, conclusão do curso de graduação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-6804368785003275553?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/6804368785003275553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/11/tcc.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/6804368785003275553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/6804368785003275553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/11/tcc.html' title='#TCC'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TO5emnMUx4I/AAAAAAAAB1A/6vsu8EKUzDo/s72-c/IMG_5448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-2467669909754078648</id><published>2010-11-19T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T05:42:48.582-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os amigos que a vida me deu'/><title type='text'>Aniver da Musa da Sedução</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TOZ-zk75FVI/AAAAAAAAB0k/cchOa1VLXhU/s1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TOZ-zk75FVI/AAAAAAAAB0k/cchOa1VLXhU/s320/01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541255816079283538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TOZ-oK__7kI/AAAAAAAAB0c/skMWrg0H-jI/s1600/193333246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TOZ-oK__7kI/AAAAAAAAB0c/skMWrg0H-jI/s320/193333246.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541255620138626626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TOZ9dOHVTbI/AAAAAAAAB0U/YuJT5WsMXyQ/s1600/193122287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TOZ9dOHVTbI/AAAAAAAAB0U/YuJT5WsMXyQ/s320/193122287.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541254332484505010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TOZ9Vjk00SI/AAAAAAAAB0M/DMOEZT8JhzQ/s1600/193123229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TOZ9Vjk00SI/AAAAAAAAB0M/DMOEZT8JhzQ/s320/193123229.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541254200806396194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TOZ8mL_L3UI/AAAAAAAAB0E/h1W7DXla-yk/s1600/OgAAAKmCtQDMOAnpevMs4EfmuJDiRzl73oqcKf8lTSR36-pwokb2asPRWZrFd84pMBhOg37pG3_3Q5d1OwqcBVxoKGUAm1T1UFUWPpm8UlUzhjfs--6r4hv2AnXt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TOZ8mL_L3UI/AAAAAAAAB0E/h1W7DXla-yk/s320/OgAAAKmCtQDMOAnpevMs4EfmuJDiRzl73oqcKf8lTSR36-pwokb2asPRWZrFd84pMBhOg37pG3_3Q5d1OwqcBVxoKGUAm1T1UFUWPpm8UlUzhjfs--6r4hv2AnXt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541253387020655938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-2467669909754078648?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/2467669909754078648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/11/aniver-da-musa-da-seducao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/2467669909754078648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/2467669909754078648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/11/aniver-da-musa-da-seducao.html' title='Aniver da Musa da Sedução'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TOZ-zk75FVI/AAAAAAAAB0k/cchOa1VLXhU/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-1112308303263711240</id><published>2010-11-09T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T17:41:17.554-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os amigos que a vida me deu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momentos'/><title type='text'>Momentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Posso pedir algo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;que meus dias possam ser como hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Os melhores momentos da faculdade tem sido as ultimas semanas, os ultimos meses... e eles tem toda a culpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537729693344941778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TNn30OH1RtI/AAAAAAAABz4/FkPswRHGeMk/s320/190507198.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amo você e a saudade já é grande.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-1112308303263711240?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/1112308303263711240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/11/momentos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/1112308303263711240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/1112308303263711240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/11/momentos.html' title='Momentos'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TNn30OH1RtI/AAAAAAAABz4/FkPswRHGeMk/s72-c/190507198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-8961724057386621470</id><published>2010-11-07T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T18:24:58.294-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>O remédio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Pela segunda vez...ele me salvou dos fantasmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cuidou de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ficou por perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;E dormiu "ao meu lado" dizendo que me amava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-8961724057386621470?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/8961724057386621470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-remedio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/8961724057386621470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/8961724057386621470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-remedio.html' title='O remédio'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-7808390411782257714</id><published>2010-10-26T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T09:46:48.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><title type='text'>OPA 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TMcFv8aDRrI/AAAAAAAABzY/rVVnDjhXXBo/s1600/dsc_0394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-7808390411782257714?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/7808390411782257714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/10/opa-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7808390411782257714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7808390411782257714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/10/opa-2010.html' title='OPA 2010'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TMcFv8aDRrI/AAAAAAAABzY/rVVnDjhXXBo/s72-c/dsc_0394.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-7619994288027756565</id><published>2010-10-20T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T20:12:01.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>Ajuda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu vestido é no estilo desse...mas verde.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530331415969478018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TL-vHzMLNYI/AAAAAAAABvU/we995WPUteM/s320/valentino_spring_2008_02.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Gostaria de uma ajuda na escolha do penteado. Escolha o seu estilo favorito e vote nos recados. Beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TL-umn_rf1I/AAAAAAAABvE/9CC_G0MzW_s/s1600/2222222222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530330846028595026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TL-umn_rf1I/AAAAAAAABvE/9CC_G0MzW_s/s320/2222222222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TL-u7S-TocI/AAAAAAAABvM/nEtuIlJVsgI/s1600/33333333333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530331201162944962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TL-u7S-TocI/AAAAAAAABvM/nEtuIlJVsgI/s320/33333333333.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-7619994288027756565?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/7619994288027756565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/10/ajuda.html#comment-form' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7619994288027756565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7619994288027756565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/10/ajuda.html' title='Ajuda'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TL-vHzMLNYI/AAAAAAAABvU/we995WPUteM/s72-c/valentino_spring_2008_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-7324442758100098640</id><published>2010-10-18T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T09:28:22.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><title type='text'>Oktoberfest 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TLxz18UmtXI/AAAAAAAABus/axW2mmi7AMg/s1600/oktober+2010+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529421813066937714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TLxz18UmtXI/AAAAAAAABus/axW2mmi7AMg/s320/oktober+2010+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TLxylt4qNcI/AAAAAAAABuk/tt2UPlKJWmo/s1600/oktober+2010+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529420434802095554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TLxylt4qNcI/AAAAAAAABuk/tt2UPlKJWmo/s320/oktober+2010+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TLxyBk4jSRI/AAAAAAAABuc/bvONHIyrEFI/s1600/oktober+2010+026-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529419813910432018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TLxyBk4jSRI/AAAAAAAABuc/bvONHIyrEFI/s320/oktober+2010+026-.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529417954410160898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TLxwVVtI4wI/AAAAAAAABuU/8H8_BLIo1rg/s320/oktober+2010+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não foi bom, foi muito bom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os companheiros de ônibus, esquenta e pagode já são velhos conhecidos... o que deixa tudo a cada ano mais animado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As fotos podem descrever melhor do que qualquer texto, como foi divertido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-7324442758100098640?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/7324442758100098640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/10/oktoberfest-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7324442758100098640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7324442758100098640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/10/oktoberfest-2010.html' title='Oktoberfest 2010'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TLxz18UmtXI/AAAAAAAABus/axW2mmi7AMg/s72-c/oktober+2010+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-8398302827396567115</id><published>2010-10-12T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T16:19:57.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><title type='text'>Jeito MOleque e mais Marejada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Ela é diferente, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TLTWzG-k42I/AAAAAAAABtA/bUz7HmjO81Y/s1600/marejada2+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527278816225190754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TLTWzG-k42I/AAAAAAAABtA/bUz7HmjO81Y/s320/marejada2+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é engraçada&lt;br /&gt;É inteligente&lt;br /&gt;Também é bem humorada "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Jeito Moleque - Ela é diferente)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mais um dia de festa e tainha. Confesso que ontem a tainha estava em segundo plano, o que me levou a Marejada foi o show do grupo de pagode Jeito Moleque. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Como sempre, sai fotogranfo tudo que achava interessante. Meu jeito de turista, facilitou minha desculpa para ser diferente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Se passar mais 2 dias na festa, vou acabar virando cantora de fado. Já sei cantar e dançar quase tudo. HarÁ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-8398302827396567115?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/8398302827396567115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/10/jeito-moleque-e-mais-marejada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/8398302827396567115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/8398302827396567115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/10/jeito-moleque-e-mais-marejada.html' title='Jeito MOleque e mais Marejada'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TLTWzG-k42I/AAAAAAAABtA/bUz7HmjO81Y/s72-c/marejada2+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-983824744816620799</id><published>2010-10-10T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T20:21:42.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><title type='text'>Festas de Outubro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TLJ4YAfBx-I/AAAAAAAABrw/Q6Rhl2Qoavs/s1600/marejada+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 236px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526612046579353570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TLJ4YAfBx-I/AAAAAAAABrw/Q6Rhl2Qoavs/s320/marejada+111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt; O dia estava bonito e a festa já havia começado. Domingo, 10/10/10 foi dia de Marejada em Itajaí. Muito "fado", tainha, camarão e alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;A cada ano que passa, o Centro de Eventos da cidade está melhor. Com mais investimentos, a estrutura já pode garantir um conforto maior a quem participa da festa. Claro, algumas mudanças ainda precisam ocorrer, como plantar mais arvores, aumentar o número de mesas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TLJ6inAiK9I/AAAAAAAABr4/ITwVEzW9TB0/s1600/marejada+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526614427742383058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TLJ6inAiK9I/AAAAAAAABr4/ITwVEzW9TB0/s320/marejada+115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Um dos grandes destaques da festa, é sem dúvida a culinária. Ta certo que não sou muito fã de frutos do mar ou ainda comida muito temperada, mas confesso a beleza dos pratos, os aromas...e até os sabores. A fila estava grande, mas consegui comer uma Batata Recheiada, Muvuca de Furtos do Mar, Bolinho de Bacalhau e pulei a tainha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Teve tambéem a música, os grupos folclóricos...o povo bonito ou não tão bonito... Durante a semana, volto para conferir os shows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beijos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526621259410637234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TLKAwQ9LAbI/AAAAAAAABsg/hr8NlSt7dWY/s320/marejada+131.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526619406992407170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TLJ_EcKP-oI/AAAAAAAABsI/nPWvNdNgQps/s320/marejada+123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526619973751674258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TLJ_lbgMFZI/AAAAAAAABsQ/28ZcQfoFaRs/s320/marejada+119.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526618854458856850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TLJ-kRz_FZI/AAAAAAAABsA/mTJIKP7lvVk/s320/marejada+118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-983824744816620799?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/983824744816620799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/10/festas-de-outubro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/983824744816620799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/983824744816620799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/10/festas-de-outubro.html' title='Festas de Outubro'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TLJ4YAfBx-I/AAAAAAAABrw/Q6Rhl2Qoavs/s72-c/marejada+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-4239719911956280191</id><published>2010-10-05T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T20:14:07.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os amigos que a vida me deu'/><title type='text'>Uma tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Não houve muito planejamento. Começamos tomando um sorvete, depois fomos ao sexy shop, na Marisa, andamos pela Hercílio Luz, fomos a Navegantes, sensualizamos, fomos ver os marinheiros....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A tarde foi maravilhosa. A Mila e a Thaaaaaaaaaamy são incriveis. Quero mais. Muito mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524762847589281922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TKvmidbVsII/AAAAAAAABpo/7rVnYWgff28/s320/passeio+tamy+e+mila+060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524763797838168178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TKvnZxYVAHI/AAAAAAAABp4/tGTyw3bP5eo/s320/passeio+tamy+e+mila+084.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524763349512590562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TKvm_rPLlOI/AAAAAAAABpw/JRC5alXhNe4/s320/passeio+tamy+e+mila+082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-4239719911956280191?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/4239719911956280191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/10/uma-tarde.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/4239719911956280191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/4239719911956280191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/10/uma-tarde.html' title='Uma tarde'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TKvmidbVsII/AAAAAAAABpo/7rVnYWgff28/s72-c/passeio+tamy+e+mila+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-1946263852169905078</id><published>2010-09-30T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T07:53:54.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homem x Mulher'/><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; Faz um pouco mais de um mês, que não nos falamos. Sinto como se fosse mais de um ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Seria nesse momento, que gostaria que ele estivesse ao meu lado, me dando todo tipo de apoio. Não está sendo difícil, mas também não está sendo fácil. Sinto como se tivesse um bilhão de coisas pra contar, que preciso atualiza-lo de todas as minhas ações...que é caso de vida ou morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Se fizer isso, ele terá razão de todos os absurdos que já me disse nesses seis anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Vou me segurar. Vou procura-lo apenas no seu aniversário para os "parabéns". O que pode vir depois não importa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;SE hoje ele não está aqui, essa também foi uma opção dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-1946263852169905078?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/1946263852169905078/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/09/saudade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/1946263852169905078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/1946263852169905078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/09/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-2787246627151328536</id><published>2010-09-16T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T19:43:43.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='não foi'/><title type='text'>Não foi</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:595.3pt 841.9pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:35.4pt;  mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dormiu demais. Acordou atrasada e não teve tempo para escolher uma roupa que causasse impacto. Pegou o ônibus, e por muito pouco não desceu em um bairro desconhecido para comer um “churrasquinho de gato” em um barzinho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Na faculdade, andou rapidinho e nem percebeu que os óculos escuros não deveriam ser usados àquela hora do dia. Chegou ao seu bloco e subiu as escadas, a porta estava trancada. Ela não tinha aula. Droga.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Desceu desanimada, já pensando em todo o trajeto até a parada de ônibus e nos 20 minutos até chegar em casa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;No último degrau ela parou. Ele estava ali, sentado bem na frente da escada, olhando pra ela. Quanto tempo fazia? 7 anos? E as brigas, as promessas, a cumplicidade, o orgulho, a amizade, a raiva... não importava, ele estava ali. Isso significava muita coisa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-2787246627151328536?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/2787246627151328536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/09/nao-foi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/2787246627151328536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/2787246627151328536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/09/nao-foi.html' title='Não foi'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-4297752397117978703</id><published>2010-09-09T20:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T20:40:28.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belly dance'/><title type='text'>Mitos da Dança</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p  {mso-margin-top-alt:auto;  margin-right:0cm;  mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;  margin-left:0cm;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:595.3pt 841.9pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:35.4pt;  mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mais uma vez, ouvi a velha história que a dança do ventre “da” barriga. Resolvi então pesquisar e desvendar todo esse mistério que envolve o ventre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TImnIH7DvAI/AAAAAAAABlE/ogoGBw3xwZg/s1600/Dan%C3%A7a+do+Ventre+CAPA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TImnIH7DvAI/AAAAAAAABlE/ogoGBw3xwZg/s320/Dan%C3%A7a+do+Ventre+CAPA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515122976699431938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Segundo o mito, a dança provocaria um aumento de células adiposas na região do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; abdômen, o que confronta a afirmação que uma atividade física queima calorias, logo existe a pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;rda de peso e de medidas. Outro dado interessante, é que a dança estabiliza a região lom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;bar, pois no momento da prática desta dança é imprescindível o encaixe para que os movimentos possam ser executados corretamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Em muitos casos, os abdomens salientes são originados pela má postura, principalmente na região lombar que faz com que o abdome se projete para frente. Se a bailarina estiver na postura correta, os músculos abdominais ficam contraídos provocando sua tonificação. Além disso, a principal ação dos músculos abdominais tais como o reto abdominal, transverso do abdome, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TImoB7nRLeI/AAAAAAAABlM/1_FzH-axemE/s1600/wpf21b6be5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TImoB7nRLeI/AAAAAAAABlM/1_FzH-axemE/s320/wpf21b6be5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515123969827614178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oblíquo interno, oblíquo externo (músculo da cintura que cobre a parte inferior lateral do abdome, desde o reto abdominal até o grande dorsal) são a reflexão e rotação do tronco, movimentos muito presentes na dança do ventre. O que acontece é que quando você inicia as suas aulas, a profissional tende a arrumar a sua postura, encaixando sua pélvis e alongando sua coluna, e quando você relaxa e volta a forma antiga , ai parece que você fica barriguda, é só um problema de má postura, a qual a dança trabalha muito.&lt;br /&gt;O que a dança pode fazer por você, é modelar o seu corpo, deixando-a com a barriguinha em forma de violão e afinado a sua cintura. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dançar é tudo de bom...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:85%;" &gt;FONTE: &lt;/span&gt;http://kladina.multiply.com/journal/item/3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-4297752397117978703?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/4297752397117978703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/09/mitos-da-danca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/4297752397117978703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/4297752397117978703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/09/mitos-da-danca.html' title='Mitos da Dança'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TImnIH7DvAI/AAAAAAAABlE/ogoGBw3xwZg/s72-c/Dan%C3%A7a+do+Ventre+CAPA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-7015593534721944478</id><published>2010-08-17T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T19:55:49.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os amigos que a vida me deu'/><title type='text'>Eu tenho sorte!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TGtGXxfxSMI/AAAAAAAABkQ/Gw0eSHwYKs4/s1600/BIRA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506572343628089538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TGtGXxfxSMI/AAAAAAAABkQ/Gw0eSHwYKs4/s320/BIRA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Uma homenagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Eu o adoro. Se pudesse, o levaria para tomar um tacacá...e depois ainda iria pro "tecnobrega" com ele. Sem ele, minhas férias em Belém não seriam as mesmas...meus quatro anos em Belém não seriam mais os mesmos...minha vida hoje, não seria mais a mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Parabéns!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-7015593534721944478?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/7015593534721944478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-tenho-sorte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7015593534721944478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7015593534721944478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-tenho-sorte.html' title='Eu tenho sorte!'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TGtGXxfxSMI/AAAAAAAABkQ/Gw0eSHwYKs4/s72-c/BIRA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-4780559403135446592</id><published>2010-08-13T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T10:27:17.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>O Primeiro Dia de Aula</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;O calor era insuportável. Ouvi tantas histórias sobre o inverno, que reclamar do verão não me parecia certo. Meu pai me deixou do outro lado da rua, com: “Boa aula”.&lt;br /&gt;Pedir para voltar pra casa não iria funcionar, poderia então gazetar aula... fazer como antigamente..mas tinha que entender que não estava mais lá, a realidade agora era diferente, e eu só tinha a mim.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos encarar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TGV9LfA9MSI/AAAAAAAABjw/noBxu4wi5r0/s1600/RP+2010+227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504943755787841826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TGV9LfA9MSI/AAAAAAAABjw/noBxu4wi5r0/s320/RP+2010+227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Se um dia os tijolinhos entrassem em extinção... com certeza a culpada, seria essa Universidade. Me perdi, fiquei confusa com tanta gente que parecia ter vindo direto da praia, achei graça das pessoas de pele muito clara que pareciam ter estado na brasa.. eu também deveria parecer esquisita pra alguns, estavam me olhando muito. Encarnei a turista e fui. Segui os números dos blocos, às vezes segui os meninos bronzeados e cheguei à sala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não havia ninguém. Que maravilha, seria a primeira a entrar e escolher o lugar... nem isso fiz direito, 2 cadeira da quarta fileira...fiquei muito na frente, muito exposta e isso era o que eu menos queria.&lt;br /&gt;O povo foi chegando, enquanto rabiscava algo no caderno para parecer importante, deveria ser algo como “Marcos sentirei saudades”.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fazer um circulo! Brincar de adoleta? Não, hora das apresentações... clássico e lei nos primeiros dias de aula.&lt;br /&gt;- Oi sou Denise...vim de transferência de Belém (consegui ler nessa hora os olhares..alguns com aquelas cara de.. “Cidade de Jesus”, ou ainda como ouvi depois.. a menina que veio do Nordeste (?)). Sou natural do Rio e moro aqui com minha família. Tenho 18 anos, já cursei RP por um ano e moro em Itajaí há quase um mês. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TGV92THZLtI/AAAAAAAABj4/AuMpTfZtvQ8/s1600/RP+2010+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 254px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504944491327991506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TGV92THZLtI/AAAAAAAABj4/AuMpTfZtvQ8/s320/RP+2010+229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixei meu olhar no nada e não consegui ver a conclusão dos outros sobre mim. Mas isso não importou, não importa e nem vai importar. Refleti sobre minha situação, minha nova vida que nessa época era tão confusa.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda nas apresentações ouvi as palavras “paquita”, “grêmio”, “leio muito livros”, “silicone”, “interior”... isso bastou. Ter alguma característica facilitou a demora que tive em aprender os nomes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dei uma volta na hora do intervalo, fiquei assustada. Voltei pra sala. Felizmente o tempo voou. O desafio começou, e agora... Há pouco mais de três meses da formatura, sei que deu tudo certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os desafios foram diários, e como naquele primeiro dia, todos os outros foram inesquecíveis.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*As fotos foram de 11/08 (todos, todos estavam juntos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-4780559403135446592?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/4780559403135446592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-primeiro-dia-de-aula.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/4780559403135446592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/4780559403135446592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-primeiro-dia-de-aula.html' title='O Primeiro Dia de Aula'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TGV9LfA9MSI/AAAAAAAABjw/noBxu4wi5r0/s72-c/RP+2010+227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-4546573276634991616</id><published>2010-07-30T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T19:10:18.452-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>As ruivas continuam ruivas.. mas vou sentir saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pouca coisa mudou na pequena turma do 8 período. Ninguém engravidou, ganhou na Mega, casou, pintou os cabelos.. ou ainda, brilha quando está no sol. Algo em mim mudou...vou sentir saudades... e não só das situaçõ&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TFOE7_FgtZI/AAAAAAAABjY/x-8Wv9YyKZg/s1600/OgAAAANSAg2217lBJ6tN4iQzxopypmW-TRNJIyRpBDs2Ykg211CVafs6s5D2dLieZZdGX7TQOTPpSsK-r2CpLGvSGBYAm1T1UH79zB_KYQBq04X-wlmtD4nfJhgZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TFOE7_FgtZI/AAAAAAAABjY/x-8Wv9YyKZg/s320/OgAAAANSAg2217lBJ6tN4iQzxopypmW-TRNJIyRpBDs2Ykg211CVafs6s5D2dLieZZdGX7TQOTPpSsK-r2CpLGvSGBYAm1T1UH79zB_KYQBq04X-wlmtD4nfJhgZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499885736031204754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;es..daquelas velhas manias e hábitos que tenho..vou sentir saudades das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Minha turma...se tornou única pelas pessoas. Nem todos se gostam, as discussões são constantes..já tivemos brigas...  mas se tudo fosse normal, como uma outra turma qualquer... não seria a minha turma da faculdade. É melhor aproveitar... ta acabando... e alguns...bem, algumas pessoas vou arrastar pro resto da minha vida..outros, vão acabar indo embora sem querer e querendo mesmo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-4546573276634991616?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/4546573276634991616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-ruivas-continuam-ruivas-mas-vou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/4546573276634991616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/4546573276634991616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-ruivas-continuam-ruivas-mas-vou.html' title='As ruivas continuam ruivas.. mas vou sentir saudades'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TFOE7_FgtZI/AAAAAAAABjY/x-8Wv9YyKZg/s72-c/OgAAAANSAg2217lBJ6tN4iQzxopypmW-TRNJIyRpBDs2Ykg211CVafs6s5D2dLieZZdGX7TQOTPpSsK-r2CpLGvSGBYAm1T1UH79zB_KYQBq04X-wlmtD4nfJhgZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-7542929612236578350</id><published>2010-07-22T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T18:15:44.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>6 meses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TEjo6r1pfWI/AAAAAAAABjA/3aNlq5WjzeM/s1600/Zf6m180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TEjo6r1pfWI/AAAAAAAABjA/3aNlq5WjzeM/s320/Zf6m180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496899440103488866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;6 meses já foram...  teve Ministério Público, Podolski, Vatapá, amor e desamor, funk, família, brigas na lanchonete, artigo científico, estágio, compras, surtos... foi um semestre realmente intenso. Algumas coisas não foram tão boas, principalmente quando estava passando por elas... mas elas tiveram algum sentido nos acontecimentos que vieram depois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Sorte para os últimos 6 meses que virão... a maioria dos meus atos nesses 4 anos e meio... vai me levar a esses 6 ultimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-7542929612236578350?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/7542929612236578350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/07/6-meses.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7542929612236578350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7542929612236578350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/07/6-meses.html' title='6 meses'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TEjo6r1pfWI/AAAAAAAABjA/3aNlq5WjzeM/s72-c/Zf6m180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-7178084905958067130</id><published>2010-07-10T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T11:33:27.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os amigos que a vida me deu'/><title type='text'>A Índia do meu Indiano</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TDi5vYLgZpI/AAAAAAAABhc/tcZDKC3xZ74/s1600/08062010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TDi5vYLgZpI/AAAAAAAABhc/tcZDKC3xZ74/s320/08062010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492343969174021778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;O meu melhor amigo...minha melhor companhia. Há muito tempo o idioma, distância e todas as outras diferenças culturais que temos, deixaram de ser um problema ou algo que se complica na nossa relação. Eu não divido mais minha vida com ele..ele divide a sua vida comigo. Todos os dias me pergunto se mereço ter ao meu lado alguém tão...especial. Não sei em quantas formas de amor você acredita... Eu acredito em todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Ele não me autorizou a publicar as fotos que me mandou. HAHUAUHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Mas seria realmente egoista, se não pudesse compartilhar com vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TDi8mtueiRI/AAAAAAAABiM/FV7HCKAhyVY/s1600/22062010%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TDi8mtueiRI/AAAAAAAABiM/FV7HCKAhyVY/s320/22062010%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492347118873905426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TDi8ScQRSyI/AAAAAAAABiE/Mjgi5jIz1QQ/s1600/11062010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TDi8ScQRSyI/AAAAAAAABiE/Mjgi5jIz1QQ/s320/11062010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492346770586422050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TDi8Ha11PqI/AAAAAAAABh8/qjgf-Q_ZKNg/s1600/22062010%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-7178084905958067130?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/7178084905958067130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/07/india-do-meu-indiano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7178084905958067130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7178084905958067130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/07/india-do-meu-indiano.html' title='A Índia do meu Indiano'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TDi5vYLgZpI/AAAAAAAABhc/tcZDKC3xZ74/s72-c/08062010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-4065472873354666017</id><published>2010-06-18T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T20:50:55.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>Piloto Fantasma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O nosso&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TBwxAHDeSsI/AAAAAAAABhQ/6MS0JaQzer0/s1600/ghostrider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 123px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484312324193798850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TBwxAHDeSsI/AAAAAAAABhQ/6MS0JaQzer0/s320/ghostrider.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; destino já está escrito? Será que não adianta mesmo, fugir do futuro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Piloto Fantasma voltou. Trouxe novos caminhos, para chegar as suas velhas promessas. As mudanças que ocorreram com o tempo, a convivência com outras pessoas e até mesmo o leve desgaste em nosso relacionamento complicado...tem algum motivo hoje, e terá um significado muito maior amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dessa vez, não tenho mais medo. Ninguém que está do lado de fora, pode interferir nas coisas que vão acontecer...continuar dando certo dependende de mim e dele... O tempo é como o semáforo e a distância um quebra-molas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-4065472873354666017?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/4065472873354666017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/06/piloto-fantasma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/4065472873354666017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/4065472873354666017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/06/piloto-fantasma.html' title='Piloto Fantasma'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/TBwxAHDeSsI/AAAAAAAABhQ/6MS0JaQzer0/s72-c/ghostrider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-5344212591007529541</id><published>2010-05-26T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:09:26.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>Intensa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S_4L7QFdQBI/AAAAAAAABfQ/AMpxYFST9FA/s1600/intercom+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 151px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475827309487144978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S_4L7QFdQBI/AAAAAAAABfQ/AMpxYFST9FA/s320/intercom+075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Fui intensa demais. Quando descobri que o amava, era tarde...já havia caído novamente nas minhas armadilhas. Corri, gritei, surtei pelo MSN e pelo TWITTER, chorei, marquei um bilhão de encontros onde só eu fui, gastei toda minha criatividade em mensagens na madrugada, treinei no espelho olhares sedutores, tentei dançar, aprendi a ter paciência e me surpreendi comigo. Recebi algumas “frases monossilábicas”, um beijo que dizia que me queria... e um fora depois.&lt;br /&gt;Faria tudo exatamente igual. Vivi tudo com intensidade, mesmo que sozinha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Mais importante que receber o amor, é sentir amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(KAPAZI, 2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-5344212591007529541?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/5344212591007529541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/05/intensa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/5344212591007529541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/5344212591007529541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/05/intensa.html' title='Intensa'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S_4L7QFdQBI/AAAAAAAABfQ/AMpxYFST9FA/s72-c/intercom+075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-3075558944486584229</id><published>2010-05-26T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:28:29.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vale a pena'/><title type='text'>Garoto Bruto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/e82VE8UtW8A/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e82VE8UtW8A&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e82VE8UtW8A&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adoro essa música.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-3075558944486584229?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/3075558944486584229/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/05/garoto-bruto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3075558944486584229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3075558944486584229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/05/garoto-bruto.html' title='Garoto Bruto.'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-3066052068772708185</id><published>2010-04-26T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T19:51:31.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>Uma loucura.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Por onde estive durante essas duas/três semanas? Estive na sala, nos corredores da universidade, no caicom, na frente do DCE, brigando, lendo, no estágio, na frente do prato de comida sem apetite, rolando na cama sem sono, passando o domingo todo dormindo, brigando pelo msn, me reconciliando com outros, trocando bilhões de mensagens na madrugada, escrevendo um artigo cientifico, indo ao Asilo, bebendo, imitando a Valesca da gaiola das popozudas, dançando na frente do espelho, falando em hindi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EStive fazendo um bilhão de coisas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/CHRpQfioNaQ/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CHRpQfioNaQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CHRpQfioNaQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/4094538179375712867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/4094538179375712867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/04/safadeza.html' title='Safadeza'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-5043816331394192765</id><published>2010-04-01T16:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T20:12:53.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>Devassa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S7U3Zlqd0LI/AAAAAAAABfI/jmdLCuFeBlk/s1600/OgAAAH2gIPWb_n5EV2f1eEebNlzOIS6CtAa4G-Vua5yNnDJntN5evOeVI6HsUt_BjfV7Mqib-KlH67qi880rL3N2GwkAm1T1UE7gqB9Z9IwFc5XvpsEG0nmQsF35.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 203px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455327436375707826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S7U3Zlqd0LI/AAAAAAAABfI/jmdLCuFeBlk/s320/OgAAAH2gIPWb_n5EV2f1eEebNlzOIS6CtAa4G-Vua5yNnDJntN5evOeVI6HsUt_BjfV7Mqib-KlH67qi880rL3N2GwkAm1T1UE7gqB9Z9IwFc5XvpsEG0nmQsF35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Todo mundo comentando sobre o churrasco de comunicação do último sábado. Todo mundo comentando o que cliclano fez, o quanto bebeu e quem pegou... as pessoas adoram falar da vida das outras..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu estive na festa e me diverti. Cheguei a cortar mais de 100 paes, bebi demais, lavei toda a louça que encontrei.., beijei.. me diverti com os meus amigos. Eu estou vivendo, muito mais que aqueles que apenas ficam comentando pelos corredores, felizmente, não preciso dos comentários e aprovação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E quando é a próxima edição? AHUUHAHUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Um beijo especial ao Nick, minha Lindsay Lohan; Tavinho que passou grande parte do churras ao meu lado ajudando a servir o povo; Taise, as coisas não são as mesmas sem você; Dani e seus drinks afrodiziacos e a Drica , que sempre aparece nos momentos de tensão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAmei, quero de novo... com algumas mudanças.. HUAUHUAUA, mas de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A vida é muito longa ou muito curta para ser mal vivida -Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-5043816331394192765?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/5043816331394192765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/04/devassa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/5043816331394192765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/5043816331394192765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/04/devassa.html' title='Devassa'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S7U3Zlqd0LI/AAAAAAAABfI/jmdLCuFeBlk/s72-c/OgAAAH2gIPWb_n5EV2f1eEebNlzOIS6CtAa4G-Vua5yNnDJntN5evOeVI6HsUt_BjfV7Mqib-KlH67qi880rL3N2GwkAm1T1UE7gqB9Z9IwFc5XvpsEG0nmQsF35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-253769916571208223</id><published>2010-03-21T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T17:28:01.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><title type='text'>Vídeo cassetada e outros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Sábado foi o dia de passar um tempo com os amigos, churrasco, tomar uma cerveja, falar mal e bem das pessoas e se divertir. Não se pode só pensar na universidade, nos trabalhos, no estágio e em tudo que engloba essa minha vida profissional e acadêmica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Que possamos passar mais momentos juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ah , Parabéns Aoki.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451246261790817570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S6a3l9k3vSI/AAAAAAAABfA/lUL5LVX5pbk/s320/OgAAADw__m0yq7ns2Ln8_RoleBnPE9Cawz7GTT2_If_FkLrtimmwC94-TMhpaECShwARdR87MZeo2xhbBSphdnkwbTUAm1T1UMkpVE-n1f70PShaTBCMqMqV3dHl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451245891026112802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S6a3QYXrUSI/AAAAAAAABe4/SB3bIduDS2c/s320/DSC02426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UIqdmV1THIA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UIqdmV1THIA&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-253769916571208223?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/253769916571208223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/03/video-cassetada-e-outros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/253769916571208223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/253769916571208223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/03/video-cassetada-e-outros.html' title='Vídeo cassetada e outros'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S6a3l9k3vSI/AAAAAAAABfA/lUL5LVX5pbk/s72-c/OgAAADw__m0yq7ns2Ln8_RoleBnPE9Cawz7GTT2_If_FkLrtimmwC94-TMhpaECShwARdR87MZeo2xhbBSphdnkwbTUAm1T1UMkpVE-n1f70PShaTBCMqMqV3dHl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-8658023888906483895</id><published>2010-03-17T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:28:16.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>Tempo Perdido.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S6GrUv1DnOI/AAAAAAAABew/jfajyOiD3JE/s1600-h/idosos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449825397019745506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S6GrUv1DnOI/AAAAAAAABew/jfajyOiD3JE/s320/idosos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Quando você abre os olhos, já tem 22 anos.. está quase formada e ainda falta tanta coisa. Hoje, tive meu primeiro contato com os idosos do Asilo Dom Bosco, para meu estágio obrigatório,e pensei. Pensei nas histórias que aqueles idosos tem, nas alegrias e tristezas que já tiveram na vida, as loucuras de amor que já fizeram e nas tragédias que já viram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Eles, no auge dos seus 80 e 90 anos estão vivendo... ainda namoram, se divertem nos bailes ... e o que estou fazendo aos 22 anos? porque reclamar tanto da vida? das bilhões de coisas que tenho que fazer? é isso que me deixa viiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;A lição desse meu primeiro contato com eles foi: aproveitar todos os dias, viver para continuar viva e ter o que contar quando uma jovem sentar ao meu lado.... Pelo menos uma vez na vida, os papéis se invertem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-8658023888906483895?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/8658023888906483895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/03/tempo-perdido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/8658023888906483895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/8658023888906483895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/03/tempo-perdido.html' title='Tempo Perdido.'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S6GrUv1DnOI/AAAAAAAABew/jfajyOiD3JE/s72-c/idosos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-8138686810004241045</id><published>2010-03-09T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:59:43.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>Milésima chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ele some, aparece... conhece outras, me procura.. Diz que me ama, briga comigo.. faz as pazes, compra uma passagem... brigamos, ele cancela a viagem... mas já não me enlou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S5cmxt8YljI/AAAAAAAABeg/xVODq32GSho/s1600-h/motoqueiro-fantasma08.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 151px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 103px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446864909916214834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S5cmxt8YljI/AAAAAAAABeg/xVODq32GSho/s320/motoqueiro-fantasma08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;quece mais.&lt;br /&gt;Entre os vários conselhos que recebi do Indiano, o que mais se adapta à minha vida é: se você não vive, não tem experiências. Já aconteceu tanta coisa nessa nossa história, que nunca existiu... que não tenho porque mata-lo pela milésima vez. Não é só esperar que as coisas se acertem, é fazer com que o universo conspire a favor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-8138686810004241045?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/8138686810004241045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/03/milesima-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/8138686810004241045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/8138686810004241045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/03/milesima-chance.html' title='Milésima chance'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S5cmxt8YljI/AAAAAAAABeg/xVODq32GSho/s72-c/motoqueiro-fantasma08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-7143560687205478420</id><published>2010-03-08T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T19:00:17.950-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>Mera Mahi</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8XrEnQg_FN0&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8XrEnQg_FN0&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adoro música indiana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-7143560687205478420?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/7143560687205478420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/03/mera-mahi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7143560687205478420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7143560687205478420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/03/mera-mahi.html' title='Mera Mahi'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-5025901195329279844</id><published>2010-03-02T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T19:45:36.560-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copiei e colei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>Horóscopo Maldito dos Signos do Zodíaco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Áries (21 de março a 20 de abril)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Você é metido a honesto, sincero e se acha um líder natural. O problema é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;que você faz tudo ao contrário e não consegue influenciar ninguém. Você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;gosta de chegar a um determinado lugar e "botar pra quebrar". Isso faz de você um ignorante completo. Na verdade, você arruma confusão em todo lugar que passa, simplesmente porque você quer fazer as coisas do seu jeito, nem que seja na base da porrada. O que você quer mesmo é poder. Você quer chegar ao poder nem que tenha que f... todos em sua volta. A sorte dos outros signos do zodíaco é que você nunca consegue chegar ao poder. Falta inteligência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Touro (21 de abril a 20 de maio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Você é materialista e trabalha como um condenado. As pessoas pensam que você é um pão-duro, cabeça-dura, mão-de-vaca, estão certas. Além disso, você é um teimoso desgraçado que faz só burrada na vida e continua fazendo, fazendo, fazendo...Você deve estar se perguntando... Por que eu trabalho tanto e só me ferro? A resposta é simples: sua cabeça-dura não deixa você enxergar um palmo além do seu nariz. Por isso que você trabalha como um condenado e nunca consegue subir na vida. Só leva fumo! E graças a sua teimosia idiota, continua levando, levando, levando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gêmeos (21 de maio a 20 de junho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Você é um falso, "duas caras", fofoqueiro, mentiroso e um grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;cara-de-pau. Você não é confiável. É sinistro! No trabalho, faz amizade com todos como se fosse o melhor amigo e depois entrega todo mundo pro chefe. Você é tão safado que ninguém desconfia de você. Você adora ferrar os outros e depois ficar rindo da cara deles. É um galinha! Não tem nenhum conceito de moral e tem caráter duvidoso. Além disso, todos consideram você um canalha mal-resolvido. Geminianos costumam ter muito sucesso para chifrar, e também, no incesto, na prostituição e na cafetinagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Câncer (21 de junho a 21 de julho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Você é um chorão desgraçado, e as pessoas que convivem com você são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;obrigadas a ficar agüentando você reclamar da sua vida. Você se acha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;solidário e compreensivo com os problemas dos outros, o que faz de você um baba-ovo e puxa-saco. O que você quer mesmo é ficar "bem na fita". Você só quer saber de se dar bem, custe o que custar, e acaba sempre ficando numa boa, apesar de não valer nada. É, na verdade, um canalha com cara de santo. Quando pressionado você faz chantagem emocional. Chora e faz da sua vida a pior de todas. Por isso, os outros signos do zodíaco nunca desconfiam de você. E o pior é que todos gostam de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leão (22 de julho a 22 de agosto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Você se acha o máximo, um líder natural. Isso é que você acha! Sabia que todos acham você um idiota? A sua prepotência é insuportável para os outros signos e até para você mesmo. Você não passa de um puxa-saco incompetente querendo se promover a todo custo. Quer ter "status", ser o "rei da cocada preta", mesmo sabendo que não tem condição alguma de ser. Você quer sempre a atenção de todos mas, como não tem inteligência, nem sempre consegue. Daí a sua agressividade. Gosta de botar todo mundo pra trabalhar pra você, enquanto você fica reclamando da vida sem fazer nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Virgem (23 de agosto a 22 de setembro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Você é metido a perfeccionista, observador e detalhista. Gosta de analisar e gerenciar tudo. Essa sua maldita mania faz de você um burocrata insuportável. Você é um bitolado e não tem nenhuma imaginação ou criatividade. Gosta mesmo é de tomar conta da vida dos outros. Critica os outros, "mete o pau", mas não enxerga o próprio rabo. Quando as pessoas dos outros signos do zodíaco preenchem aquele maldito formulário de 15 vias carbonadas, de cinco cores diferentes, que devem ser batidos à máquina, elas não tem dúvida. Só pode ser um virginiano que fez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Libra (23 de setembro a 22 de outubro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Você se acha equilibrado, idealista e justo. Parece sentir a necessidade de proteger os outros e lutar contra as injustiças. Na verdade, você só pensa em si mesmo. Você é um engomadinho metido. Gosta de coisas sofisticadas e de alto nível, mas não passa de um ignorante desinformado. Nas conversas, quer falar sobre coisas intelectuais, como literatura e arte, e dificilmente entra em assuntos polêmicos. Quer ser politicamente correto. Na realidade você é um grande "fazedor de média". Isso esconde sua verdadeira cara. Dessa forma, os outros signos nunca saberão seu real interesse, que é f... os outros. Afinal, você é um teimoso, ignorante e ambicioso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Escorpião (23 de outubro a 21 de novembro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Você é o pior de todos. Você é desconfiado, vingativo, obsessivo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;rancoroso, vagabundo, frio, cruel, antiético, sem caráter, traidor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;orgulhoso, pessimista, racista, egoísta, materialista, falso, malicioso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;mentiroso, invejoso, cínico, ignorante, fofoqueiro e traiçoeiro. Você é um canalha completo. Só ama sua mãe e a si mesmo. Aliás, alguns de vocês não amam nem a mãe. Você é imprestável e deveria ter vergonha de ter nascido. Escorpianos são tiranos por natureza. São ótimos nazistas ou fascistas. Adora pisar os outros e tem um orgasmo quando vê alguém no buraco. Pelo bem dos outros signos do zodíaco, os escorpianos deveriam ser todos exterminados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sagitário (22 de novembro a 21 de dezembro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Você é um otimista e tem uma forte tendência em confiar na sorte. Isso é bom para você, já que é imprudente, irresponsável, limitado e não possui nenhum talento. Como não tem competência, sempre arruma uma forma de se desculpar de suas burradas na vida. E sempre põe a culpa nos outros. Mas na verdade você que é incompetente mesmo. Você é um teimoso, ambicioso e metidinho. Na verdade, você é um idiota fracassado. Além do mais, seu conceito de ética e moral é limitado. Você é um puxa-saco, galinha e gosta mesmo é de sacanagem. Quando consegue alguma coisa na vida é sempre de forma obscura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capricórnio (22 de dezembro e 20 de janeiro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Você é metido a sério, conservador e politicamente correto. Na verdade você é um materialista, falso, ambicioso e safado. Você tem uma tendência de ser enrustido em tudo. Você é frio, não tem emoções e freqüentemente dorme enquanto está transando. Você gosta de manter as aparências e quando encontra um "amigo", abraça, deseja tudo de bom... Mas na primeira oportunidade puxa o tapete dele e depois vai dormir de consciência tranquila. Você nunca joga limpo e sua frieza faz de você um sanguinário completo. Mas que importa? Se a grana está entrando... ótimo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aquário (21 de janeiro a 19 de fevereiro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Você provavelmente não é desse planeta. Tem uma mente inventiva e dirigida para o progresso. Você mente e comete os mesmos erros repetidamente porque é imbecil e teimoso. Você adora ser o "do contra". Pensa que tem opinião formada sobre tudo. Na verdade, você é egoísta e gosta mesmo é de aparecer. Mesmo que esteja entre um milhão de pessoas, você quer ser o diferente. Você nunca segue os padrões. Isso faz de você um metido nojento. Você se acha o moderninho. Acha que está à frente dos outros signos do zodíaco. Você não tem nenhuma moral. Se você for homem deve ser um galinha e, se for mulher, aposto que nem perguntou o nome do último cara com quem dormiu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peixes (20 de fevereiro a 20 de março)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Você pensa que todo mundo é cabeça de bagre e só você é o esperto. O que você não sabe é que, na verdade, você é o grande cabeça de bagre. Você se acha o sujeito mais inteligente do mundo e tem a maldita mania de achar que os outros precisam de sua ajuda. Você se acha superior e considera os outros idiotas. Adora reprimir tudo e todos. É impaciente, mal-educado e fica dando conselhos fúteis aos outros e sempre consegue afundar as pessoas que seguem seus conselhos idiotas. Você não passa de um desorganizado, não tem praticidade alguma e não sabe nem em que planeta vive. Quando alguém te questiona, você recorre ao misticismo, uma vez que sua inteligência é limitada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( recebi por e-mail da prof de dança, não sei quem é o autor.. mas fez sentido pra mim)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-5025901195329279844?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/5025901195329279844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/03/horoscopo-maldito-dos-signos-do-zodiaco.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/5025901195329279844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/5025901195329279844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/03/horoscopo-maldito-dos-signos-do-zodiaco.html' title='Horóscopo Maldito dos Signos do Zodíaco'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-3882998355508487778</id><published>2010-02-12T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:16:05.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os amigos que a vida me deu'/><title type='text'>Do outro lado do mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S3YCbXW0ZSI/AAAAAAAABck/A4ATi8EvPuQ/s1600-h/Imagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; float: left; height: 150px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437536269245900066" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S3YCbXW0ZSI/AAAAAAAABck/A4ATi8EvPuQ/s320/Imagem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;O idioma é o de menos, e a distancia então nem se fala. Ter alguém ao seu lado que só traz coisas positivas é uma benção, e por algum motivo que nem eu sei... a recebi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ai...a prova que ele existe ( não é um principe indiano da minha imaginação), e a amizade e o amor não tem fronteiras. \o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Aayush, pyaar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-3882998355508487778?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/3882998355508487778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-outro-lado-do-mundo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3882998355508487778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3882998355508487778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-outro-lado-do-mundo.html' title='Do outro lado do mundo'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S3YCbXW0ZSI/AAAAAAAABck/A4ATi8EvPuQ/s72-c/Imagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-6192765806252122833</id><published>2010-01-21T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T16:34:31.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belém 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right; COLOR: rgb(51,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Depois de 3 anos, finalmente consegui voltar à Belém. Uma série de motivos me fez ir adiando a viagem que me resultou em alegria, tristeza, saudade, emoção, risos e etc. Foram 12 poucos dias , mais vividos intensamentes, com direito a banho de chuva no fim da tarde, tacacá num calor desgraçado, brega em marudá, passeio no Ver-o-peso , vatapá, tapioca e amiGOS. Felizmente eles estão por lá, e estarão pra sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S1ioVhH98aI/AAAAAAAABcM/vVkqRI0xe0g/s1600-h/DSC02337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429274438417641890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S1ioVhH98aI/AAAAAAAABcM/vVkqRI0xe0g/s320/DSC02337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S1ioEMHVXxI/AAAAAAAABcE/jFgcRHdbxig/s1600-h/DSC02306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429274140720062226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S1ioEMHVXxI/AAAAAAAABcE/jFgcRHdbxig/s320/DSC02306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S1in1s8x8yI/AAAAAAAABb8/Ml9CgBK9O0E/s1600-h/DSC02227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429273891836130082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S1in1s8x8yI/AAAAAAAABb8/Ml9CgBK9O0E/s320/DSC02227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S1inNUCGxAI/AAAAAAAABb0/D86Lxf8Yw5U/s1600-h/DSC02271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429273197952812034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S1inNUCGxAI/AAAAAAAABb0/D86Lxf8Yw5U/s320/DSC02271.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S1inNUCGxAI/AAAAAAAABb0/D86Lxf8Yw5U/s1600-h/DSC02271.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S1im8IFY5jI/AAAAAAAABbs/lhZPWmsATHo/s1600-h/DSC02186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429272902687581746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S1im8IFY5jI/AAAAAAAABbs/lhZPWmsATHo/s320/DSC02186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S1imdxjdmZI/AAAAAAAABbk/TQDz9aGUaN4/s1600-h/DSC02132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429272381243627922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S1imdxjdmZI/AAAAAAAABbk/TQDz9aGUaN4/s320/DSC02132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(51,102,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S1ilwZgkWRI/AAAAAAAABbc/3Td9sBYuZ0s/s1600-h/DSC02120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429271601694923026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S1ilwZgkWRI/AAAAAAAABbc/3Td9sBYuZ0s/s320/DSC02120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S1ilgmQIwuI/AAAAAAAABbU/FsILHbihY8E/s1600-h/DSC02116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429271330237760226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S1ilgmQIwuI/AAAAAAAABbU/FsILHbihY8E/s320/DSC02116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Amo vocês! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-6192765806252122833?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/6192765806252122833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/01/belem-2010.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/6192765806252122833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/6192765806252122833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/01/belem-2010.html' title='Belém 2010'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S1ioVhH98aI/AAAAAAAABcM/vVkqRI0xe0g/s72-c/DSC02337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-1400749073894443974</id><published>2010-01-04T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:12:08.019-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>Vício</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S0KRlr7ycMI/AAAAAAAABZY/RT6UOHnGpnc/s1600-h/imagem.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S0KRlr7ycMI/AAAAAAAABZY/RT6UOHnGpnc/s320/imagem.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423056977942180034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S0KQK4iI94I/AAAAAAAABZQ/HKh4P51ZMsM/s1600-h/imagem.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-1400749073894443974?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/1400749073894443974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/01/vicio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/1400749073894443974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/1400749073894443974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2010/01/vicio.html' title='Vício'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/S0KRlr7ycMI/AAAAAAAABZY/RT6UOHnGpnc/s72-c/imagem.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-7111706760948829835</id><published>2009-12-23T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T11:53:51.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SzJ1Jh4PTrI/AAAAAAAABZI/SWKX-WOJSuA/s1600-h/Figura1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SzJ1Jh4PTrI/AAAAAAAABZI/SWKX-WOJSuA/s320/Figura1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418522108253654706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SzJvugYqYyI/AAAAAAAABYo/MbkKI9ZWhxU/s1600-h/papel_de_parede_natal_03+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-7111706760948829835?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/7111706760948829835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-natal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7111706760948829835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7111706760948829835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SzJ1Jh4PTrI/AAAAAAAABZI/SWKX-WOJSuA/s72-c/Figura1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-3889495976694518221</id><published>2009-12-20T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:28:59.558-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beleza e Comportamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copiei e colei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>Vale a pena</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rac9duJPFiA&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rac9duJPFiA&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-3889495976694518221?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/3889495976694518221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/12/vale-pena.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3889495976694518221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3889495976694518221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/12/vale-pena.html' title='Vale a pena'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-2538826982608993346</id><published>2009-12-11T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T15:26:14.083-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>Retrospectiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SyLTXwHqvvI/AAAAAAAABYY/_d-f0BJSj7U/s1600-h/blogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SyLTXwHqvvI/AAAAAAAABYY/_d-f0BJSj7U/s320/blogs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414122107060272882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;SE o ano foi bom? Ele foi maravilhoso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Dancei, dancei muito. Viajei e conheci pessoas. Fiquei sentada na frente do computador e em redes sociais conheci pessoas que mudaram a minha vida. Briguei com várias pessoas, algumas só para não perder o costume. Consegui um estágio e virei alguém importante, já tenho como assinar os meus e-mails. Não consegui alguém pra mim dançar, mas procurei e essa procura foi emocionante. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Desejei por vários momentos não ter nascido onde nasci, desejei ainda poder voltar no tempo. As notas foram boas, mas o estudo diminuiu. Visitei, e tive ótimas visitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Se o ano que vem, for como esse... já estarei muito feliz! Que venha 2010, o ano da formatura!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-2538826982608993346?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/2538826982608993346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/12/retrospectiva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/2538826982608993346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/2538826982608993346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/12/retrospectiva.html' title='Retrospectiva'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SyLTXwHqvvI/AAAAAAAABYY/_d-f0BJSj7U/s72-c/blogs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-7496683058333244671</id><published>2009-12-03T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T09:49:35.279-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vale a pena'/><title type='text'>Férias... e na TV o que ver.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; Olá amigos... as férias escolares e da maioria das Universidades já chegou. Para aqueles que buscam uma opção na TV paga, a minha sugestão é:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;90210 - Adolescentes ricos de Beverly Hills que vivem seus conflitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/Sxfysv46YEI/AAAAAAAABXw/7eNsmzz9phU/s1600-h/90210.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 139px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411060327892279362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/Sxfysv46YEI/AAAAAAAABXw/7eNsmzz9phU/s320/90210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; romanticos, gravidez, problemas psicológicos, drogas e muito mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SxfzY38r4QI/AAAAAAAABX4/EVs070LghdU/s1600-h/Glee%2BCast%2BGlee.png"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411061085969834242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SxfzY38r4QI/AAAAAAAABX4/EVs070LghdU/s320/Glee%2BCast%2BGlee.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;GLEE - Vendo as chamadas pela TV , logo de cara comparei o Glee ao High School Music. Mas, no primeiro capítulo a diferença já é percebida.Vale a pena acompanhar a história do coral da escola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Law &amp;amp; Order Special Victims Unit  - Essa série foge das outras duas indicações acima, pelo seu conteúdo mais adulto, abordagem  e temas. Revelando o cotidiano do departamento de vítimas especiais norte-americanas , a série consegue prender a atenção e conquistar o público.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Law &amp;amp; Order _ Universal Chanel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Glee - Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;90210 - Sony Entertainment Television&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-7496683058333244671?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/7496683058333244671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/12/ferias-e-na-tv-o-que-ver.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7496683058333244671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7496683058333244671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/12/ferias-e-na-tv-o-que-ver.html' title='Férias... e na TV o que ver.'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/Sxfysv46YEI/AAAAAAAABXw/7eNsmzz9phU/s72-c/90210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-833258372856403856</id><published>2009-11-30T10:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T10:27:13.699-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>Dia Nacional das Relações Públicas</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409965459453660466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SxQO7BHeTTI/AAAAAAAABJ0/LPefAB932dI/s320/e-mail+marketing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Meu pai ainda fica confuso quando perguntam o que a filha dele estuda. Felizmente, pela vasta àrea profissional, até eu me confundo na melhor forma de dizer onde eu posso atuar.  O post de hoje, ontem e de amanhã vai aos estudantes, profissionais, professores e também aqueles que atuam na atividade de Relações Públicas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu amo ser RP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-833258372856403856?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/833258372856403856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/11/dia-nacional-das-relacoes-publicas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/833258372856403856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/833258372856403856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/11/dia-nacional-das-relacoes-publicas.html' title='Dia Nacional das Relações Públicas'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SxQO7BHeTTI/AAAAAAAABJ0/LPefAB932dI/s72-c/e-mail+marketing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-6086045433535523127</id><published>2009-11-24T18:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:20:37.080-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os amigos que a vida me deu'/><title type='text'>Diego.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SwyUWVABT6I/AAAAAAAABJs/M_YNAeosjSQ/s1600/DIEGO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SwyUWVABT6I/AAAAAAAABJs/M_YNAeosjSQ/s320/DIEGO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407860363880386466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-6086045433535523127?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/6086045433535523127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/11/diego.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/6086045433535523127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/6086045433535523127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/11/diego.html' title='Diego.'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SwyUWVABT6I/AAAAAAAABJs/M_YNAeosjSQ/s72-c/DIEGO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-7788076572678560992</id><published>2009-11-22T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T10:24:34.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w1qDpQYMjqs&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w1qDpQYMjqs&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-7788076572678560992?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/7788076572678560992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/11/casamento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7788076572678560992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7788076572678560992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/11/casamento.html' title='Casamento'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-3063610627099908022</id><published>2009-11-04T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:21:56.694-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>Cansei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SvIn6i7WdFI/AAAAAAAABJk/9oUFncMNRSY/s1600-h/DSC01785_orkut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SvIn6i7WdFI/AAAAAAAABJk/9oUFncMNRSY/s320/DSC01785_orkut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400422789932282962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;The end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Chega de tentar ser uma pessoa educada em gentil com quem não merece.É só olhar em volta e perceber que o mundo todo continua girando mesmo sem tu ter contato com ela, como estar com ela as vezes é apenas um capricho e uma perda de tempo. Pessoas vem e vão. Ele não acrescenta mais nada? então não vou carregar um "peso" desnecessário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Num momento foi bacana, divertido e emocionante. Mas hoje, não é mais. Tentar, eu tentei... e o fim não é minha culpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-3063610627099908022?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/3063610627099908022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/11/cansei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3063610627099908022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3063610627099908022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/11/cansei.html' title='Cansei'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SvIn6i7WdFI/AAAAAAAABJk/9oUFncMNRSY/s72-c/DSC01785_orkut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-5284161649179238465</id><published>2009-10-20T18:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T19:16:25.428-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>Um mês muito louco [2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;E no mês de outubro em Santa Catarina, também tem MAREJADA.\o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Esse ano assim como no ano passado, não pude como deixar de matar um dia de aula na faculdade e ir conferir os shows. Esse ano, estive no Exaltasamba e no Fernando e Sorocaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;** Exalta foi maravilhoso. Mas o Fernando e Sorocaba....foi perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/St5ug3IzWfI/AAAAAAAABIY/nNH80XD-iVM/s1600-h/DSC01504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/St5ug3IzWfI/AAAAAAAABIY/nNH80XD-iVM/s320/DSC01504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394870914472172018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/St5ugkZElII/AAAAAAAABIQ/GrDGFI1g7OI/s1600-h/DSC01525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/St5ugkZElII/AAAAAAAABIQ/GrDGFI1g7OI/s320/DSC01525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394870909440136322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-5284161649179238465?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/5284161649179238465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-mes-muito-louco-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/5284161649179238465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/5284161649179238465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-mes-muito-louco-2.html' title='Um mês muito louco [2]'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/St5ug3IzWfI/AAAAAAAABIY/nNH80XD-iVM/s72-c/DSC01504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-180160043469504187</id><published>2009-10-12T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T13:00:51.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>Um mês muito louco.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/StOKxdDcf2I/AAAAAAAABG8/zCGBIV8s3zw/s1600-h/DSC01471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/StOKxdDcf2I/AAAAAAAABG8/zCGBIV8s3zw/s320/DSC01471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391805761109917538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Os preparativos para a festa começaram cedo. Dinheiro, indentidade e o guerreiro caneco de chopp. Antes de entrar nos Pavilhões da Oktoberfest, um pagode de esquenta. O povo já começou  a passar mal... teve gente que teve que ficar no bagageiro do ônibus... uma fila infernal para entrar na festa... e por muito pouco, eu não fico do lado de fora. Lá dentro, muita animação, chopp, dancinhas e alemães.. muitos deles por sinal. Aproveitei... afinal, infelizmente a Oktoberfest só acontece uma vez ao ano...  é o tipo de festa que tu vai ter o que contar até o final do ano...&lt;br /&gt;- os banhos de chopps, os foras mais criativos que você encontra para dar nos caras chatos,  sua manha em roupar o chopp de outros, as dancinhas que tu inventa, seus conselhos para a amiga que bebeu de mais... e etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, eu adoro estar em SC no mês de outubro. E melhor, ainda não acabou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU ESTAVA MAIS LOCA QUE O BATMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ETQCgsexNs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ETQCgsexNs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/df4iyaP0UkQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/df4iyaP0UkQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-180160043469504187?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/180160043469504187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-mes-muito-louco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/180160043469504187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/180160043469504187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-mes-muito-louco.html' title='Um mês muito louco.'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/StOKxdDcf2I/AAAAAAAABG8/zCGBIV8s3zw/s72-c/DSC01471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-4274067740613844784</id><published>2009-10-06T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T10:06:38.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música.'/><title type='text'>Lady Loca.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fqzuCC13yoA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fqzuCC13yoA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Já que o clipe da Brity deu bugg... vamos ao da Lady .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-4274067740613844784?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/4274067740613844784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/10/lady-loca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/4274067740613844784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/4274067740613844784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/10/lady-loca.html' title='Lady Loca.'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-3283072906682007524</id><published>2009-09-25T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:27:37.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beleza e Comportamento'/><title type='text'>Galãs 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;Nem vou comentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/Sr0nbHfvOSI/AAAAAAAABFA/nabL-Ps_YVY/s1600-h/felipe_dylon_1174000034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385504076227098914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/Sr0nbHfvOSI/AAAAAAAABFA/nabL-Ps_YVY/s320/felipe_dylon_1174000034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/Sr0ng7v2V9I/AAAAAAAABFI/J2EAraRv_HA/s1600-h/0,,22670336-EXH,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 342px; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385504176152664018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/Sr0ng7v2V9I/AAAAAAAABFI/J2EAraRv_HA/s320/0,,22670336-EXH,00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-3283072906682007524?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/3283072906682007524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/09/galas-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3283072906682007524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3283072906682007524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/09/galas-2.html' title='Galãs 2'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/Sr0nbHfvOSI/AAAAAAAABFA/nabL-Ps_YVY/s72-c/felipe_dylon_1174000034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-3247041396271861264</id><published>2009-09-25T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:07:44.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beleza e Comportamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homem x Mulher'/><title type='text'>Galãs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Definitivamente, ele está na mídia.&lt;br /&gt;HU&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/Sr0gVwZJH4I/AAAAAAAABE4/dRMllBBtgBU/s1600-h/Jose_Mayer1A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 116px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385496287544680322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/Sr0gVwZJH4I/AAAAAAAABE4/dRMllBBtgBU/s320/Jose_Mayer1A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AHUAUUA&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias entro em sites de fofocas e lá está ele..José Mayer! todas o querem.. querem? se sentem atraidas.. pelo que? seus olhos? musculos? beleza? inteligência? enfim.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu for autora de novelas de sucesso, ele será o tipo padeiro que não pega ninguém.. até porque.. chega!! chega de papel de galã, garanhão... bora variar né povo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Visitem o site José Mayer Facts, é realmente divertido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-3247041396271861264?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/3247041396271861264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/09/galas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3247041396271861264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3247041396271861264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/09/galas.html' title='Galãs'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/Sr0gVwZJH4I/AAAAAAAABE4/dRMllBBtgBU/s72-c/Jose_Mayer1A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-6158963162176919446</id><published>2009-09-22T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T19:31:13.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>Paixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Para quem já está dançando a um certo tempo, participa de festivais de dança do ventre , ser bailarina é muito mais que dançar para homens, aparecer e fazer bilhoões de shimes. No último sábado dia 19/09, participei do 7 Festival Nacional de Dança do Ventre em Brusque e foi maravilhoso. Conheci outras bailarinas, aprendi novos ritmos, invejei as roupas alheiras, fiquei triste por não ver homens na dança, aprendi movimentos novos, fiz workshops de dança indiana e de dança com véu, fiz tattuagem de henna nas mãos, me senti gorda vendo as outras, me senti magra olhando pro lado... enfim... só emoção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui, o vídeo de nossa apresentação.&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XRdQkly2sk4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XRdQkly2sk4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-6158963162176919446?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/6158963162176919446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/09/paixao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/6158963162176919446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/6158963162176919446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/09/paixao.html' title='Paixão'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-2433396389767466524</id><published>2009-09-17T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:23:06.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>O equilíbrio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Ele é o máximo sozinho com você, divertido, engraçado... chega na roda de amigos e puf, muda completamente. Tem uma voz completamente sexy no telefone, ao vivo... terrível. O papo flui no msn, orkut, twitter.. mas no "face to face" você não o acha tão interessante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;A vida é realmente engraçada. O divertido, é quando tanto as coisas boas como as ruins se equilibram e quando, o ruim para você não é tão ruim assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-2433396389767466524?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/2433396389767466524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-equilibrio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/2433396389767466524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/2433396389767466524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-equilibrio.html' title='O equilíbrio'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-2443709553912871852</id><published>2009-09-17T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:24:30.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meu blog ta buggado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHUUHAHUHAHUAHUAHUHUAUAU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-2443709553912871852?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/2443709553912871852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/09/bug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/2443709553912871852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/2443709553912871852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/09/bug.html' title='Bug'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-2810584939073807651</id><published>2009-09-08T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:35:38.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>Seduza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SqcTLB270xI/AAAAAAAABD8/DaKR1l7PBxo/s1600-h/dan%C3%A7a_denise+233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SqcTLB270xI/AAAAAAAABD8/DaKR1l7PBxo/s320/dan%C3%A7a_denise+233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379289360115684114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Sabe aquela frase "Quem planta verde, colhe maduro" ? Hoje joguei um verde a um velho conhecido meu e de vocês, o Piloto... e felizmente ele me deu a resposta que eu queria. A mensagem aqui é voce falar realmente o que quer, e sim seduzir.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Sem detalhes hoje.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-2810584939073807651?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/2810584939073807651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/09/seduza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/2810584939073807651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/2810584939073807651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/09/seduza.html' title='Seduza'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SqcTLB270xI/AAAAAAAABD8/DaKR1l7PBxo/s72-c/dan%C3%A7a_denise+233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-6856385106446197097</id><published>2009-08-28T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T18:57:33.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><title type='text'>Aayush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SpiKFLP_lQI/AAAAAAAABDk/5nKiHceUCPc/s1600-h/sendhilramamurthy_nbctca_240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SpiKFLP_lQI/AAAAAAAABDk/5nKiHceUCPc/s320/sendhilramamurthy_nbctca_240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375197976790537474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Se alguém me perguntar, não saberei dizer como conheci o Aayush. Ele que apareceu e me achou no meu fake ainda. Não tive como não leva-lo para o mundo real. Nascido em Pune, na India... um tradutor do Google vem me ajudado a intender todas as coisas bacanas que ele me conta e me fala. As vezes, conversar com pessoas de um mundo fora do seu, é incrivel... o jeito que ele pensa, ve a vida, espera dela...ele também é incrivel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Umas das coisas que refleti sobre tudo que ele já me disse é: se você pensar positivo, vai atrair as coisas positivas para sua vida. Se você pensar negativo, elas viram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Então, cuidado com o que você deseja, podem estar atraindo-as para si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;E viva o Indiano!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-6856385106446197097?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/6856385106446197097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/08/aayush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/6856385106446197097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/6856385106446197097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/08/aayush.html' title='Aayush'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SpiKFLP_lQI/AAAAAAAABDk/5nKiHceUCPc/s72-c/sendhilramamurthy_nbctca_240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-5351081415704578150</id><published>2009-08-18T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T19:28:53.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belly dance'/><title type='text'>Festival de Dança Abydos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SorUO8UCjnI/AAAAAAAABDM/WyEOQAZfJV8/s1600-h/Figura9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371338858766175858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 205px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SorUO8UCjnI/AAAAAAAABDM/WyEOQAZfJV8/s320/Figura9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SorULLkFiCI/AAAAAAAABDE/bMH8TYCRGPU/s1600-h/Figura8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371338794140534818" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 140px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SorULLkFiCI/AAAAAAAABDE/bMH8TYCRGPU/s320/Figura8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SorUHfWTpHI/AAAAAAAABC8/1Z1KtSbmDtw/s1600-h/Figura7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371338730731971698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 166px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SorUHfWTpHI/AAAAAAAABC8/1Z1KtSbmDtw/s320/Figura7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SorUEX5gcBI/AAAAAAAABC0/PaYADYB1yNs/s1600-h/Figura6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371338677192519698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 232px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SorUEX5gcBI/AAAAAAAABC0/PaYADYB1yNs/s320/Figura6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SorT8sNbUEI/AAAAAAAABCs/KZDTcrvNviM/s1600-h/Figura5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SorUO8UCjnI/AAAAAAAABDM/WyEOQAZfJV8/s72-c/Figura9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-2135227707768657395</id><published>2009-08-15T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T14:54:52.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuide-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G2xU4wpXZZg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/2135227707768657395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/08/cuide-se.html' title='Cuide-se'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-4042020500756906738</id><published>2009-08-12T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:37:49.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beleza e Comportamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moda'/><title type='text'>Moda, beleza e Comportamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SoN6_QNYDJI/AAAAAAAABBk/D1xr2p-VdMw/s1600-h/robert-pattinson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SoN6_QNYDJI/AAAAAAAABBk/D1xr2p-VdMw/s320/robert-pattinson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369270407857179794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Não sei quem começou essa onda de não usar escova de cabelo, secador e chapinha. Só sei que, com ele deu certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;ADVERTÊNCIA: Não tente fazer isso em casa, só deu e dará certo com ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;( tinha que registrar essa do cabelo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-4042020500756906738?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/4042020500756906738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/08/moda-beleza-e-comportamento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/4042020500756906738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/4042020500756906738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/08/moda-beleza-e-comportamento.html' title='Moda, beleza e Comportamento'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SoN6_QNYDJI/AAAAAAAABBk/D1xr2p-VdMw/s72-c/robert-pattinson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-697080602848176627</id><published>2009-08-11T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:36:48.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ansiosa por ter que dançar domingo pela primeira vez em um teatro lotado, com medo de escrever um péssimo artigo científico, não ter tempo de ler os 7 livros que peguei na biblioteca, que o Aoki esteja certo e eu precise de um namorado, e ter me arrependido de ter pedido um favor para alguém que eu não queria mais contato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-697080602848176627?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/697080602848176627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/08/feeling.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/697080602848176627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/697080602848176627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/08/feeling.html' title='Feeling'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-1659473909542156442</id><published>2009-08-06T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:03:11.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De novo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voltei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E aos poucos, arrumando a casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-1659473909542156442?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/1659473909542156442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-novo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/1659473909542156442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/1659473909542156442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-novo.html' title='De novo!'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-7517559421281893714</id><published>2009-08-06T19:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:46:23.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os amigos que a vida me deu'/><title type='text'>Diego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SnuVczLo5SI/AAAAAAAABAo/6TOOqQOZ-NA/s1600-h/Curu%C3%A7%C3%A1+%2828-07-08%29+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 108px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SnuVczLo5SI/AAAAAAAABAo/6TOOqQOZ-NA/s320/Curu%C3%A7%C3%A1+%2828-07-08%29+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367047702949979426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Existem dias, existe conselhos, …., que felizmente ou infelizmente não se pede as amigas . Durante todo o tempo com convivi com o Diego, fico feliz de te-lo ajudado em alguns pontos.. mas o fundamental pra mim foi ter tido a ajuda dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Homens não prestam… eu sei.. mas tu… é realmente uma pessoa maravilhosa. Me arrependo de algumas coisas que rolaram no começo de nossa amizade, te julguei pelas nossas diferenças e hoje, foram essas diferenças que aumentaram o carinho que sinto por ti, e que me fazem falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Obrigada por ter me ajudado a me tornar um pouquinho paraense, pelas tardes vendo H20 (HUAUHAHU) na casa da Deli , das vezes que fingia te ouvir e no fundo só concordava, da alegria que me deste quando me ligou, até mesmo das críticas, de sempre dizer que o menino que eu tava pegando era feio…. , de fazer meu pai gostar tanto de ti, das reclamações que fazia que tu tinha se esquecido de mim mudando de escola… dos desenhos e das histórias que inventamos e hoje… bah que saudade.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Sinto uma falta muito grande do que não vivemos… se a vida foi injusta … não sei… acredito que tivemos o tempo suficiente para que o que rolo a uns 6 anos atrás, dure uma eternidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Amu você… te considero assim como o Rafa, o Tom… um dos irmãos que não tive…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;se fosse homem… ia adorar ser como tu… ou parecido&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;HUAUHAUHAUH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;amu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;(Ontem, hoje e sempre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-7517559421281893714?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/7517559421281893714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/08/diego.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7517559421281893714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/7517559421281893714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/08/diego.html' title='Diego'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SnuVczLo5SI/AAAAAAAABAo/6TOOqQOZ-NA/s72-c/Curu%C3%A7%C3%A1+%2828-07-08%29+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-2762014995704884631</id><published>2009-08-06T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:41:08.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>Dia Ruim</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Tem dias que tudo é uma maravilha. Você só cruza com pessoas bonitas, os passaros cantam na sua frente, você encontra bilhetes de um admirador secreto no seu estágio, come algo gorduroso e se sente feliz…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Você passa a madrugada tentando terminar um trabalho, mas por causa da chuva tu deixa para amanhã a parte final. Acorda cedo e o termina. Grava em tudo que é parte para não ter perigo de algo dar errado. Chega no 1 ponto de impressão da facul e não tem tinta. Beleza. Vai até um outro ponto e o trabalho não abre. Corre para o  computador da universidade e ele não abre nem com reza.Conclusão, faz o trabalho de novo..TUDO DE NOVO. E consegue imprimir… Depois da comemoração do seu aniversário ( sim, comemoração mega atrazada) , tu, como é uma boa alma, leva um pedaço de bolo para uma amiga sua em outra sala. Quando vai dar o bolo a ela… o trabalho cai no bolo. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelizmente, ele tava encadernado, e o estrago não foi muito grande. Digamos que ele fico apenas achocolatado, doce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;AUHAAHUHUAUHAHUHUAAUHAUHAHUAUAUUAHAUHUHAUHAUHUHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;essa minha vida….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;(Postado em 07/09)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-2762014995704884631?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/2762014995704884631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/08/dia-ruim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/2762014995704884631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/2762014995704884631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/08/dia-ruim.html' title='Dia Ruim'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-1940052599780780107</id><published>2009-08-06T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:38:27.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>Mais um semestre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="entry"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;Arranjei um namorado, terminei com ele. Tirei notas baixas, e consegui passar com um desempenho acima do esperado. Fui a festas.  Pagodes. Bebi. Conheci gente. Ri das mesmas piadas. Os silicones das pessoas são os mesmos. Viajei. Dancei. Li. Estudei. Gritei. Chorei. Joguei praga a milhões. Me arrependi pouco. Amei. Voltei a odiar. Esperei que ele virasse mais homem. Me diverti com pessoas mais novas.Estagiei.Cortei o cabelo. Tomei banho de chuva. Tirei um 10. Senti saudades. Comi muita coisa gordurosa. Desejei coisas ruins a alguns (credo). Falei mal de pessoas pelas costas. Comprei um CD do Michael Jackson. Iludi meninos.Me visitaram. Visitei. Dedurei minha irmã. Ganhei bilhetes de um admirador secreto. Fui ameaçada. Tenho uma vida fake. Ameacei as pessoas. Endividei-me. Senti pena do ex. Briguei. ….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;Um semestre como os outros… que passou rápido.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Postado em 07/09)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-1940052599780780107?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/1940052599780780107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/08/mais-um-semestre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/1940052599780780107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/1940052599780780107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/08/mais-um-semestre.html' title='Mais um semestre'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-5259747233703550177</id><published>2009-08-06T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T06:45:21.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sua outra parte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ufa, demorei, mas finalmente ontem consegui terminar de ler Brida de Paulo Coelho. Quando li pela 1ª.vez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SnreZ6AkU4I/AAAAAAAABAg/mnZMQacJdhg/s1600-h/ATgAAACoRmCJ-peePimhJ2Vic_PSP_iQJ0BU8V6LI4pTMsTwShfWbjuehw-taOT57KdRoDctQ9jP5M32xjQITxDhHmACAJtU9VB08de8ayNtezMMroki7MvpFs0opA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 42px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SnreZ6AkU4I/AAAAAAAABAg/mnZMQacJdhg/s320/ATgAAACoRmCJ-peePimhJ2Vic_PSP_iQJ0BU8V6LI4pTMsTwShfWbjuehw-taOT57KdRoDctQ9jP5M32xjQITxDhHmACAJtU9VB08de8ayNtezMMroki7MvpFs0opA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366846442615100290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;era muito nova , e passei despercebida por certas coisas que se destacaram pra mim nessa nova leitura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; O romance entre uma iniciante feiticeira e um mago, assim como muitos dos livros do autor que eu li, me deixou desapontada com o final. O fato de um saber que o outro era a sua outra parte, não os uniu no final do livro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Segundo o livro, existem duas maneiras de se reconhecer a sua outra parte ou alma gêmea: O brilho nos olhos e um ponto luminoso em cima do ombro esquerdo. Poder ser por isso que muitas pessoas se apaixonam a 1ª. vista… (sei lá, nunca aconteceu comigo, ou eu nunca percebi que foi a 1ª. vista).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; É interessante pensar também, em como o universo conspira para esse possível reencontro das almas, e de como se completam, nem sempre uma sendo o oposto da outra. O livro chega a falar também, que ainda existe a possibilidade de se encontrar na mesma duas almas gêmeas e ai se tem o sofrimento (mas eu só acredito numa vida =D). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Acredito nessa “onda” de alma gêmea, em pessoas que no meio de tantas encontram aquelas que amam pela vida toda. Se algum dia eu achei a minha, não sei. Acho que só o tempo pode dizer, mas posso garantir que os olhos deles sempre brilharam pra mim e esse brilho não vou achar em nenhum outro olhar.&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: courier new; text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que lindo isso, me emocionei comigo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: courier new; text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: courier new; text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Postado em 05/08)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-5259747233703550177?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/5259747233703550177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/08/sua-outra-parte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/5259747233703550177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/5259747233703550177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/08/sua-outra-parte.html' title='Sua outra parte'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SnreZ6AkU4I/AAAAAAAABAg/mnZMQacJdhg/s72-c/ATgAAACoRmCJ-peePimhJ2Vic_PSP_iQJ0BU8V6LI4pTMsTwShfWbjuehw-taOT57KdRoDctQ9jP5M32xjQITxDhHmACAJtU9VB08de8ayNtezMMroki7MvpFs0opA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-5785372880703534532</id><published>2009-08-06T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T06:42:54.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homem x Mulher'/><title type='text'>Carpe Diem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Aulas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gazetadas&lt;/span&gt;, matérias perdidas, conversas por bilhetes em plena aula, dias que preferi ficar com você a ir pra casa, brigas, alegrias, perder vários &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ônibus&lt;/span&gt; pra ficar alguns minutos a mais contigo, tomar banho de chuva e levar uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bronca&lt;/span&gt; do meu pai, acabar com os créditos em apenas três dias só em mensagens, passar horas pensando em ti e no final não chegar a nenhuma conclusão, deixar que zoassem comigo, que me colocassem apelidos…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Tudo, tudo isso e muito mais coisas valeram a pena quando te conheci há um pouco mais de três anos. É raro o dia que passo sem falar ao menos uma vez o seu nome, que não o compare com os outros homens e que ainda me pergunte o que realmente senti e sinto.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;          Mas antes de qualquer coisa, sinto gratidão.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Você me ajudou a conhecer defeitos e qualidades que nem eu sabia tinha, me fez feliz e porque não dizer que passei a procurar em todos algo que nunca acharei, você.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;          Penso muitas vezes, que procuro manter “viva” a sua presença como forma de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;proteção&lt;/span&gt;. Atribuo qualidades e defeitos que tu não tem, quem sabe até concretizei algo que nem existe e ainda amo o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOCRAM&lt;/span&gt; que eu inventei e que até hoje me faz tão feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( POStado em abril 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-5785372880703534532?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/5785372880703534532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/08/carpe-diem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/5785372880703534532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/5785372880703534532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/08/carpe-diem.html' title='Carpe Diem'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-8911569641863578862</id><published>2009-08-06T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T06:39:11.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aconteceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homem x Mulher'/><title type='text'>Amor a 2 vista…existe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Quanto mais tu fala que não quer, mais você acaba querendo.Quanto mais você tenta não se apagar mais você se apega , sente saudade e sente vontades …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;A primeira vista, era só mais um menino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;bacana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;. Simpático, que te trata bem , faz elogios que tu adora e começa a ser um amigo.Por algum tempo, você consegue fazer jogo duro, mas a bebida nem sempre deixa você resistir a vontade que que tu não quer aceitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Bem… o que acontece depois… acho que acontece na maioria dos casos. Tokinho de madru, mensagens carinhosas e uma vontade de encontrar com ele em toda festa que tu vai. E o pior, é que adoro me sentir assim. Descobrir pessoas interessantes é mara. Se alguém perguntar quem é… é o guri com quem tenho gasto meus créditos de celular, então, é um menino considerado. &lt;p&gt;ai ai ai&lt;br /&gt;uiui&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-8911569641863578862?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/8911569641863578862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/08/amor-2-vistaexiste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/8911569641863578862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/8911569641863578862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/08/amor-2-vistaexiste.html' title='Amor a 2 vista…existe'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-8670246387644640211</id><published>2009-08-06T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T05:27:11.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homem x Mulher'/><title type='text'>Pau que nasce torto..nunca se endireita. Será?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Há algum tempo atrás, conheci um menino que hoje em razão do seu estado civil mudou muito. Antigamente, digamos que ele era meio “canalha”, não tinha vergonha de dizer pra mim que não era galinha, apenas não desperdiçava oportunidades. Tinha orgulho de sua solteirice e sabia aproveitar bem (algumas vezes até de mais).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Os tempos mudaram, e hoje é até engraçado vê-lo fazendo juras de amor eterno. Encher seu Orkut com fotos e blá, blá, blá.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SnrL7-06eSI/AAAAAAAABAU/0CqzU7Kss-4/s1600-h/Figura1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SnrL7-06eSI/AAAAAAAABAU/0CqzU7Kss-4/s320/Figura1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366826137303021858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Felizmente, não estou com dor de cotovelo. Numa época atrás, iria desejar ser essa menina que tu dizes amar , mas hoje não… Você era muito mais interessante na minha época, como tu mesmo dizia : tinha uma emoção tar com um cara não tão “certinho”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas será mesmo, que um menino que passo muito tempo curtindo “adoidado” sua solteirice pode mudar assim? Aparecer uma paixão avassaladora e tudo mudar? ou ainda amor…. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para essas e outras perguntas… só tempo responde.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ah, mas to imensamente feliz por ti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-8670246387644640211?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/8670246387644640211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/08/pau-que-nasce-tortonunca-se-endireita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/8670246387644640211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/8670246387644640211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/08/pau-que-nasce-tortonunca-se-endireita.html' title='Pau que nasce torto..nunca se endireita. Será?'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SnrL7-06eSI/AAAAAAAABAU/0CqzU7Kss-4/s72-c/Figura1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-3084185831481729187</id><published>2009-08-06T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T05:13:44.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os amigos que a vida me deu'/><title type='text'>Tutu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SnrIxry6qzI/AAAAAAAAA_8/KyTDgR9QG38/s1600-h/ATgAAACWgFOGVFpTk98HhqniqJyEpz4PWUgeqhWzO3soH6J4hf1ndXjLp7gzLzSyqH9xwIUwzXrP9gkTTpas88CtoiS1AJtU9VAtx_b0wuR--0j1FAtEFe-PdGN-ig-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SnrIxry6qzI/AAAAAAAAA_8/KyTDgR9QG38/s320/ATgAAACWgFOGVFpTk98HhqniqJyEpz4PWUgeqhWzO3soH6J4hf1ndXjLp7gzLzSyqH9xwIUwzXrP9gkTTpas88CtoiS1AJtU9VAtx_b0wuR--0j1FAtEFe-PdGN-ig-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366822661860797234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ele visitou o meu blog, leu alguns posts e ainda ficou com saudades minhas.Na vida, são poucas as pessoas que a gente realmente tem vontade de guardar num potinho e ter pela vida toda e o Sr. Arthur Almeida é uma. O conheci num dos melhores anos de minha vida (2005) e digamos que ele participou de muitos desses momentos inesquecíveis. Sabia direitinho os dias que eu não tava bem.. quando acordava de mau humor, dor de cotovelo e principalmente quando tava feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: right;"&gt;           Deixou o meu pai 2 vezes quase louco, no dia 12 de junho ( dia dos namorados- nem éramos -) me mandou um buque de rosas e uma vez foi até a minha casa pra conversar comigo… Era parceiro certo nas nossas festinhas.. aquele que dançava comigo , conversava comigo, ria da minha cara, passava a mao no meu rosto e tirava minha maquiagem… aaaaaa, e tem tambémmm aquelas vezes que.. melhor não falar…&lt;br /&gt;Sinto saudades suas também , saiba que torço muito, mas muito mesmo pela sua felicidade e que estarei sempre do seu lado o mais perto possivel pra não deixar tu esquecer de mim… e pra mim… se ta sim guardado num potinho… =D&lt;br /&gt;amo vc..&lt;br /&gt;bjs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-3084185831481729187?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/3084185831481729187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/08/tutu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3084185831481729187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3084185831481729187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/08/tutu.html' title='Tutu'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/SnrIxry6qzI/AAAAAAAAA_8/KyTDgR9QG38/s72-c/ATgAAACWgFOGVFpTk98HhqniqJyEpz4PWUgeqhWzO3soH6J4hf1ndXjLp7gzLzSyqH9xwIUwzXrP9gkTTpas88CtoiS1AJtU9VAtx_b0wuR--0j1FAtEFe-PdGN-ig-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468195136435318316.post-3694261922312187186</id><published>2009-08-06T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T04:45:36.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas da denise'/><title type='text'>de mim, pra mim mesma !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/Snq5x2nTZ4I/AAAAAAAAA_k/lnTz50U95AY/s1600-h/1+%2833%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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&lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Para muita gente a personalidade da pessoa é também uma questão de genética e eu aprendi a acreditar nisso depois de muito bater com a “cabeça” na parede.Ao falar de mim, falo também daqueles que tem total responsabilidade sobre o que me tornei hoje , a quem sou totalmente grata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Não sou muito parecida com a minha mãe, mas quero ser como ela quando for mãe.Já o meu pai … sou bem parecida, acho que essa pode ser uma das razões dos conflitos que todo pai e filho tem. A minha irmãzinha …aff… a pessoa que mais amo … Além dos meus amigos que contribuíram para que me tornasse essa pessoa: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;chata; desorganizada; consumista; fã das spice girls ( desde os 8 anos ); aquela que não come verduras e legumes; que adora uma festa ( principalmente aquelas intimas só com amigos); adora o curso que faz ( Relações Públicas); daquelas que se chamar no palco vai; que sempre grita e fala mais alto que você; que perdoa, mas nem sempre esquece; que deixa tudo pra fazer na última hora; que corre pra pegar o ônibus; come tudo com ketchup; que só compra e vê filme de terror; que quando quer, mostra que quer; que certas vezes faz planos malignos; que morre de medo de fantasma , et e assombração, mas adora ler Paulo Coelho; que prefere o mais dificil ( tudo que vem fácil, vai facil) ;que gazeta aulas ; que dá muito mais valor aos amigos do que a um garoto; que bebe; que dança o créu como uma Lady; passa horas na internet; tem vários e-mails; e ainda tem um orkut fake; que come hoje e depois ta se culpando; que se culpa por não ter dado “atenção” a certas pessoas que realmente mereciam; só ouve música alta; que por diversas vezes quando criança foi bater no quarto da mãe ;que se apaixona e desapaixona…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;nossa.. e muitas outras coisas que eu nem sei….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;mas que vai levar pra sempre as pessoas, que realmente foram importantes.. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468195136435318316-3694261922312187186?l=denisekapazi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/feeds/3694261922312187186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-mim-pra-mim-mesma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3694261922312187186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468195136435318316/posts/default/3694261922312187186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisekapazi.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-mim-pra-mim-mesma.html' title='de mim, pra mim mesma !'/><author><name>Denise Kapazi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15744567224145685727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4p48rpyoukg/TkHg6Fl2qzI/AAAAAAAACnQ/enpCMUfkhKE/s220/DENISE%2BKAPAZI%2B%25281%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73iB4gpssgA/Snq5x2nTZ4I/AAAAAAAAA_k/lnTz50U95AY/s72-c/1+%2833%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
