<?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-11069661</id><updated>2011-11-22T18:50:29.023-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[...O fantástico mundo de Babaloo...]</title><subtitle type='html'>Geminiano e filho do cerrado</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-114358469932365545</id><published>2006-03-28T19:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T19:24:59.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'> </title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/114358469932365545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=114358469932365545&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/114358469932365545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/114358469932365545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=' '/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111901772256614174</id><published>2005-06-17T11:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T11:17:04.256-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A bagagem do sábio</title><summary type='text'>Conta-se que no passado, um turista americanofoi à cidade do Cairo, no Egito com o objetivo devisitar um famoso sábio.O turista ficou surpreso ao ver que o sábio morava numquartinho muito simples e cheio de livros.As únicas peças de mobília eram uma cama, uma mesa e um banco.- Onde estão seus móveis? perguntou o turista.E o sábio, bem depressa, perguntou também:- E onde estão os seus?- Os meus? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111901772256614174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111901772256614174&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111901772256614174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111901772256614174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/06/bagagem-do-sbio.html' title='A bagagem do sábio'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111901650880410971</id><published>2005-06-17T10:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T11:02:26.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lição do fogo</title><summary type='text'>A Lição do fogoUm membro de um determinado grupo, ao qual prestava serviçosregularmente,sem nenhum aviso deixou de participar de suas atividades.Após algumas semanas, o líder daquele grupo decidiu visitá-lo. Era umanoite muito fria.O líder encontrou o homem em casa sozinho, sentado diante da lareira,onde ardia um fogo brilhante e acolhedor.Adivinhando a razão da visita, o homem deu as boas-vindas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111901650880410971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111901650880410971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111901650880410971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111901650880410971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/06/lio-do-fogo.html' title='Lição do fogo'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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type='text'>Talmud</title><summary type='text'>O Talmud é um livro onde se encontram condensados todos os depoimentos, ditados e frases pronunciadas pelos Rabinos através dos tempos.Há um que termina assim:"Cuida-te quando fazes chorar uma mulher, pois Deus conta as suas lágrimas.A mulher foi feita da costela do homem,não dos pés para ser pisada, nem da cabeça para ser superior, mas sim do lado para ser igual...debaixo do braço, para ser </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111816677351906430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111816677351906430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111816677351906430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111816677351906430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/06/talmud.html' title='Talmud'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111816468079528632</id><published>2005-06-07T14:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T14:22:48.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sutiã de silicone</title><summary type='text'>Usar sutiã de silicone é, de fato, propaganda enganosa.CONAR (Conselho de Auto-Regulamentação Publicitária)SEÇÃO V§ 2º - Alegações O anúncio não deverá conter informação de texto ou apresentação visual que direta ou indiretamente, por implicação, omissão, exagero ou ambigüidade, leve o Consumidor a engano quanto ao produto anunciado, quanto ao Anunciante ou seus concorrentes, nem tampouco quanto </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111816468079528632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111816468079528632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111816468079528632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111816468079528632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/06/suti-de-silicone.html' title='Sutiã de silicone'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111590302058992549</id><published>2005-05-12T10:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T14:20:22.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O MESTRE E O ESCORPIÃO</title><summary type='text'>  Um mestre orientalque viu que um escorpião estava se afogando decidiutirá-lo da água, mas quando o fez o escorpião o picou.Pela reação de dor, o mestre o soltou e o animal caiu de novo na água eestava se afogando de novo.O mestre tentou tirá-lo novamente e novamente o animal o picou.Alguém que estava observando se aproximou do mestre e lhe disse:"Desculpe-me masvocê é teimoso !Não entende que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111590302058992549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111590302058992549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111590302058992549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111590302058992549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/05/o-mestre-e-o-escorpio.html' title='O MESTRE E O ESCORPIÃO'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111538442444132179</id><published>2005-05-06T09:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T10:00:24.493-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Serviço secreto eficiente</title><summary type='text'>George Bush vai a um colégio de ensino fundamental para falar sobre a guerra.Após seu discurso, ele diz às crianças que podem perguntar qualquer coisa a ele.Um menino levanta a mão.Bush pergunta seu nome:- Meu nome é Bob.- E qual é a sua pergunta, Bob?- Tenho três perguntas.PrimeiraPor que os EUA invadiram o Iraque sem o apoio da ONU?SegundaPor que o senhor é presidente se Al Gore teve mais votos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111538442444132179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111538442444132179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111538442444132179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111538442444132179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/05/servio-secreto-eficiente.html' title='Serviço secreto eficiente'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111511545514972576</id><published>2005-05-03T07:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T18:23:09.040-03:00</updated><title type='text'>orkut</title><summary type='text'>A vida depois do ORKUT Clique na imagem para vê-la ampliadaBjos e abraços#RodBabaloo#</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111511545514972576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111511545514972576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111511545514972576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111511545514972576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/05/orkut.html' title='orkut'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111461245598691747</id><published>2005-04-27T11:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T11:36:09.383-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[dia de preguiça]</title><summary type='text'>[dia de preguiça]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111461245598691747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111461245598691747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111461245598691747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111461245598691747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/04/dia-de-preguia.html' title='[dia de preguiça]'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111437902608871443</id><published>2005-04-24T18:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T18:45:45.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[meu quarto]</title><summary type='text'>......luz apagada [preguiça mesmo de acender]...os cachorros da vizinhança latindo...alguém acabou de fechar a porta da cozinha... deve ser meu irmão pra fazer tanto barulho...ninguém no MSN pra teclar...na verdade to cansado de ficar teclando no MSN, só fico mesmo com os mais amigos...estou com fome...estou tão indeciso que não sei nem qual tipo de música quero escutar [no momento não estou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111437902608871443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111437902608871443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111437902608871443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111437902608871443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/04/meu-quarto.html' title='[meu quarto]'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111437233051487368</id><published>2005-04-24T16:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T16:41:06.482-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquiles</title><summary type='text'>Nascimento e juventude de AquilesIndependentemente da desagradável cena do "pomo da discórdia", o casamento de Peleu e Tétis não foi bem-sucedido. A deusa abandonava freqüentemente o marido para ficar no palácio de Nereu, seu pai, e matou os seis primeiros filhos ao tentar torná-los imortais. A técnica, segundo a lenda, era perigosa: Tétis mergulhava a criança recém-nascida no fogo para que os </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111437233051487368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111437233051487368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111437233051487368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111437233051487368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/04/aquiles.html' title='Aquiles'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111419116776641914</id><published>2005-04-22T14:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T14:35:08.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia...</title><summary type='text'>Um dia...(Mário Quintana)Um dia descobrimos que beijar uma pessoa para esquecer outra é bobagem. Você não só não esquece a outra pessoa como pensa muitomais nela.... Um dia nós percebemos que as mulheres tem instinto "caçador" e fazemqualquer homem sofrer...Um dia descobrimos que se apaixonar é inevitável...Um dia percebemos que as melhores provas de amor são as mais simples...Um dia percebemos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111419116776641914/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111419116776641914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111419116776641914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111419116776641914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/04/um-dia.html' title='Um dia...'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111383129851117998</id><published>2005-04-18T10:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T16:45:38.655-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A bunda dura - Arnaldo Jabor</title><summary type='text'>"Tenho horror a mulher perfeitinha. Sabe aquele tipo que faz escova toda manhã, tá sempre na moda e é tão sorridente que parece garota-propaganda de processo de clareamento dentário? E, só pra piorar, tem a bunda dura!!! Pois então, mulheres assim são um porre. Pior: são brochantes.Sou louco? Então tá, mas posso provar a minha tese. Quer ver?a. Escova toda manhã. A fulana acorda as seis da matina</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111383129851117998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111383129851117998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111383129851117998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111383129851117998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/04/bunda-dura-arnaldo-jabor.html' title='A bunda dura - Arnaldo Jabor'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111359100001613852</id><published>2005-04-15T15:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T15:50:00.016-03:00</updated><title type='text'>QPPNN</title><summary type='text'>EU SEI QUE VOCÊ CHEGOU AQUI PELO GOOGLE. QPPNN QUER DIZER "QUEM PERGUNTAR PÕE NO NICK". SIM, É MUITO INFAME. DE NADA.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111359100001613852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111359100001613852&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111359100001613852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111359100001613852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/04/qppnn.html' title='QPPNN'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111357039514837844</id><published>2005-04-15T10:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T10:07:55.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta portuguesa</title><summary type='text'>CARTA DE UMA MÃE PORTUGUESA A SEU FILHOQuerido filho,Te escrevo estas linhas para que saibas que estou viva. Te escrevo devagar porque sei que tu não consegues ler rápido.Bom, não vais mais reconhecer a casa quando vieres, porque a gente mudou.Finalmente enterramos seu avô. Encontramos o cadáver com esse negócio da mudança; estava no armário desde aquele dia que ganhou da gente brincando de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111357039514837844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111357039514837844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111357039514837844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111357039514837844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/04/carta-portuguesa.html' title='Carta portuguesa'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111356865886180870</id><published>2005-04-15T09:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T09:42:47.566-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o amendoim</title><summary type='text'>O AMENDOIM MALDITO Um rapaz vai com um amigo no estádio assistir um jogo de futebol.Como a casa da avó velhinha fica no caminho ele resolve dar uma passadinha para cumprimentá-la. Aproveitando a presença do neto, a velhinha pede para ele consertar um vazamento na pia da cozinha.Enquanto isso ela leva o amigo do neto para a sala e oferece-lhe uma bebida.Junto com o copo está um  pratinho de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111356865886180870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111356865886180870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111356865886180870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111356865886180870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/04/o-amendoim.html' title='o amendoim'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111336376331117107</id><published>2005-04-13T00:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T00:42:43.313-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperança é a última que morre...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111336376331117107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111336376331117107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111336376331117107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111336376331117107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/04/esperana-ltima-que-morre.html' title='Esperança é a última que morre...'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111336162328613673</id><published>2005-04-12T23:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T16:51:53.259-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un día en el paraíso</title><summary type='text'>Un día en el paraíso (Argentina - 2003)  Dirección: Juan Bautista Stagnaro  Guión: Eduardo Mignogna  Colaboración en el guión : Silvina Chague    Sinópsis:Un dibujante y pintor que no logra destacarse y se gana la vida, entre otras cosas, como fotógrafo de revistas de actualidad y una bella joven que llega a Buenos Aires desde el interior del país, para intentar triunfar como modelo y actriz, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111336162328613673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111336162328613673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111336162328613673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111336162328613673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/04/un-da-en-el-paraso.html' title='Un día en el paraíso'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111308148371209757</id><published>2005-04-09T18:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T16:50:30.845-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninjai [animação]</title><summary type='text'>Navegando em alguns sites... achei essa animação!Na minha opinião é nota 10!!!Pelo tipo do desenho, pelas paisagens, pelas falas, pela trilha sonora e pela história!Ninjai é um garoto ninja que não sabe quem ele é... Vagando sozinho encontra pessoas que ajudam e muitos inimigos... claaaaro, para poder existir as cenas de luta que são muuuito boas! São 12 capítulos.Língua: inglêsLocal onde </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111308148371209757/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111308148371209757&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111308148371209757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111308148371209757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/04/ninjai-animao.html' title='Ninjai [animação]'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111284508912830481</id><published>2005-04-07T00:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T16:53:22.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanji AMOR</title><summary type='text'> Leitura: aiTradução: amorDesejo muito para vocês...Para quem quiser aprender mais sobre os kanjis:[Aulas de Kanji]Bjos e abraços#RodBabaloo#</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111284508912830481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111284508912830481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111284508912830481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111284508912830481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/04/kanji-amor.html' title='Kanji AMOR'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111284233746210844</id><published>2005-04-06T23:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T16:58:23.998-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de semana [Hidro e Babado]</title><summary type='text'>aula de hidroterapia ugfFim de semana loucura!!!Sexta pra variar, trabalhei na Mormaii das cinco da tarde até meia noite e fui direto para casa, porque teria o fim de semana com aula de especialização da UGF do RJ. Aula especial de hidroterapia teórica e prática!Piscina com uma turma com quem você se relaciona super bem é ótimo! Mas na tentativa de diminuir nossa empolgação, a piscina que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111284233746210844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111284233746210844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111284233746210844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111284233746210844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/04/fim-de-semana-hidro-e-babado.html' title='Fim de semana [Hidro e Babado]'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8HGdN22IbyQ/RdS7NWUczFI/AAAAAAAAACs/eXO37Z70FAE/s72-c/babado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111263174227857134</id><published>2005-04-04T13:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T13:25:16.086-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus você</title><summary type='text'>Adeus você. Eu hoje vou pro lado de lá. Estou levando tudo de mim que é pra não ter razão pra chorar. Vê se te alimenta e não pensa que eu fui por não te amar. Cuida do teu pra que ninguém te jogue no chão. Procure dividir-se em alguém, procure-me em qualquer confusão. Levanta e te sustenta e não pensa que eu fui por não te amar. Quero ver você maior, meu bem. Pra que minha vida siga a diante. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111263174227857134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111263174227857134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111263174227857134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111263174227857134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/04/adeus-voc.html' title='Adeus você'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111262843692919783</id><published>2005-04-04T12:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T12:28:10.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'>segunda</title><summary type='text'>[...segunda...]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111262843692919783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111262843692919783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111262843692919783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111262843692919783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/04/segunda.html' title='segunda'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111220764898943268</id><published>2005-03-30T15:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T16:37:14.815-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Água-viva</title><summary type='text'>"Os celenterados são também chamados cnidários. A água-viva, a caravela, a hidra e os corais são alguns exemplos de celenterados. Eles são aquáticos e vivem principalmente no mar.            A água-viva e a caravela têm vida livre e são levados pelas ondas. Os corais, a hidra e a actínia (anêmona-do-mar) vivem presos a um suporte, por exemplo, no fundo do mar ou sobre rochas.              Todos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111220764898943268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111220764898943268&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111220764898943268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111220764898943268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/gua-viva.html' title='Água-viva'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111220378619236684</id><published>2005-03-30T14:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T14:50:16.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vício em celular</title><summary type='text'> pessoas que realmente não conseguem ficar longe do celular!Celular: necessidade ou vício?Eu já me peguei muitas vezes voltando para casa, por ter esquecido o celular em casa e ainda estar a algumas quadras de distância de casa...Esperando algum telefonema importante? Era dia do meu aniversário? Proposta de emprego? Nenhuma das alternativas anteriores. Simplesmente pelo fato de querer carregá-lo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111220378619236684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111220378619236684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111220378619236684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111220378619236684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/vcio-em-celular.html' title='Vício em celular'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111219980120558081</id><published>2005-03-30T13:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T14:32:42.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rádio ao vivo</title><summary type='text'>Rádio ao vivoLocutor: Quem fala?- Ouvinte: É o Vicente.- Locutor: De onde, Vicente?- Ouvinte: Lapa!- Locutor: Olha aí, Vicente da Lapa! Valendo o kit com camiseta, boné e CD exclusivo. Presta atenção!Qual é o país que tem duas sílabas e se come a metade? Prestou bem atenção? Há um país com 2 sílabas e 1 delas é muito bom para se comer. Dez segundos para responder...- Ouvinte: CUBA!- Locutor: (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111219980120558081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111219980120558081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111219980120558081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111219980120558081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/rdio-ao-vivo.html' title='Rádio ao vivo'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111219880839861957</id><published>2005-03-30T13:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T13:08:11.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas da língua portuguesa</title><summary type='text'>Coisas da língua portuguesa:Alguns exemplos:Cão= melhor amigo do homemCadela= putaVagabundo= homem que não trabalhaVagabunda= putaTouro= homem forteVaca= putaPistoleiro= homem que mata pessoas ou bom de mira.Pistoleira= putaAventureiro= homem que se arrisca, viajante, desbravadorAventureira= putaGaroto de rua= menino pobre, que vive na ruaGarota de rua= putaHomem da vida= pessoa letrada pela </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111219880839861957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111219880839861957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111219880839861957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111219880839861957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/coisas-da-lngua-portuguesa.html' title='Coisas da língua portuguesa'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111219822989447892</id><published>2005-03-30T12:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T12:59:29.563-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Manual da bebida</title><summary type='text'>Manual prático de como agir quando se bebeu demaisSINTOMA: Pés frios e úmidos.CAUSA: Você está segurando o copo pelo lado errado.SOLUÇÃO: Gire o copo até que a parte aberta esteja virada para cima..SINTOMA: Pés quentes e úmidos.CAUSA: Você fez xixi.SOLUÇÃO: Vá se secar no banheiro mais próximo.SINTOMA: A parede a sua frente está cheia de luzes.CAUSA: Você caiu de costas no chão.SOLUÇÃO: Coloque </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111219822989447892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111219822989447892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111219822989447892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111219822989447892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/manual-da-bebida.html' title='Manual da bebida'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111211020348925786</id><published>2005-03-29T12:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T12:35:57.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a dor</title><summary type='text'>"A dor é inevitável.O sofrimento é opcional" ( Carlos Drummond de Andrade)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111211020348925786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111211020348925786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111211020348925786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111211020348925786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/dor.html' title='a dor'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111210053949820345</id><published>2005-03-29T09:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T16:35:51.363-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cachorro na janela</title><summary type='text'>Dirigindo pelas ruas de Brasília ontem, vi uma cena comum, mas que sempre me deixou curioso: deixar o cachorro com a cabeça do lado de fora da janela com o carro em movimento, faz mal?Na internet tinha a resposta:- Não permita que seu cão ponha a cabeça para fora da janela enquanto o carro estiver se movendo — ele pode adorar o vento em sua face, mas pode entrar alguma coisa nos seus olhos e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111210053949820345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111210053949820345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111210053949820345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111210053949820345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/cachorro-na-janela.html' title='Cachorro na janela'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111202742500590581</id><published>2005-03-28T13:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T13:33:12.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Páscoa</title><summary type='text'>Páscoa:do Lat. pascha &lt; Gr. páscha &lt; Hebr. pesakh, passagems. f., festa anual que os Judeus celebravam em memória da sua saída do Egipto;festa anual que os Cristãos celebram em memória da ressurreição de Cristo;fam., pessoa garrida e alegre. Para os cristãos tem o sentido de vida nova, ressurreição vivida por Jesus Cristo. O dia deve ser de confraternização com os familiares, paz, harmonia e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111202742500590581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111202742500590581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111202742500590581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111202742500590581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/pscoa.html' title='Páscoa'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111168597486054598</id><published>2005-03-24T14:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T16:34:49.934-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Size Me</title><summary type='text'>Super Size Me - A Dieta do Palhaço (Super Size Me , 2004).Origem: EUA Direção: Morgan Spurlock Gênero: Documentário; Duração: 98 min.Elenco: Morgan Spurlock; Dr. Daryl Isaacs.Neste documentário, o cineasta Morgan Spurlock resolveu ser a cobaia para o tema de sua produção, sobre a indústria da comida fast food nos EUA. Comendo, rigorosamente, somente alimentos de uma lanchonete fast food famosa no</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111168597486054598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111168597486054598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111168597486054598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111168597486054598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/super-size-me.html' title='Super Size Me'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111159280883036649</id><published>2005-03-23T12:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T16:32:24.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciclo da Vida</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111159280883036649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111159280883036649&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111159280883036649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111159280883036649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/ciclo-da-vida.html' title='Ciclo da Vida'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8HGdN22IbyQ/RdS1LWUczEI/AAAAAAAAACc/t2qO8zgEYLU/s72-c/ciclodavida0of.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111158694680109258</id><published>2005-03-23T11:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T16:20:49.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Literatura de Cordel</title><summary type='text'>A literatura de cordel é assim chamada pela forma como são vendidos os folhetos, dependurados em barbantes (cordão), nas feiras, mercados, praças e bancas de jornal, principalmente das cidades do interior e nos subúrbios das grandes cidades. Essa denominação foi dada pelos intelectuais e é como aparece em alguns dicionários. O povo se refere à literatura de cordel apenas como folheto. A tradição </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111158694680109258/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111158694680109258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111158694680109258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111158694680109258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/literatura-de-cordel.html' title='Literatura de Cordel'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111150763782883183</id><published>2005-03-22T12:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T16:19:25.561-03:00</updated><title type='text'>1 minuto de cultura</title><summary type='text'>"O Festival do Minuto VIVO é permanente.Você faz seu vídeo-minuto, e se ele for selecionado será inserido imediatamente no site.O tema do Festival Mundial é CONTROL, ALT, DEL. O tema dos Festivais Regionais é CORPO. Se você não gostou de nenhum destes temas, poderá fazer um vídeo com tema LIVRE.O formato Minuto foi roubado da publicidade, mas aqui não se vende sabonete. A única regra é não passar</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111150763782883183/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111150763782883183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111150763782883183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111150763782883183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/1-minuto-de-cultura.html' title='1 minuto de cultura'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111150440453186409</id><published>2005-03-22T12:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T16:18:17.312-03:00</updated><title type='text'>INFRAERO</title><summary type='text'>No site da INFRAERO você pode checar os horários de chegada dos vôos!Muito útil... melhor que ligar de 15 em 15 minutos para o aeroporto para saber previsão de chegada de algum amigo, familiar ou do ser amado...[INFRAERO]Boas viagens!#RodBabaloo#</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.infraero.gov.br/pls/sivnet/voo_top3v.ini?p_cd_aeroporto_ini=SBBR&amp;p_cd_opcao=chegadas' title='INFRAERO'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111150440453186409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111150440453186409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111150440453186409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111150440453186409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/infraero.html' title='INFRAERO'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111147174548735261</id><published>2005-03-22T03:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T16:17:01.428-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fisioterapia</title><summary type='text'>Acabei de ver o resultado da prova da polícia civil...Não foi dessa vez!Mas nem tudo está perdido, agora vai ter um novo desafio:REDE SARAHConfira o edital    do processo seletivo ao cargo de fisioterapeuta. As inscrições encerram no dia 1º de abrilMais um concurso para estudar muito! Quem sabe não é dessa vez...No correioweb tem todos os  concursos que estão e estarão acontecendo... Não deixe de</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111147174548735261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111147174548735261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111147174548735261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111147174548735261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/fisioterapia.html' title='Fisioterapia'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111147104082779279</id><published>2005-03-22T02:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T16:15:51.456-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsunami</title><summary type='text'>maremotodo Lat. mare + motu, movimentos. m., nome que se dá a um sismo quando o epicentro se situa numa zona oceânica, produzindo-se ondas enormes, que se propagam a grandes distâncias, destruindo tudo no seu raio de acção;tremor de mar.Vídeos Tsunami:Clique aquiGalera, uma boa semana a todos!!!Bjos e abraços#RodBabaloo#</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111147104082779279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111147104082779279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111147104082779279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111147104082779279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/tsunami.html' title='Tsunami'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8HGdN22IbyQ/RdSxMmUczCI/AAAAAAAAACI/JOfbGIjJq-M/s72-c/Tsunami-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111143023756786524</id><published>2005-03-21T15:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T16:10:38.728-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A verdade está lá fora?</title><summary type='text'>Você acredita em vida fora da terra?Acredita em discos voadores?Você acha o E.T. um bichinho engraçadinho?Hoje eu estava navegando num site sobre coisas alieníginas e muito mais coisas interessantes! Revista Ufo Acabei lendo também todo o caso sobre o  ET de Varginha!Muito interessante mesmo...Depois de navegar pelo site, me responda:Nossa mente é muito fértil, ou será que a verdade está mesmo lá</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111143023756786524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111143023756786524&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111143023756786524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111143023756786524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/verdade-est-l-fora.html' title='A verdade está lá fora?'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8HGdN22IbyQ/RdSv2GUczBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uV6s8tN2Hpc/s72-c/ufo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111120503123248337</id><published>2005-03-19T00:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T16:00:23.482-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um dia...</title><summary type='text'>Mais um dia se foi...Acabei de chegar em casa... trabalhei na Mormaii hoje das 5 até meia noite.Vim para casa ouvindo Babado Novo, cd ao vivo.Amanhã as 8 tenho aula da especialização. Ortopedia e traumatologia pela Universidade Gama Filho do RJ. Saio da aula e vou direto pra Mormaii e fico de novo até meia noite. Domingo mais aula, prova e novamente Mormaii.Acho que segunda de manhã vou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111120503123248337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111120503123248337&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111120503123248337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111120503123248337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/mais-um-dia.html' title='Mais um dia...'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111117028804578654</id><published>2005-03-18T15:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T15:55:11.359-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Marley</title><summary type='text'>[Bob Marley]Letras e Cifras: [BOB MARLEY]#Rodrigo Babaloo#</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111117028804578654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111117028804578654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111117028804578654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111117028804578654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/bob-marley.html' title='Bob Marley'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111116879500421393</id><published>2005-03-18T14:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T15:50:27.729-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ana de Biase</title><summary type='text'>[Ana de Biase]Para ver as fotos, clique aqui: [Ana de Biase]#Rodrigo Babaloo#</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111116879500421393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111116879500421393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111116879500421393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111116879500421393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/ana-de-biase.html' title='Ana de Biase'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111116406431476715</id><published>2005-03-18T13:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T03:05:44.820-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Brasil</title><summary type='text'>Bandeira Natural"Mas, se ergues da justiça a clava forte,Verás que um filho teu não foge à luta,Nem teme, quem te adora, a própria morte." [Hino Nacional Completo]#RodBabaloo#</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111116406431476715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111116406431476715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111116406431476715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111116406431476715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/brasil.html' title='Brasil'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111112596491542382</id><published>2005-03-18T03:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T15:37:18.238-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TUBARÃO</title><summary type='text'>O que faz do tubarão o mais temido predador do planeta? Além do tamanho - que pode chegar a 12 metros de comprimento -, esse animal possui mandíbulas fortíssimas, capazes de exercer pressão de até 140 quilos por centímetro quadrado. Ele também é extremamente ágil, graças ao esqueleto leve e flexível, feito de cartilagem. Achar comida também não é difícil para ele, graças a seus sete sentidos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111112596491542382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111112596491542382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111112596491542382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111112596491542382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/tubaro.html' title='TUBARÃO'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8HGdN22IbyQ/RdSoRGUcy-I/AAAAAAAAABY/yBDpSLbrbS0/s72-c/Jumpingshark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111112371705381076</id><published>2005-03-18T02:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T15:34:44.229-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Musashi</title><summary type='text'>  "Este romance narra um período da vida do mais famoso samurai do Japão, que viveu presumivelmente entre 1584 e 1645. O início é antológico: Musashi recupera os sentidos em meio a pilhas de cadáveres do lado dos vencidos na famosa batalha de Sekigahara. Perambula a seguir em meio a um Japão em crise onde samurais condenados ao desemprego e à miséria por senhores feudais desbaratados semeiam a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111112371705381076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111112371705381076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111112371705381076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111112371705381076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/musashi.html' title='Musashi'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8HGdN22IbyQ/RdSnt2Ucy9I/AAAAAAAAABM/E4E_mFRMsr4/s72-c/musashi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111112070958764222</id><published>2005-03-18T01:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T01:38:29.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DICIONÁRIO DO SEMI-ANALFABETO</title><summary type='text'>Pressupor - colocar preço em alguma coisa Missão - culto religioso com mais de três horas de duração Padrão - padre muito alto Barracão - proibe a entrada de caninos Ministério - aparelho de som de dimensões muito reduzidas Edifício - antônimo de "é fácil" Detergente - ato de prender seres humanos Armarinho - vento proveniente do mar Eficiência - estudo das propriedades da letra F Conversão - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111112070958764222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111112070958764222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111112070958764222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111112070958764222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/dicionrio-do-semi-analfabeto.html' title='DICIONÁRIO DO SEMI-ANALFABETO'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111064029086114685</id><published>2005-03-12T11:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T15:30:59.407-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de semana</title><summary type='text'>Sábado 12 de Março de 2004Hoje começo oficialmente a trabalhar na Mormaii do Pontão.Meu horário hoje é de 4 da tarde até fechar a loja (meia-noite).Muita ralação, mas muito bom!Já estive na Mormaii hoje de manhã. Fui dar uma olhada na Competição de Travessia do lago. Não estava tão cheio quanto esperado, mas o evento foi bom. Muita gente participando, inclusive a galera da pipoca (aqueles que não</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111064029086114685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111064029086114685&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111064029086114685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111064029086114685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/fim-de-semana.html' title='Fim de semana'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8HGdN22IbyQ/RdSmJGUcy6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/r9y1y1AWj2Q/s72-c/mormaii.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-111055008096286034</id><published>2005-03-11T10:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T15:20:15.369-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mormaii</title><summary type='text'>Esta semana fiz minha entrevista e estou fazendo o treinamento na Mormaii do Pontão do Lago Sul.Espero já estar atendendo no sábado... depende do meu desempenho hoje.Vamos ver no que dá!Para rir um pouco:[ Pegadinha do elevador ]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/111055008096286034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=111055008096286034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111055008096286034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/111055008096286034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/mormaii.html' title='Mormaii'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-110995651430458164</id><published>2005-03-04T14:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T11:41:06.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Liga</title><summary type='text'>Me Liga -  Versão Ivete Sangalo (Paralamas do Sucesso)Intro: C G/B F7M Bb7(9) C G/B F7M/A Fm7/Ab         C/G F#7(b5) F7M Ab/Bb C G/B F7M Bb7(9)C  G/B F7M         Bb7(9)   C      G/B F7MEu sei, jogos de amor são pra se jogar          Bb7(9)  C          G/BAh por favor não vem me explicar       F7M/A Fm7/Ab       C/G F#7(b5) F7M Ab/BbO que eu já sei, e o que eu não seiO nosso jogo não tem regras </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/110995651430458164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=110995651430458164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/110995651430458164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/110995651430458164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/me-liga.html' title='Me Liga'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-110995626420794253</id><published>2005-03-04T14:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T14:11:04.210-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Abre essas pernas - Velhas Virgens</title><summary type='text'>Abre essas pernas - Velhas VirgensGaby gatona da minha vida, essa música, com todo o respeito, eu dedico à você!Lembrando aquele dia que você e a Jaque cantaram na Praia da Lagoinha!!!Boas lembranças do verão...A7 Abre essas pernas pra mim, baby  Tô cansado de esperar  Você dá pra todo mundo  Só pra mim que você não quer dar  D7(9) Esse papo de pele e química  Não tem nada a ver  A7 Não é filme, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/110995626420794253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=110995626420794253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/110995626420794253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/110995626420794253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/abre-essas-pernas-velhas-virgens.html' title='Abre essas pernas - Velhas Virgens'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-110994221183503109</id><published>2005-03-04T10:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T10:17:37.066-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sorriso</title><summary type='text'>"Um sorriso expressa,o que muitas palavras não dizem."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/110994221183503109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=110994221183503109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/110994221183503109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/110994221183503109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/um-sorriso.html' title='Um sorriso'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-110994211350795202</id><published>2005-03-04T10:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T10:15:13.510-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais Uma Vez - Jota Quest</title><summary type='text'>Mais Uma Vez - Jota Quest(Bb  F  Gm  Eb)(Bb F 6:-1--2--3- , Gm , Eb)Yehhhhh ... uhaihaeiuea , yehh yehh!!!  Te tenho com a certeza de que você pode ir Te amo com a certeza de que irá voltar Pra gente ser feliz você surgiu e juntos conseguimos ir mais longe você dividiu comigo a sua história e me ajudou a contruir a minha Hoje mais do que nunca somos dois A nossa liberdade é oque nos prende Viva </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/110994211350795202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=110994211350795202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/110994211350795202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/110994211350795202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/mais-uma-vez-jota-quest.html' title='Mais Uma Vez - Jota Quest'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-110988551432452530</id><published>2005-03-03T18:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T18:31:54.330-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Metade - Oswaldo Montenegro</title><summary type='text'>Metade - Oswaldo MontenegroQue a força do medo que tenho não me impeça de ver o que anseio.Que a morte de tudo em que acredito não me tape os ouvidos e a boca.Porque metade de mim é o que eu grito, mas a outra metade é silêncio.Que a música que eu ouço ao longe seja linda, ainda que tristeza.Que a mulher que eu amo seja pra sempre amada, mesmo que distante.Porque metade de mim é partida mas a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/110988551432452530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=110988551432452530&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/110988551432452530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/110988551432452530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/metade-oswaldo-montenegro.html' title='Metade - Oswaldo Montenegro'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-110988464251169622</id><published>2005-03-03T18:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T18:17:22.516-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Santeria - Sublime</title><summary type='text'>Santeria - SublimeIntro:E Ab Dbm B             E                        Ab                I don't practice santeria I ain't got no crystal ball     Dbm                            BI had a million dollars but I'd, I'd spend it all     E                                 AbIf I could find that Heina and that Sancho she's found            Dbm                      B Well I'd pop a cap in Sancho and I'd</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/110988464251169622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=110988464251169622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/110988464251169622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/110988464251169622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/santeria-sublime.html' title='Santeria - Sublime'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-110987576740292783</id><published>2005-03-03T15:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T15:49:27.406-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Redemption Song - Bob Marley</title><summary type='text'>Redemption Song - Bob MarleyG                      Em7Old Pirates, yes, they rob I.    C         G/B             AmSold I to the merchant shipsG                      Em  C         G/B       Amminutes after they took I   from the bottomless pit.       G            Em7But my hand was made strongC           G/B          AmBy the hand of the Almighty.     G                  Em   C          DWe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/110987576740292783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=110987576740292783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/110987576740292783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/110987576740292783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/redemption-song-bob-marley.html' title='Redemption Song - Bob Marley'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-110987541350290230</id><published>2005-03-03T15:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T15:46:15.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Times Like These - Jack Johnson</title><summary type='text'>Times Like These - Jack Johnson(B)(A E)in times like these in times like those what will be will be and so it goes and it always goes on and on and on and on it goes (F# B)and theres always been laughing, crying, birth, and dying boys and girls with hearts that take and give and break and heal and grow and recreate and raise and nurture but then hurt from time to (A E)times like these and times </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/110987541350290230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=110987541350290230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/110987541350290230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/110987541350290230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/times-like-these-jack-johnson.html' title='Times Like These - Jack Johnson'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-110987489139543168</id><published>2005-03-03T15:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T15:34:51.396-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Free - Donavon Frankenreiter</title><summary type='text'>Free - Donavon Frankenreiter( G Em C Am ) We could let this love be the fading sky We could drift all night until the new sun rise Pass me a drink or maybe two One for me and one for you And we'll be  ( G F C ) Free, Free Free, Free  ( G Em C Am ) Here comes corner winds and the changing' tide We better drop them sails and get inside When will the weather ever let us go I guess we'll have to wait</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/110987489139543168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=110987489139543168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/110987489139543168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/110987489139543168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/free-donavon-frankenreiter.html' title='Free - Donavon Frankenreiter'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-110987477205055096</id><published>2005-03-03T15:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T15:32:52.053-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Steal my kisses - Ben Harper</title><summary type='text'>Steal my kisses - Ben HarperIntro: G Am7 A#m7 Bm7 Am7 G  (Bis)verse:--------G                     Am7        A#m7 Bm7               Am7                G  I put into Nashville, Tennessee, but  you wouldn't even come around to see me    G                           Am7  A#m7    Bm7                           Am7  G And since your headin up to Carolina,    You know I gonna be right there behind you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/110987477205055096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=110987477205055096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/110987477205055096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/110987477205055096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/steal-my-kisses-ben-harper.html' title='Steal my kisses - Ben Harper'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-110978477053225193</id><published>2005-03-02T14:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T15:13:21.012-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gêmeos</title><summary type='text'>Gêmeos é o signo cujo simbolismo expressa a dualidade, a troca e a complementação dos opostos. Simboliza a reunião dos extremos, ligando-os numa só linguagem, numa só realidade, numa única comunicação.A reunião de duas naturezas antagônicas e contraditórias, refletindo uma na outra. É a compreensão de que a superação da dualidade, o equilíbrio dos opostos, vem através de um grande abraço, de uma </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/110978477053225193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=110978477053225193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/110978477053225193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/110978477053225193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/gmeos.html' title='Gêmeos'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8HGdN22IbyQ/RdSiuWUcy4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6xc7xA8fv7o/s72-c/geminis.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-110972924699617503</id><published>2005-03-01T23:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T23:07:26.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Branco - Geraldo Azevedo</title><summary type='text'>Se você vier pro que der e vier comigo  Eu te prometo o sol, se hoje o sol sair  ou a chuva  Se a chuva cair  Se voc vier até onde a gente chegar  Numa praia na beira do mar  Um pedaço de qualquer lugar  Neste dia branco se branco ele for  Esse tanto, esse tão grande amor,  Se você quiser e vier pro que der e vier comigo   Se branco ele for  Esse tanto, esse tanto, esse esse tanto  Esse tão </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/110972924699617503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=110972924699617503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/110972924699617503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/110972924699617503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/dia-branco-geraldo-azevedo.html' title='Dia Branco - Geraldo Azevedo'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-110972823752789769</id><published>2005-03-01T22:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T16:12:08.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem nunca?</title><summary type='text'>Quem é que nunca teve um Marcelo, um Felipe, um Rafael, um Júlio ou um Alexandre na vida? Tudo bem, pode ser uma Juliana, uma Ana, uma Patrícia ou uma Aline... Paquerar é bom, mas chega uma hora que cansa! Cansa na hora que você percebe que ter 10 pessoas ao mesmo tempo é o mesmo que não ter nenhuma, e ter apenas uma, é o mesmo que possuir 10 ao mesmo tempo! A "fila" anda, a coleção de "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/110972823752789769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=110972823752789769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/110972823752789769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/110972823752789769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/03/quem-nunca.html' title='Quem nunca?'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11069661.post-110930979115229563</id><published>2005-02-25T02:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T02:36:31.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O início... ou não?</title><summary type='text'>Tanta gente com orkut, MSN, fotolog, blogs...  Resolvi fazer um teste...  Talvez funcione, talvez eu me divirta... ou não!  Fiquem a vontade e sejam bem-vindos!  #RodrigoBabaloo#</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/feeds/110930979115229563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11069661&amp;postID=110930979115229563&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/110930979115229563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11069661/posts/default/110930979115229563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodbabaloo.blogspot.com/2005/02/o-incio-ou-no.html' title='O início... ou não?'/><author><name>Rabiscado</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/127/rodrigosungafotobybrunopr8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
