<?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-8542639140232454211</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:54:33.279-02:00</updated><category term='fim'/><category term='fogo'/><category term='firefox'/><category term='casa'/><category term='infância'/><category term='autarquia'/><category term='carta'/><category term='chão'/><category term='solidão'/><category term='serviço público'/><category term='volta'/><category term='coelho'/><category term='alice'/><category term='branco'/><category term='incubus'/><category term='início'/><category term='estágio'/><category term='padrasto'/><category term='amor'/><title type='text'>Alice e as maravilhas do mundo moderno</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicenomundomoderno.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8542639140232454211/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicenomundomoderno.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ALICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06123739495719226563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pc5Wirim4wk/SNZlrknds7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/xDveeJMKi0o/S220/205054.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542639140232454211.post-7706541410568869694</id><published>2008-11-12T11:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:26:43.350-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fogo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Da cor do fogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pc5Wirim4wk/SRrnfAzP8HI/AAAAAAAAAB4/53UWJFEXKo8/s1600-h/Estuans_Interius_Ira_Vehementi_by_MattTheSamurai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267777234140131442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pc5Wirim4wk/SRrnfAzP8HI/AAAAAAAAAB4/53UWJFEXKo8/s320/Estuans_Interius_Ira_Vehementi_by_MattTheSamurai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Digamos que ela aparece assim, meio cambaleante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estava alegre depois de umas cervejas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Veio até mim, ainda meio cismada e ciumenta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tive que abraçá-la. Era irresistível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Digamos que, depois, ela percebeu que eu não oferecia riscos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E, no meu colo, adormeu em meio a carinhos no cabelo cor de fogo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E nos dias que se seguiram olhos tímidos se procuraram e se esconderam em meio a sorrisos, carinhos escondidos e declarações.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alices, segundo o Kid Abelha, não deveriam mais escrever cartas de amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom, a Alice daqui, teimosa como só ela, sabe que está correndo um grande risco...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...mas não resistiu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8542639140232454211-7706541410568869694?l=alicenomundomoderno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicenomundomoderno.blogspot.com/feeds/7706541410568869694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8542639140232454211&amp;postID=7706541410568869694' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8542639140232454211/posts/default/7706541410568869694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8542639140232454211/posts/default/7706541410568869694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicenomundomoderno.blogspot.com/2008/11/da-cor-do-fogo.html' title='Da cor do fogo'/><author><name>ALICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06123739495719226563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pc5Wirim4wk/SNZlrknds7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/xDveeJMKi0o/S220/205054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pc5Wirim4wk/SRrnfAzP8HI/AAAAAAAAAB4/53UWJFEXKo8/s72-c/Estuans_Interius_Ira_Vehementi_by_MattTheSamurai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542639140232454211.post-4341011671072396040</id><published>2008-10-09T19:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:06:32.574-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solidão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incubus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fim'/><title type='text'>O fim, a confusa pausa e o recomeço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pc5Wirim4wk/SO6OWAuqijI/AAAAAAAAABo/s4ZyzFgj8Hk/s1600-h/alice_in_wonderland_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pc5Wirim4wk/SO6OWAuqijI/AAAAAAAAABo/s4ZyzFgj8Hk/s320/alice_in_wonderland_06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255294323991939634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdida entre os pratos da minha pia que imploram para serem lavados, percebi que hoje a ficha caiu e o sofrimento chegou.&lt;br /&gt;Eu percebi que o que aconteceu sexta me afetou. Mas só me dei conta do quanto hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Percebi que aquele sorriso que me recebeu e me aturou por horas na segunda estava na minha cabeça por causa de &lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/incubus/here-in-my-room-%28traducao%29.html"&gt;Here in my room&lt;/a&gt; do Incubus.&lt;br /&gt;Percebi que rolou um clima na quarta que eu não sei se foi clima e não sei se quero saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percebi que me sinto sem chão e por isso não consigo dar um passo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpem a ausência de alguém que está ausente também de alma, nesse momento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8542639140232454211-4341011671072396040?l=alicenomundomoderno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicenomundomoderno.blogspot.com/feeds/4341011671072396040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8542639140232454211&amp;postID=4341011671072396040' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8542639140232454211/posts/default/4341011671072396040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8542639140232454211/posts/default/4341011671072396040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicenomundomoderno.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-fim-confusa-pausa-e-o-recomeo.html' title='O fim, a confusa pausa e o recomeço'/><author><name>ALICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06123739495719226563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pc5Wirim4wk/SNZlrknds7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/xDveeJMKi0o/S220/205054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pc5Wirim4wk/SO6OWAuqijI/AAAAAAAAABo/s4ZyzFgj8Hk/s72-c/alice_in_wonderland_06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542639140232454211.post-4054487077901904194</id><published>2008-09-24T10:19:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:28:11.475-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firefox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estágio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autarquia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serviço público'/><title type='text'>Serviço Público - e de estagiário</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pc5Wirim4wk/SNo_11y07WI/AAAAAAAAABg/jjnpoaZEBNE/s1600-h/200524786-012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249578509859614050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pc5Wirim4wk/SNo_11y07WI/AAAAAAAAABg/jjnpoaZEBNE/s320/200524786-012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinceramente, não sei o que é pior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No meu estágio - em uma autarquia pública - aprendi que se você falta trabalho, ninguém faz a sua parte. Nem o estagiário da tarde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É trabalho que se acumula o tempo inteiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aprendi também que as empresas nunca mandam as notas fiscais e os recibos do jeito que a gente precisa. E quando você liga pedindo - educadamente - a parte que está faltando, recebe três gritos, no mínimo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de 3 dias sem internet ligando insistentemente pra galera que coordena tudo isso, descobri que eu sou a única pessoa nesse lugar no mundo que não conseguia acessar nem o sistema para lançar pedidos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É, demoraram 3 dias pra me dizer isso e os mesmos 3 dias para mandar alguém na minha sala verificar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se bem que o cara só me ligou dizendo que vinha quando um outro já havia resolvido o problema POR TELEFONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso mesmo, telefone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo isso porque eu fiquei meia hora na linha dizendo que aquilo era um absurdo, que eu tinha trabalho acumulado de 3 dias porque não conseguia entrar na internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resultado? Passaram pro chefão que me mandou clicar aqui e ali e... MILAGRE, o IE se mostrou abertinho pra mim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maravilhas do mundo moderno, não?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desejo do dia: Quero acesso de &lt;em&gt;admin &lt;/em&gt;para instalar o Firefox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8542639140232454211-4054487077901904194?l=alicenomundomoderno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicenomundomoderno.blogspot.com/feeds/4054487077901904194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8542639140232454211&amp;postID=4054487077901904194' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8542639140232454211/posts/default/4054487077901904194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8542639140232454211/posts/default/4054487077901904194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicenomundomoderno.blogspot.com/2008/09/servio-pblico-e-de-estagirio.html' title='Serviço Público - e de estagiário'/><author><name>ALICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06123739495719226563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pc5Wirim4wk/SNZlrknds7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/xDveeJMKi0o/S220/205054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pc5Wirim4wk/SNo_11y07WI/AAAAAAAAABg/jjnpoaZEBNE/s72-c/200524786-012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542639140232454211.post-7635690379824294822</id><published>2008-09-22T21:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:28:20.983-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infância'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='branco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coelho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='padrasto'/><title type='text'>Sobre coelhos brancos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pc5Wirim4wk/SNg4DplI6WI/AAAAAAAAABY/olaxg90g3sI/s1600-h/2007home.alice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pc5Wirim4wk/SNg4DplI6WI/AAAAAAAAABY/olaxg90g3sI/s320/2007home.alice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249007001052703074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estive pensando sobre quais seriam meus coelhos brancos.&lt;br /&gt;Aí cheguei a conclusão que meus coelhos brancos estão super distantes.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que tenho medo de coelhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu era tiquenininha assim do tamanho de um botão de rosa, meu padrasto me deu um coelho.&lt;br /&gt;Ele era branco e eu achava ele o máximo.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os meus amiguinhos me ajudaram a cuidar, deram cenoura na boca dele e etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que lembro disso, tenho a sensação que durou ANOS. Tá, exagero, mas pelo menos parece que foi um mês...&lt;br /&gt;Aí me dou conta que tudo isso durou nada mais nada menos que... UM DIA.&lt;br /&gt;rs.&lt;br /&gt;Isso mesmo, um dia.&lt;br /&gt;Tive um coelho por um dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O motivo?&lt;br /&gt;Quando cheguei em casa, sem meus amiguinhos e vi o coelho de um lado pro outro, morri de medo e fiquei em cima do sofá até alguém sumir com ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu afaste meus coelhos brancos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8542639140232454211-7635690379824294822?l=alicenomundomoderno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicenomundomoderno.blogspot.com/feeds/7635690379824294822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8542639140232454211&amp;postID=7635690379824294822' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8542639140232454211/posts/default/7635690379824294822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8542639140232454211/posts/default/7635690379824294822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicenomundomoderno.blogspot.com/2008/09/sobre-coelhos-brancos.html' title='Sobre coelhos brancos'/><author><name>ALICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06123739495719226563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pc5Wirim4wk/SNZlrknds7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/xDveeJMKi0o/S220/205054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pc5Wirim4wk/SNg4DplI6WI/AAAAAAAAABY/olaxg90g3sI/s72-c/2007home.alice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8542639140232454211.post-4961347706485064361</id><published>2008-09-21T12:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T12:24:08.464-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='início'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casa'/><title type='text'>A volta para casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pc5Wirim4wk/SNZnBU7qRRI/AAAAAAAAABM/tXrqoHzUtVs/s1600-h/Alice_in_Wonderland_by_behindinfinity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pc5Wirim4wk/SNZnBU7qRRI/AAAAAAAAABM/tXrqoHzUtVs/s320/Alice_in_Wonderland_by_behindinfinity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248495688243365138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que é bem típico de uma Alice começar pelo fim.&lt;br /&gt;A Alice daqui começa a sua história assim: finalizando duas outras ou simplesmente convertendo-as em uma só:&lt;br /&gt;ESTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta aqui que lhe apresenta um mundo de cabeça pro ar, muitas vezes comprido - verde ou vermelho? - entre paredes apertadas demais, sem ar. Entre aparelhos que não sabe usar ou panes de computadores que não conseguem entendê-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente, o meu lugar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8542639140232454211-4961347706485064361?l=alicenomundomoderno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alicenomundomoderno.blogspot.com/feeds/4961347706485064361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8542639140232454211&amp;postID=4961347706485064361' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8542639140232454211/posts/default/4961347706485064361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8542639140232454211/posts/default/4961347706485064361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alicenomundomoderno.blogspot.com/2008/09/volta-para-casa.html' title='A volta para casa'/><author><name>ALICE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06123739495719226563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pc5Wirim4wk/SNZlrknds7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/xDveeJMKi0o/S220/205054.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pc5Wirim4wk/SNZnBU7qRRI/AAAAAAAAABM/tXrqoHzUtVs/s72-c/Alice_in_Wonderland_by_behindinfinity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
