<?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-36082558</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:07:14.869-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Na Onda Com Marcio</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjo--rebelde.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36082558/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjo--rebelde.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ReNaIzA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661970300808271186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZQaYpZOClw/RmCO6NVt4TI/AAAAAAAAADM/IEmZ7-SJpqM/s320/Littlegirl.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36082558.post-15621950846878470</id><published>2007-05-10T18:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:06:14.938-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left" height="107" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZQaYpZOClw/RkORMkJ-jOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlpFoq0pCxA/s320/bala_soft.jpg" width="119" border="0" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Balas&lt;br /&gt;SOFT: &lt;/b&gt;Essa bala era o terror de todas as mães! Quem nunca ficou com uma bala dessas entalada na garganta que atire a primeira pedra! Só de pensar já sinto a bala na garganta!! Mas era boa demais!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left" height="103" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZQaYpZOClw/RkOlSkJ-jRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rpHY8fXY9iQ/s320/pirulitozorro.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pirulito do Zorro: &lt;/b&gt;Esse era bom, mas beeem durinho!!&lt;br /&gt;Cor-de-rosa e dociiiiiinhoooooo...&lt;br /&gt;Não conseguíamos deixar de comprar no recreio da escola.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left" height="155" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZQaYpZOClw/RkOlS0J-jSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/C-4MnXAkzeE/s320/sucos_artificiais.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sucos Artificiais: &lt;/b&gt;Novamente o agradecimento e...bem, esse até hoje existe...era necessário deixar na geladeira, mas quem disse que a criançada tinha paciência de esperar?&lt;br /&gt;Eu mesma nunca tive, e vivia tendo dor de barriga por tomar esse suquinho quente...&lt;br /&gt;Nossa, as embalagens vinham em vários formatos, carros, bonecas,rádios etc..&lt;br /&gt;Era divertido escolher no meio de tantas opções.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left" height="99" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZQaYpZOClw/RkOrDEJ-jTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/F_98ycQiG84/s320/doce_abobora.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doce de abóbora: &lt;/b&gt;Quem nunca comeu esses docinhos...típicos docinhos de bar?? Doce de abóbora, doce de banana (Lembram que era um triângulo??), e aquelas bolachas de maizena com maria-mole?&lt;br /&gt;Ô tempinho bom!! Sabe o que me fez lembrar também??&lt;br /&gt;Aquele baleiro com várias divisões que ficavam nos bares e em volta tinham as tampinhas...doido!!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left" height="155" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZQaYpZOClw/RkPJ7EJ-jWI/AAAAAAAAABM/JFi6g3nSLNk/s320/bingola.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colecionar tampinhas: &lt;/b&gt;Quem se lembra dos refrigerantes que comprávamos e cada tampinha vinha um personagem Walt Disney diferente?&lt;br /&gt;Era só retirar o plástico, e ali estava para completar a sua coleção..!&lt;br /&gt;A tampinha era de metal o que exigia o quase já desconhecido abridor de garrafas ! A molecada colecionava as tampinhas e por vezes até os abridores !&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36082558-15621950846878470?l=anjo--rebelde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjo--rebelde.blogspot.com/feeds/15621950846878470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36082558&amp;postID=15621950846878470' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36082558/posts/default/15621950846878470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36082558/posts/default/15621950846878470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjo--rebelde.blogspot.com/2007/05/balas-soft-essa-bala-era-o-terror-de.html' title=''/><author><name>ReNaIzA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661970300808271186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZQaYpZOClw/RmCO6NVt4TI/AAAAAAAAADM/IEmZ7-SJpqM/s320/Littlegirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZQaYpZOClw/RkORMkJ-jOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlpFoq0pCxA/s72-c/bala_soft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36082558.post-116095313365727610</id><published>2006-10-15T19:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T19:35:38.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/4025/1600/sucata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7443/4025/320/sucata.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bem.. assim vai ficar teu pc qdo começar a postar .. ou a cabeça ??!! kkk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beijos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.malucando.blogger.com.br" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Malu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36082558-116095313365727610?l=anjo--rebelde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjo--rebelde.blogspot.com/feeds/116095313365727610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36082558&amp;postID=116095313365727610' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36082558/posts/default/116095313365727610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36082558/posts/default/116095313365727610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjo--rebelde.blogspot.com/2006/10/bem.html' title=''/><author><name>ReNaIzA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661970300808271186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZQaYpZOClw/RmCO6NVt4TI/AAAAAAAAADM/IEmZ7-SJpqM/s320/Littlegirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
