<?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-5905640980518779657</id><updated>2011-10-10T19:28:55.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Algumas coisas</title><subtitle type='html'>algumas coisas para rir, algumas coisas para saber, algumas coisas para chorar, algumas coisas para viver...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-211040042632340936</id><published>2011-10-06T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T10:06:34.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>novos caminhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9rWHC5aH9q8/To3f_fAMZHI/AAAAAAAAAj8/YcwPhUjgodU/s1600/DSC02243c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9rWHC5aH9q8/To3f_fAMZHI/AAAAAAAAAj8/YcwPhUjgodU/s400/DSC02243c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-211040042632340936?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/211040042632340936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2011/10/novos-caminhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/211040042632340936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/211040042632340936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2011/10/novos-caminhos.html' title='novos caminhos...'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9rWHC5aH9q8/To3f_fAMZHI/AAAAAAAAAj8/YcwPhUjgodU/s72-c/DSC02243c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-9182113542571627329</id><published>2011-05-23T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T08:05:09.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Domingo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Música boa, vento no rosto, quilômetros e mais quilômetros a minha frente, a lua, o cheiro da cana queimada e o tempo úmido me fazem pensar em algumas coisas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No caso de hoje, pessoas. Gostaria de poder definir o momento chave em que alguém se torna importante aos nossos olhos. Porque tantos sorrisos diferentes vem e vão em nossas vidas. Ou até mesmo, porque deixam de sorrir.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pensei um tanto mais... como explicar a identificação com alguém que nem ao menos conhecemos. Sentir a sintonia no olhar e saber que se de fato um dia nos falarmos vamos poder perceber o momento chave e m que alguém acabou de se tornar especial ao seu mundo e que ainda haverão muitas coisas a se descobrir até que alguém deixe de sorrir. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ou será que desta vez não?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-9182113542571627329?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/9182113542571627329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2011/05/domingo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/9182113542571627329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/9182113542571627329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2011/05/domingo.html' title='Domingo.'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-7286472395900348758</id><published>2011-03-21T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T09:11:08.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Março:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Estou louca para assistir ‘Não me abandone jamais’. Tudo culpa do Andrew Garfield.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nlLnjkBHlBs/TYd4jSuYhnI/AAAAAAAAAbE/MgufBuKeIbM/s1600/never_let_me_go_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nlLnjkBHlBs/TYd4jSuYhnI/AAAAAAAAAbE/MgufBuKeIbM/s400/never_let_me_go_m.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&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/5905640980518779657-7286472395900348758?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/7286472395900348758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2011/03/marco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/7286472395900348758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/7286472395900348758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2011/03/marco.html' title='Março:'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nlLnjkBHlBs/TYd4jSuYhnI/AAAAAAAAAbE/MgufBuKeIbM/s72-c/never_let_me_go_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-4858000883239850075</id><published>2011-01-12T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T10:49:03.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Janeirão!</title><content type='html'>tem tudo para ser fantastico!&lt;br /&gt;'aguardando ansiosamente as próximas semanas'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-4858000883239850075?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/4858000883239850075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2011/01/janeirao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/4858000883239850075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/4858000883239850075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2011/01/janeirao.html' title='Janeirão!'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-793203866250570419</id><published>2010-11-24T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T04:15:09.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"agora você é igual a mim" - Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Conclui a minha jornada Lost este final de semana. Estou com vontade de falar a respeito. Apesar de achar que nada do que eu diga vai ser grandioso o suficiente para relatar a série, afinal, sou uma mera espectadora da opinião que quem quer saber meso tem que assistir. Não sei dizer se gostei mais ou menos do que eu imaginava, mas gostei bastante. Devido ao atraso que tive para assistir a ultima temporada confesso que já sabia de uma coisa ou outra apesar de procurar não ler a respeito para não influenciar na minha opinião. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;De certa maneira, eu que adorava passar horas e mais horas, durante estes seis anos pensando nas viagens de tempo (me lembro do êxtase que tive após o episódio “The Constant” é o melhor episódio da serie toda), encontro e reencontro de pessoas, entradas e saídas da ilha, sinceramente esperava uma sexta temporada mais avassaladora, por assim dizer. Porém, tive foi uma grata surpresa, a sexta temporada carregou na dose de emoção, eu achei praticamente todos os episódios lindos e muito grandiosos. Interpretei como a ilha sendo o certo do universo, representava um local para se equilibrar o bem e o mal, o céu e o inferno, representando também o céu e o inferno dentro de cada um que hora ficavam do lado do Jacob, hora do lado do homem de preto, mostrando que qualquer ser humano pode ser corrompido, dependendo de seus interesses. Os diálogos foram tocantes, sutis e profundos, não só no episodio final como em toda a sexta temporada, deixando muitos dos mistérios subentendidos e sujeitos e variadas interpretações. Acredito que esse foi um grande ponto positivo da série e também o fator que gerou tanto polemica com o fim da mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O ser humano está acostumado com filmes, séries, novelas tudo muito ‘mastigado’, com começo, meio, fim, e repletos de porquês explicativos, entretanto, fato é que na realidade não é bem assim. As coisas simplesmente acontecem. Para quem não gostou da última temporada, deve assistir de novo, abdicando de explicações e simplesmente admirando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Essa idéia da abdicação de respostas foi abordada até mesmo dentro da série. O tempo todo Jack foi o maior questionador, procurando saber o porquê estava na ilha, o que era a ilha, de repente, percebeu que em determinadas situações o que se deve fazer e simplesmente ‘aceitar’ e foi o que fez ao aceitar o cargo de Jacob. (claro, nem tudo nesta vida deve ser aceito sem mais nem menos, mas essa idéia ao menos serve para refletir) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Gosto de pensar na ‘realidade paralela’ com os ‘perdidos’ se reencontrando e se reconhecendo um tão importante para o outro, quanto a minutos atrás estavam um do lado do outro como apenas pessoas ocupando o mesmo espaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bom, gostando ou não do final Lost foi a melhor série de todos os tempos, levando milhares de pessoas a debaterem teorias e mais teorias. Teorias estas que ainda vão durar muito tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-793203866250570419?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/793203866250570419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/11/agora-voce-e-igual-mim-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/793203866250570419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/793203866250570419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/11/agora-voce-e-igual-mim-lost.html' title='&quot;agora você é igual a mim&quot; - Lost'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-3037412550134433831</id><published>2010-10-28T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T11:01:18.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O cheiro do café</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O gosto do café doce lembra as tardes agradáveis ao lado da minha mãe e de minha avó. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Minha diversão quando na infância consistia em observar atentamente a conversa delas, as vezes sobrava um dedo de prosa pro meu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A esta altura da tarde já dava para sentir o cheiro do bolinho de chuva sendo frito. É claro que neste momento ganhávamos mais dois integrantes a mesa de conversa, meus irmãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- ‘sem canela por favor, com muito açúcar’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-3037412550134433831?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/3037412550134433831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-cheiro-do-cafe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/3037412550134433831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/3037412550134433831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-cheiro-do-cafe.html' title='O cheiro do café'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-1566499821879704224</id><published>2010-10-28T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T05:20:28.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um brinde!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Brasil é terra do sol, suor, do acarajé, do mar, do verde, da mata, da serra, do frio, do chimarrão, da banana, do camarão, do tempero, do rebolado, da capoeira, da laranja, do futebol, do agreste, do certo, do incerto, da onça pintada, do olhar inocente, do povo desconfiado, do povo que sempre deve se desconfiar, do créu, do Chico Buarque, do biquíni, da crença, de Iemanjá, da fé, da esperança...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-1566499821879704224?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/1566499821879704224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/10/um-brinde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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do que eu gostaria, menos do que eu deveria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-8327206134289214826?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/8327206134289214826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/08/fim-de-agosto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/8327206134289214826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/8327206134289214826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/08/fim-de-agosto.html' title='fim de Agosto'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-2224683131848094402</id><published>2010-07-30T11:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T11:14:33.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O melhor amigo do homem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para se nascer um Labrador deve-se abdicar de riquezas, de preocupações, do tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para se nascer um Labrador deve tornar-se puro, os olhos brilharem como duas bolas de vidros ternas e acolhedoras. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tempo vai, tempo vem, e a única preocupação de um Labrador é onde está a sua bola de estimação, pior do que isso, quem era brincar com ele. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cada momento é momento de festejar, de brincar, de amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para se nascer um Labrador deve-se amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-2224683131848094402?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/2224683131848094402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-melhor-amigo-do-homem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/2224683131848094402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Pior que isso, eu posso dizer de boca cheia que odeio que apontem meus defeitos, como se fossem feridas abertas prontas para serem cutucadas. Não que eu acredite não os ter, pelo contrário, sei que tenho, muitos, e dói saber que não consigo corrigi-los. Que sou fraca e que minhas tentativas são nulas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-8955850353029379171?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/8955850353029379171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/07/principais-defeitos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/8955850353029379171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/8955850353029379171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/07/principais-defeitos.html' title='Principais defeitos...'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-1584849224996404810</id><published>2010-07-19T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T07:26:04.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>de uma certa maneira...</title><content type='html'>... eu consegui tirar uma foto com o Messi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aquele sol ardido brilhava mais que tudo naquela manhã de domingo (brilha muito!) o primeiro tempo havia terminado com menos minutos do que o convencional e eu estava lá na arquibancada, tímida, sem fazer nada... intervalo vai, segundo tempo vem, desta vez o time do Messi atacaria em minha direção (UI!). Passei o primeiro tempo inteiro investigando como as pessoas estavam se aproximando da grade de proteção e não cheguei a conclusão alguma, mas eu queria estar lá também, poderia mostrar o meu cartaz que a essa altura já estava todo amarrotado na minha bolsa. “pai, eu vou descer” e fui que fui à minha aventura, achei que a passagem para o corredor próximo a grade de proteção era no fim da arquibancada (aiai) andei a arquibancada toda e nada da ‘passagem secreta’ até que observei que (LOGICAMENTE) não existia passagem secreta nenhuma, o segredo do sucesso era se abaixar por debaixo da arquibancada e ir com fé, e lá fui eu. Nenhuma boa alma deixou eu me aproximar da grade o suficiente para mostrar o meu cartaz. Encostei-me atrás do gol, localizei meu pai e meus irmãos para saber se não havia me perdido, afinal nunca se sabe né. E fiquei lá, atrás do corinthiano que não parava de reclamar do Messi. Ainda bem que nem deu tempo de escutar muito, Messi se aproximou, fez um gol, que foi impedido, no vuco vuco eu nem sabia o que estava acontecendo, só que o Messi estava próximo a mim, saquei rapidamente o celular do bolso mas a câmera não ajuda muito, não dá para se visualizar muita coisa. Bom, após isso todo mundo que leu a respeito do jogo já sabe né, Messi levou cartão amarelo por continuar a jogada após o impedimento e foi substituído, ai pude retornar ao meu locar na arquibancada. E lá estava uma fã frustrada que nem sequer conseguiu exibir o seu cartaz. Para minha surpresa, no dia seguinte pesquisando fotos do evento lá estava o foto do gol impedido de Messi, e eis que notei uma pessoa totalmente perdida ali atrás do gol, com braços erguidos reclamando do impedimento, tentado tirar foto, sem saber o que fazer primeiro e... SOU EU! Eis a prova, eu consegui tirar uma foto com Messi, mesmo que não da maneira como eu havia planejado, mas tudo valeu muito a pena. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/TESJEvUwlmI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/POlzQa3Amow/s1600/12b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 403px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 597px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="403" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/TESJEvUwlmI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/POlzQa3Amow/s640/12b.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-1584849224996404810?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/1584849224996404810/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/07/de-uma-certa-maneira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/1584849224996404810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/1584849224996404810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/07/de-uma-certa-maneira.html' title='de uma certa maneira...'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/TESJEvUwlmI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/POlzQa3Amow/s72-c/12b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-1162883830319350292</id><published>2010-07-15T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:21:29.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias restantes: 3</title><content type='html'>Missões concluidas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) reconhecimento do terreno&lt;br /&gt;(X) cartaz&lt;br /&gt;(&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;) fotografia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-1162883830319350292?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/1162883830319350292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/07/dias-restantes-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/1162883830319350292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/1162883830319350292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/07/dias-restantes-3.html' title='Dias restantes: 3'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-6911281527024408888</id><published>2010-07-14T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T10:32:44.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias restantes:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: x-large;"&gt;cuatro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-6911281527024408888?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/6911281527024408888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/07/dias-restantes-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/6911281527024408888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/6911281527024408888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/07/dias-restantes-4.html' title='Dias restantes:'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-1832353040903375567</id><published>2010-07-13T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T13:01:58.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para minha vida fazer um pouco mais de sentido (dramática), para dar mais suspense, adrenalina, vou me impor metas, não sei qual será a regularidade, mas vamos que vamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meta number 1: Copa do mundo acabou. Que pena! Espanha campeã do mundo, &lt;a href="http://www.primeiraedicao.com.br/fck_upload/Image/esportes/2010/Julho/polvo.jpeg"&gt;MUITAS SURPRESAS&lt;/a&gt;. Mas o Messi não decolou, não foi dessa vez, ainda. Bateu na trave, mas vamos tocar a bola para frente. Pesquisa vai, pesquisa vem, descobri que foi muita sorte a minha a Argentina ser eliminada. Porque? Meu querido Deco, naturalizado português é natural de Indaiatuba, que é aproximadamente 90 km de Rio Claro, onde resido. Deco possui uma fundação intitulada instituto Deco20 &lt;a href="http://www.deco20.org.br/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e no dia 18 de julho deste ano será realizado o segundo jogo Deco e Amigos &lt;a href="http://decoeamigos.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;para comemorar o segundo aniversário do instituto. Tá, o que o Messi, e a Argentina tem a ver com a historia? To chegando lá, o Deco havia convidado o camaronês Samuel Eto para a partida, uma vez que camarões já foi eliminado faz tempo da copa do mundo, e estava tudo certo, tinha topado, só eu que não sabia de nada ainda. Até que... a irmã do Eto vai se casar, adoro casamentos, portanto ele não vem. E agora? Bom, a Argentina já tinha tomado de 4 da Alemanha mesmo, já estavam voltando para casa, o Messi estava passando férias nas praias do Rio de Janeiro. [chama ele Deco! Chamou! ].Está confirmado e eu vou! Estarei no mesmo pais, no mesmo estado, na mesma cidade, no mesmo estádio que o melhor do mundo eleito pela FIFA em 2009 [melhor jogador da final do mundial entre clubes da FIFA 2009, melhor atacante da liga dos campeões 2008/2009, melhor jogador da liga dos campeões 2008/2009, artilheiro do campeonato espanhol 2008/2009 com 34 gols, artilheiro da liga dos campeões em 2008/2009 com 9 gols e 2009/2010 com 8 gols, melhor jogador do mundial sub-20 2005 e artilheiro com 6 gols, puxa saco!] e portanto minha meta numero 1 é uma foto com Lionel Messi. A tarefa vai ser difícil, tenho que pensar em algo para chamar a atenção. Já providenciei uma camisa da argentina para criar uma simpatia e vou elaborar mais coisas. Vamos que vamos a todo vapor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;FALTAM 5 DIAS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-1832353040903375567?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/1832353040903375567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/07/metas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/1832353040903375567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/1832353040903375567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/07/metas.html' title='Metas!'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-4371873859027247519</id><published>2010-07-13T06:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T06:22:50.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tô precisando me inspirar.</title><content type='html'>alias, tem bastante coisas me inspirando, só não estou conseguindo organizar tudo.&lt;br /&gt;só tenho pensando em uma coisa, &lt;a href="http://decoeamigos.com/"&gt;DOMINGO!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-4371873859027247519?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/4371873859027247519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/07/to-precisando-me-inspirar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/4371873859027247519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/4371873859027247519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/07/to-precisando-me-inspirar.html' title='tô precisando me inspirar.'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-2949444611881984737</id><published>2010-04-29T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T05:08:09.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O dia em que o Barcelona foi eliminado ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S9l1_9nfaQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/iPGk2C-mQuQ/s1600/0,,40272312-EXH,00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S9l1_9nfaQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/iPGk2C-mQuQ/s400/0,,40272312-EXH,00.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S9l0fWS8MPI/AAAAAAAAAZo/TcfH62DxMtU/s1600/getb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S9l0fWS8MPI/AAAAAAAAAZo/TcfH62DxMtU/s400/getb.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Nas Semifinais da liga dos campeões da Europa o Inter de Milão parou o Barcelona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;em um placar total de 3X2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Jogo do ataque contra a defesa, dessa vez, a defesa saiu ganhando. Dessa vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-2949444611881984737?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/2949444611881984737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/04/nao-deu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/2949444611881984737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/2949444611881984737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/04/nao-deu.html' title='O dia em que o Barcelona foi eliminado ...'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S9l1_9nfaQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/iPGk2C-mQuQ/s72-c/0,,40272312-EXH,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-6319303312005940051</id><published>2010-03-26T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T08:58:34.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=46k91Ys5aaY&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Work It Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-6319303312005940051?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/6319303312005940051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/03/work-it-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/6319303312005940051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/6319303312005940051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/03/work-it-out.html' title=''/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-7140202220122074362</id><published>2010-03-15T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:21:59.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban art.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S556SHEE_5I/AAAAAAAAAZY/aMBBjAX8mlc/s1600-h/street+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S556SHEE_5I/AAAAAAAAAZY/aMBBjAX8mlc/s400/street+1.jpg" vt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"¿Qué horas son mi corazón?&lt;br /&gt;Te lo dije muy clarito&lt;br /&gt;Doce de la noche en la Habana, Cuba&lt;br /&gt;Once de la noche en San Salvador, El Salvador&lt;br /&gt;Once de la noche en Managua, Nicaragua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gustan los aviones, me gustas tu.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta viajar, me gustas tu.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta la mañana, me gustas tu.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta el viento, me gustas tu.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta soñar, me gustas tu.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta la mar, me gustas tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que voy a hacer, je ne sais pas.&lt;br /&gt;Que voy a hacer, je ne sais plus.&lt;br /&gt;Que voy a hacer, je suis perdue.&lt;br /&gt;Que horas son, mi corazón...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Manu Chao)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-7140202220122074362?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/7140202220122074362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/03/urban-art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/7140202220122074362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/7140202220122074362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/03/urban-art.html' title='Urban art.'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S556SHEE_5I/AAAAAAAAAZY/aMBBjAX8mlc/s72-c/street+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-3692769907078528869</id><published>2010-02-24T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:48:42.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;“Quem sente saudade é fraco, quem diz palavras gentis é bobo”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Esse deve ser o lema das novas gerações. Quem tira mais com a cara do outro é mais cool (ou alguma outra nova gíria designada a palavra ‘legal’). Quem se mostra mais independente (Le-se ‘porra-louca’) é o que deve ser seguido, o ídolo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não descarto alguns méritos. A nova geração sabe mais o que quer, estão sendo mais sinceras consigo mesmas, são mais conectadas ao universo em que vivem e sabem lidar com o acesso fácil a informações, só não sabem o que fazer com elas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quanto a ideologia, os jovens estão cada vez mais unidos, cada vez mais rotulados, cada vez mais seguidores das mesmas coisas (não estou falando do Twitter) &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ju_joia"&gt;Fallow Me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Outra coisa, mas esta não é exclusivamente das novas gerações. Cada vez mais, a cada nova evolução, a cada nova descoberta, o ser humano desaprende a ouvir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não basta escutar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.priberam.pt/DLPO/default.aspx?pal=escutar"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(tornar-se atento para ouvir)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tem que ouvir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.priberam.pt/DLPO/default.aspx?pal=ouvir"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(perceber pelo ouvido; obedecer a.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-3692769907078528869?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/3692769907078528869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/02/new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/3692769907078528869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/3692769907078528869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/02/new.html' title='New.'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-5897392936325314982</id><published>2010-02-23T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T08:41:16.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fora do eixo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S4QE9Exb3iI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ZMg1J4mCdBw/s1600-h/DSC00189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S4QE9Exb3iI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ZMg1J4mCdBw/s640/DSC00189.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-5897392936325314982?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/5897392936325314982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/02/fora-do-eixo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/5897392936325314982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/5897392936325314982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/02/fora-do-eixo.html' title='fora do eixo.'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S4QE9Exb3iI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ZMg1J4mCdBw/s72-c/DSC00189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-1808380977449461013</id><published>2010-02-23T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T08:40:03.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Você pode tomar as decisões da sua vida. As decisões que desenharão a sua historia. Acredito que um das coisas mais gratificantes que podemos esperar é que sejamos espelho para alguém. Que os momentos de nossa personalidade boa prevaleçam sobre a má. E que sua felicidade seja uma de suas poucas certezas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-1808380977449461013?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/1808380977449461013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/02/voce-pode-tomar-as-decisoes-da-sua-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/1808380977449461013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/1808380977449461013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/02/voce-pode-tomar-as-decisoes-da-sua-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-1218752159465216334</id><published>2010-02-11T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T02:21:43.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>estamos de mudança....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S3PaAmzJ3TI/AAAAAAAAAY4/EAFKMYGS3Qs/s1600-h/DSC00198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S3PaAmzJ3TI/AAAAAAAAAY4/EAFKMYGS3Qs/s400/DSC00198.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-1218752159465216334?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/1218752159465216334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/02/estamos-de-mudanca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/1218752159465216334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/1218752159465216334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/02/estamos-de-mudanca.html' title='estamos de mudança....'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S3PaAmzJ3TI/AAAAAAAAAY4/EAFKMYGS3Qs/s72-c/DSC00198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-2901469692273167373</id><published>2010-02-04T06:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T06:33:58.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L_zRDchkDXg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOCA JOHN MAYER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-2901469692273167373?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/2901469692273167373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/02/john-mayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/2901469692273167373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/2901469692273167373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/02/john-mayer.html' title=''/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-7315567007700251008</id><published>2010-01-27T05:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T05:57:55.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Está na natureza humana o dom de esperar a chuva passar, esperar a dor voltar, esperar cinco minutos a mais para acordar, esperar tudo melhorar. Esperar para agir, esperar a natureza agir.&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/5905640980518779657-7315567007700251008?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/7315567007700251008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/01/esta-na-natureza-humana-o-dom-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/7315567007700251008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/7315567007700251008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/01/esta-na-natureza-humana-o-dom-de.html' title=''/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-51657760853959983</id><published>2010-01-11T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:22:21.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>“Eu tô cansado! Meu joelho está doendo! E eu preciso ir no banheiro”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S0tOwz6Zy3I/AAAAAAAAAX4/MndAQxClj3Q/s1600-h/up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S0tOwz6Zy3I/AAAAAAAAAX4/MndAQxClj3Q/s200/up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Como já assisti três vezes ao filme “&lt;a href="http://www.disney.com.br/cinema/up/"&gt;Up&lt;/a&gt; - Altas aventuras” eu posso afirmar que foi a melhor animação que vi até hoje. Melhor animação para crianças não tão jovens, como é o meu caso. A forma sutil como os problemas cotidianos são apresentados é encantadora. O velho e rabugento senhor Fredricksen que vivia a alimentar um passado que não mais existia e sofria em saber que não proporcionou a sua esposa a aventura que os dois, juntos, tantos planejaram, quando se depara com o pequeno Russell com seus problemas que ainda estão a serem descobertos durante toda uma vida, senhor Fredricksen amolece e abre mão do passado que tanto o aprisionava em sua casa. &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/5905640980518779657-51657760853959983?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/51657760853959983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/01/eu-to-cansado-meu-joelho-esta-doendo-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/51657760853959983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/51657760853959983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/01/eu-to-cansado-meu-joelho-esta-doendo-e.html' title='“Eu tô cansado! Meu joelho está doendo! E eu preciso ir no banheiro”'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S0tOwz6Zy3I/AAAAAAAAAX4/MndAQxClj3Q/s72-c/up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-7681997842598785453</id><published>2010-01-06T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T10:26:31.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New!</title><content type='html'>novo, novo, novo, tudo novo!&lt;br /&gt;e para esse novo quero um pouco do velho, do velho ano.&lt;br /&gt;mas só um pouco, para não cair na rotina, apesar de novo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-7681997842598785453?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/7681997842598785453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/01/new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/7681997842598785453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/7681997842598785453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2010/01/new.html' title='New!'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-2779771843881162713</id><published>2009-12-11T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:03:27.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>só mas um post por hoje...</title><content type='html'>segue dois trechos muito bons do filme 'the Watchmen'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=573XmVOdD2Q&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Opening Credits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6e-CQtsc_go&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Comediante morte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-2779771843881162713?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/2779771843881162713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-mas-um-post-por-hoje.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/2779771843881162713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/2779771843881162713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-mas-um-post-por-hoje.html' title='só mas um post por hoje...'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-3207968045901018332</id><published>2009-12-11T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T09:56:40.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>acabei por me apaixonar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SyKHnYivl1I/AAAAAAAAAXg/GTr20N24EIU/s1600-h/samurai+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SyKHnYivl1I/AAAAAAAAAXg/GTr20N24EIU/s400/samurai+2.jpg" /&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/5905640980518779657-3207968045901018332?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/3207968045901018332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/12/acabei-por-me-apaixonar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/3207968045901018332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/3207968045901018332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/12/acabei-por-me-apaixonar.html' title='acabei por me apaixonar...'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SyKHnYivl1I/AAAAAAAAAXg/GTr20N24EIU/s72-c/samurai+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-3978054951418907355</id><published>2009-12-11T09:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T09:52:58.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15:57</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pequenas gotas geladas batendo eu meu rosto, botando abaixo toda a quentura dessa local frio. Foram três segundos interrompidos pelo tocar do telefone, mas foram os três segundos que hoje eu precisava. Guardar a chuva para que?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-3978054951418907355?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/3978054951418907355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/12/1557.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/3978054951418907355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/3978054951418907355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/12/1557.html' title='15:57'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-1709061875918196522</id><published>2009-12-10T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:49:04.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O vento sopra pequena parte de meus cabelos, o restante é impedido devido a porta estar um pouco fechada. Ver eu consigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Está ventando bastante lá fora, posso até sentir o cheiro da chuva a se aproximar. Os minutos que se vão fazem da necessidade de sair ainda mais gritante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Minha dor de cabeça atormenta a idéia de que muito há de se fazer da vida. O que fiz até o momento não se pode dizer que foi errado, mas adiante as coisas precisam ser diferentes pois não irei agüentar a culpa de não existir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cada sorriso tem sido um codinome para minha solidão. Esta que eu mesma me enfiei e da qual não sei se pretendo sair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os minutos se vão, ainda tenho que ir ao banco.&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/5905640980518779657-1709061875918196522?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/1709061875918196522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-vento-sopra-pequena-parte-de-meus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/1709061875918196522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/1709061875918196522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-vento-sopra-pequena-parte-de-meus.html' title=''/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-2328929488836946263</id><published>2009-12-01T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:52:38.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dois mil e nove!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Mas um ano acabando e eu ainda não consigo distinguir com facilidade ‘mas’ de ‘mais’. 2009 foi (tem sido, ainda não acabou) um ano que me rendeu muitos cabelos brancos. Passei a me preocupar um pouco mais com as questões financeiras de casa, continuo tendo que desenvolver o meu ‘dom’ de me esquivar de brigas. Afinal, sempre sou o ouvido amigo de ambas as partes o que acaba fazendo com que eu escute coisas não muito agradáveis, que não posso repetir para o outro lado para não aumentar a discórdia. Não gostaria nunca de ouvir que tal situação explodiu de certa maneira porque eu plantei a sementinha. Prefiro ficar quieta, quase que inexistente. Apenas escutar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SxVzBtFefFI/AAAAAAAAAXI/IF4V-U6s4kY/s1600/19b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SxVzBtFefFI/AAAAAAAAAXI/IF4V-U6s4kY/s200/19b.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Bom, aprendi também que existem vários caminhos de chegar onde deseja. Estes caminhos estão ai para serem explorados. Onde eu quero chegar eu ainda não sei, mas algumas coisas começam a ficar mais claras na minha cabeça. As idéias começam a se encaixar. Quero poder trabalhar com liberdade, ser dona de 65% (ou mais) do meu tempo. Quero cozinhar, quero fotografar, quero decorar, quero empreender o meu próprio negocio. Vou colocar uma fotinho dele neste blogg, ou em algum próximo, pois não sei quanto tempo isso irá demorar a se realizar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Uma coisa que estou lutando para aprender, acredito que esteja desenvolvendo um pouco mais este ano, mas ainda não chegou onde pretendo, é a intensidade de meus relacionamentos. Não sei se de fato é assim, mas eu tenho a impressão que sou uma daquelas pessoas “descartáveis”, estou junto, sou agradável quando estou junto, mas se não estou ninguém sente falta. Não sei se ficou claro o que estou querendo expor. Acho que devido ao fato de eu gostar de me preservar, ou até mesmo o&amp;nbsp;medo de&amp;nbsp; falar besteira, por eu ser quieta demais acabo não sendo a companhia favorita das pessoas (nem dos animais), eu até gostaria de ser, mas se não for também não faço questão. Pode ter certeza que sincera eu serei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Em casa, humanamente falando, foi tudo bem durante este ano. Ontem eu estava pensando, o diálogo não é tão usado em casa em questão de coisas do dia-a-dia pessoal de cada um, é como se quatro, ou cinco pessoas completamente distintas morassem juntas e se dessem bem, o que é completamente surreal se tratando de tanto tempo. Deve ser por isso que se chama família. E que assim seja conservada por muitos e muitos anos, quiçá, séculos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Em uma era onde os conceitos estão pré-definidos e “unânimes” não é difícil que eles mudem, mas continuem “unânimes”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Quanto a minha cidade, literalmente, surgiram muitos buracos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Quanto ao meu país, boatos bons correm por ai, digo boatos porque se tratando de política até acho interessante, mas a preguiça de buscar a certeza fala mais alto. É até vergonhoso assumir isso, como estou me assumindo, devo assumir isto também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Mas agradeço, nasci na década de 80.&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/5905640980518779657-2328929488836946263?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/2328929488836946263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/12/dois-mil-e-nove.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/2328929488836946263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/2328929488836946263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/12/dois-mil-e-nove.html' title='dois mil e nove!'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SxVzBtFefFI/AAAAAAAAAXI/IF4V-U6s4kY/s72-c/19b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-273809985704750846</id><published>2009-11-23T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T16:28:54.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>23/11/2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Voar, correr, brincar... me mudar não, mudar para que? Gosto daqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Fazendeiros diferentes, um pouco esquisitos. Qual é o seu nome?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sou explorador!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O reitor não nos deixa ler livros de aventura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Amanhã eu prometo que vou trazer um sanduíche bem grandão para você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O seu pai é um homem bom? Você sente orgulho dele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Adultos não sabem o que querem, o que eu quero é um pneu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Querem que a gente seja inimigos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Você já foi a algum velório?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu posso cavar, eu posso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Podem me dizer a verdade, podem me esconder a verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;eu não vou cortar o meu cabelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mãe, posso ir brincar no balanço? É minha ultima chance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;..... eu encontrei o seu pai Shmuel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-273809985704750846?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/273809985704750846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/11/23112009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/273809985704750846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/273809985704750846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/11/23112009.html' title='23/11/2009'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-7085790302512485043</id><published>2009-11-03T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T02:06:07.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sim, tudo o que eu faço é falar de filmes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Escola do Rock. (School of Rock - 2003.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SvCCF7-oeQI/AAAAAAAAAWw/7RZra1p0hWs/s1600-h/img_0021.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SvCCF7-oeQI/AAAAAAAAAWw/7RZra1p0hWs/s320/img_0021.bmp" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Seria bom, seria muito bom que todas as escolas dessem aula de rock. Não que isso vá salvar o mundo, mas ajuda a criar alguns conceitos que as gerações estão perdendo. O rock, antes de mais nada, é alegria, é energia, é uma forma pacificadora de reivindicar o que está errado, é gritar por ideais, clamar por mudanças. Neste fim de semana assisti ao filme School of Rock do ano de 2003. Há tempos queria ve-lo e só agora consegui. O filme é daquele tipo sessão da tarde que as vezes é tudo o que você precisa ver. É engraçado, muito engraçado, principalmente pelo ator Jack Black que está comico no papel do roqueiro revoltado Dewey Finn que foi expulso da banda que participava, No Vacancy. Os integrantes alegaram que Finn fazia-os passar vergonha com as performaces um tanto quanto exageradas. Pressionado pelo amigo Ned Schneebly, ou melhor, pela namorada do amigo Ned Schneebly que não aguentam mais a falta de dinheiro de Finn ele decide se por no lugar de Ned e dar aulas em uma escola primaria. Enfim, não é isso que vem ao caso. O fato é que, primeiramente os alunos e professor não se entendem de forma alguma, até que Finn descobre os talentos musicais dos alunos, que até então não haviam sido explorados de uma maneira , digamos, rock in roll. Finn tira a garotada do classico e os apresenta aos equipamentos eletronicos. Desse ponto em diante a compreensão entre professor, alunos, e até a megera diretora vai se moldando. Destaque para as performaces de Jack Black.&lt;/span&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/5905640980518779657-7085790302512485043?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/7085790302512485043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/11/sim-tudo-o-que-eu-faco-e-falar-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/7085790302512485043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/7085790302512485043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/11/sim-tudo-o-que-eu-faco-e-falar-de.html' title='Sim, tudo o que eu faço é falar de filmes!'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SvCCF7-oeQI/AAAAAAAAAWw/7RZra1p0hWs/s72-c/img_0021.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-450066416197641410</id><published>2009-10-30T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:49:14.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>02 de Novembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/Susj4QNd4QI/AAAAAAAAAWo/yKyBMjTgAak/s1600-h/scanner+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/Susj4QNd4QI/AAAAAAAAAWo/yKyBMjTgAak/s320/scanner+014.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Para onde será que as pessoas vão? Para mim é preocupante pensar na morte, pensar que ela é fato. Como será que as coisas são após a morte? Ou então como será que é morrer? Eu queria saber se a gente sabe, se a gente sente, o que a gente pensa. O ser humano é tão cheio de mistérios. Para mim pensar na morte é como um sono sem fim, como quando dormimos, nada existe. Pensar nesse ‘nada’ me dá frio no estomago, pensar que somos tanto agora e ao mesmo tempo não somos ‘nada’. Ai vem os sonhos para me confundirem a cabeça. Mesmo quando dormimos que para mim representa esse ‘nada’ essa ausência de pensamentos, a gente sonha, e nesse sonho, há vida. Ou seja, temos alma? Bom, esse assunto todo me confunde, eu só sei que dia 02 é dia de finados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em memória meus dois avôs Gabriel (foto) e Silvio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-450066416197641410?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/450066416197641410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/10/02-de-novembro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/450066416197641410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/450066416197641410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/10/02-de-novembro.html' title='02 de Novembro'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/Susj4QNd4QI/AAAAAAAAAWo/yKyBMjTgAak/s72-c/scanner+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-6238553785495203819</id><published>2009-10-27T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T08:15:50.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>com um pouco de imaginação...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SucNBSff7oI/AAAAAAAAAWY/qEZeMH-awzk/s1600-h/tchuco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SucNBSff7oI/AAAAAAAAAWY/qEZeMH-awzk/s200/tchuco.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SucNKr1EdmI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4Kze9liiMnQ/s1600-h/tchuco+mexicano.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SucNKr1EdmI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4Kze9liiMnQ/s200/tchuco+mexicano.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;se pode viajar o mundo! hahahahaha. Gostaria de dizer algumas coisas bonitas aqui hoje, porem, como podem ver, estou ocupada no momento. Proxima parada: &lt;a href="http://www.urra.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/papai_noel_chines.jpg"&gt;China!&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/5905640980518779657-6238553785495203819?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/6238553785495203819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/10/com-um-pouco-de-imaginacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/6238553785495203819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/6238553785495203819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/10/com-um-pouco-de-imaginacao.html' title='com um pouco de imaginação...'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SucNBSff7oI/AAAAAAAAAWY/qEZeMH-awzk/s72-c/tchuco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-8434543128536277245</id><published>2009-10-21T07:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T07:52:10.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>é ingrata e covarde,</title><content type='html'>a doença.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-8434543128536277245?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/8434543128536277245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-ingrata-e-covarde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/8434543128536277245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/8434543128536277245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-ingrata-e-covarde.html' title='é ingrata e covarde,'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-1592810702244772454</id><published>2009-10-19T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:12:09.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha cidade as vezes é assim....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/StydlMaZAZI/AAAAAAAAAVM/TSLNwu6iKCM/s1600-h/horto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/StydlMaZAZI/AAAAAAAAAVM/TSLNwu6iKCM/s640/horto.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e as pessoas ainda dizem que é feia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-1592810702244772454?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/1592810702244772454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/10/minha-cidade-as-vezes-e-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/1592810702244772454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/1592810702244772454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/10/minha-cidade-as-vezes-e-assim.html' title='Minha cidade as vezes é assim....'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/StydlMaZAZI/AAAAAAAAAVM/TSLNwu6iKCM/s72-c/horto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-7968564514634445502</id><published>2009-10-14T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T07:23:34.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>estranho conhecido.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Lá vem aquele velho conhecido &lt;br /&gt;Qual é mesmo o nome dele?&lt;br /&gt;Lá vem aquele velho conhecido &lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias a me embalar &lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias o mesmo cantar&lt;br /&gt;Cruzando a rua sem ao menos me olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá vem aquele velho conhecido&lt;br /&gt;Cujo qual nunca nos falamos&lt;br /&gt;Cujas afinidades ão de se descobrir&lt;br /&gt;Quando um se propor a sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual é mesmo o nome dele?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá vem aquele velho conhecido&lt;br /&gt;Depois desse nosso instante&lt;br /&gt;Cada um para o seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Cada um para o seu próprio rebolado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/StXdfgypqlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/_am3xVufKNw/s1600-h/imagem2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/StXdfgypqlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/_am3xVufKNw/s400/imagem2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ps: eu não estou apaixonada platonicamente. hahá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Ultimamente estou observando que se quero alguma coisa, de fato eu tenho que correr atrás. Somente eu sou responsável pelas coisas que me acontecem. Se o destino teimar em me fazer correr, eu vou teimar em fazer acontecer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-7968564514634445502?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/7968564514634445502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/10/estranho-conhecido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/7968564514634445502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/7968564514634445502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/10/estranho-conhecido.html' title='estranho conhecido.'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/StXdfgypqlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/_am3xVufKNw/s72-c/imagem2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-3104128437050324820</id><published>2009-10-02T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:58:59.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ãh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/copacabanaclubmusic"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SsYjI3TkwzI/AAAAAAAAAU0/X8KBC3zFhus/s1600-h/Water+figures+2007+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SsYjI3TkwzI/AAAAAAAAAU0/X8KBC3zFhus/s400/Water+figures+2007+2.jpg" /&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/5905640980518779657-3104128437050324820?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/3104128437050324820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/10/ah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/3104128437050324820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/3104128437050324820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/10/ah.html' title='ãh?'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SsYjI3TkwzI/AAAAAAAAAU0/X8KBC3zFhus/s72-c/Water+figures+2007+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-2504509304238362512</id><published>2009-09-29T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T13:41:34.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>as coisas não andam muito bem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;... realmente não andam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SsJvssaZprI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Av8fYJb_1Ho/s1600/DSC00047h.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SsJvssaZprI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Av8fYJb_1Ho/s320/DSC00047h.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo mano velho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tempo, tempo, tempo mano velho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Vai, vai, vai, vai, vai, vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tempo amigo seja legal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Conto contigo pela madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Só me derrube no final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ah-ah-ah ah-ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ah-ah-ah ah-ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-2504509304238362512?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/2504509304238362512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-coisas-nao-andam-muito-bem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/2504509304238362512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/2504509304238362512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-coisas-nao-andam-muito-bem.html' title='as coisas não andam muito bem'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SsJvssaZprI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Av8fYJb_1Ho/s72-c/DSC00047h.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-553055271948646252</id><published>2009-09-28T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:07:07.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Boîte noire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SsDd9CSo3lI/AAAAAAAAAUc/NrGfrlH5Bvk/s1600-h/caixa_preta..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SsDd9CSo3lI/AAAAAAAAAUc/NrGfrlH5Bvk/s320/caixa_preta..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Um filme totalmente exelente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Poderia um homem reinventar a sua vida três vezes após um acidente misterioso de carro? Reinventar não, redescobrir. Reviver inconscientemente tudo o que ele viveu e esqueceu. Encaixando o quebra cabeça de sua vida pouco a pouco. O filme caixa preta é muito bem feito, te prende do inicio ao fim. Um filme ousado na forma como as coisas vão desenvolvendo, ousado nas imagens. Deu-me um nó na cabeça, mais interpretei o filme a partir de uma frase dita pela hora aeromoça, hora enfermeira, hora Isabelle, hora Claire: “existem três tipos de ‘eu’, o que você imagina ser, o que você gostaria de ser, e o que você é” acho que o filme andou nessa linha, enquanto esteve em coma a ‘caixa preta’ de Arthur pregou algumas peças nele, e em nós expectadores. Por fim a gente não sabe como na verdade a vida de Arthur é. “o esquecimento é uma necessidade vital”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-553055271948646252?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/553055271948646252/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-boite-noire.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/553055271948646252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/553055271948646252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-boite-noire.html' title='La Boîte noire'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SsDd9CSo3lI/AAAAAAAAAUc/NrGfrlH5Bvk/s72-c/caixa_preta..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-5330976002682093589</id><published>2009-09-22T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:35:02.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" vai vai vai vai vai, vem comigo, seja legal... "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/Srj6sMn97UI/AAAAAAAAAUU/KK8KY-Wmt64/s1600-h/DSC00080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/Srj6sMn97UI/AAAAAAAAAUU/KK8KY-Wmt64/s200/DSC00080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O que há ai em cima? Certas vezes em que paro para pensar sobre o céu, sobre a terra, me volta as mesmas perguntas que me atormentavam quando criança. Lembro-me que entre idas e vindas para as cidades vizinhas, quando na estrada, olhava durante todo o trajeto para o céu, observava as nuvens, imaginava as figuras que elas desenhavam conforme o vento. Era bom, me imaginava caindo no céu,&amp;nbsp;solta no espaço do infinito, caindo, caindo.&amp;nbsp;Pena que hoje em dia não há mais tempo para essas pequenas coisas. Não há mais tempo? Mas que tolice, eu continuo indo e vindo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-5330976002682093589?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/5330976002682093589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/09/vai-vai-vai-vai-vai-vai-vem-comigo-seja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/5330976002682093589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/5330976002682093589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/09/vai-vai-vai-vai-vai-vai-vem-comigo-seja.html' title='&quot; vai vai vai vai vai, vem comigo, seja legal... &quot;'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/Srj6sMn97UI/AAAAAAAAAUU/KK8KY-Wmt64/s72-c/DSC00080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-1302685636805931355</id><published>2009-09-21T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:19:36.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mais uma semana vem ai.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SrfQ9p6HxeI/AAAAAAAAAUM/sa5TdqFmOV8/s1600-h/DSC04930b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SrfQ9p6HxeI/AAAAAAAAAUM/sa5TdqFmOV8/s200/DSC04930b.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;fim de semana muito bom. É sempre bom sair um pouco da cidade, se fazer de estranho, não ter responsabilidades, não ter horario. A hora de partir é sempre triste, a volta para casa é vazia, sempre tantas coisas vem a minha cabeça. E agora, começa tudo outra vez. Já estou ansiosa para que cheque logo o proximo fim de semana. ps: assisti &lt;a href="http://www.cinematecaveja.com.br/colecao.php"&gt;Los Angeles - Cidade Proibida&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;que estava querendo ver&amp;nbsp;a um tempinho, vale a pena!&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/5905640980518779657-1302685636805931355?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/1302685636805931355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/09/mais-uma-semana-vem-ai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/1302685636805931355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/1302685636805931355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/09/mais-uma-semana-vem-ai.html' title='mais uma semana vem ai.'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SrfQ9p6HxeI/AAAAAAAAAUM/sa5TdqFmOV8/s72-c/DSC04930b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-1417228100037702712</id><published>2009-09-18T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:06:07.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;" Estou me sentindo tão musical hoje " - frase de um filme que eu gosto muito ATSUHATSEUIHTSEAIUHTSAEUIHTSAE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://acdc.com/index-orig.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;acdc&lt;/span&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/5905640980518779657-1417228100037702712?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/1417228100037702712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/09/estou-me-sentindo-tao-musical-hoje_18.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/1417228100037702712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/1417228100037702712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/09/estou-me-sentindo-tao-musical-hoje_18.html' title=''/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-7190917915005423290</id><published>2009-09-18T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:19:22.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homenagem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;What A Waster&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SrPAu_2Y8qI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ATnryW3en1E/s1600-h/pit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SrPAu_2Y8qI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ATnryW3en1E/s200/pit.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a waster, what a fucking waster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;You pissed it all up the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Round the corner where they chased her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;There's tears coming out from everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The city's hard, the city's fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Get back inside you've got nothing on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;No you mind yer bleedin own you two bob cunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;When she wakes up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;She writes down all her dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Reads like the book of revelations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Or the Beano or the unabridged ulysses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Oh I really wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So tell me, where does all the money go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;where does all the money go&lt;br /&gt;Straight, straight up her nose .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Hoje Libertines me acalmou. hihi!&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/5905640980518779657-7190917915005423290?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/7190917915005423290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/09/homenagem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/7190917915005423290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/7190917915005423290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/09/homenagem.html' title='Homenagem!'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SrPAu_2Y8qI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ATnryW3en1E/s72-c/pit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-9077984947149059986</id><published>2009-09-17T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:18:42.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talvez.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Seu zelo demasiadamente exagerado de alguma maneira me agride. Faz-me querer gritar: VÁ CUIDAR DA SUA VIDA, VÁ SER FELIZ! Não se preocupe tanto com esses filhos desumanos. Somos filhos da ingratidão. E eu sei, vou ficar igual a ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-9077984947149059986?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/9077984947149059986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/09/talvez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/9077984947149059986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/9077984947149059986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/09/talvez.html' title='Talvez.'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-3156191768374326909</id><published>2009-09-16T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T13:10:10.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SrEu2w4qbuI/AAAAAAAAATM/SjZYfDqCcOc/s1600-h/41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SrEu2w4qbuI/AAAAAAAAATM/SjZYfDqCcOc/s200/41.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje eu quero voar, hoje eu quero rir, hoje eu quero me chocar&amp;nbsp;assistindo&amp;nbsp;um bom filme, ou até um bom jogo de futebol ( hoje tem classico, Barcelona x Inter de Milão&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lionelmessi.org/"&gt;oh!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;), hoje eu quero comer uma comida que me faça pensar nela durante uma semana, hoje eu quero beber, beber e beber, hoje eu quero conversar, sair por ai, andar, hoje eu quero dançar até me acabar, hoje eu quero rolar na grama, hoje eu quero tomar chuva, hoje eu quero pintar um quadro, hoje eu quero cortar uma camiseta, hoje eu quero cozinhar, hoje eu quero escutar uma boa história, hoje eu quero cantar. Hoje eu não quero trabalhar! há! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-3156191768374326909?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/3156191768374326909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/09/hoje-eu-quero-vuar-hoje-eu-quero-rir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/3156191768374326909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/3156191768374326909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/09/hoje-eu-quero-vuar-hoje-eu-quero-rir.html' title='uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SrEu2w4qbuI/AAAAAAAAATM/SjZYfDqCcOc/s72-c/41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-2805641898892370278</id><published>2009-09-14T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:29:37.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para onde você vai?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/Sq6nLbp_qiI/AAAAAAAAASk/wzbgrZV3A7g/s1600-h/caminho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381422419598617122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/Sq6nLbp_qiI/AAAAAAAAASk/wzbgrZV3A7g/s320/caminho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Posso ir com você? Não sei por que me sinto tão bem ao seu lado. É engraçado o fato de eu ter te conhecido, é engraçado o fato de todos nós termos nos conhecido, parece até que fomos predestinados a isso. Tudo no seu devido momento. Tenho a convicção de que não é a toa que pessoas aparecem em nossas vidas. Nesse carrossel diário de rostos, de encontros e desencontros, poucos você verá novamente. Outros, que você jamais pensaria em rever, olha lá, está aqui de novo. Pessoas aparecem em nossas vidas para mudar o rumo de nosso caminho, se tornam muitíssimo importante em algum momento. O segredo para ser realmente importante para alguém, é ser importante em mais de um destes momentos, bem mais do que um. Como se torna pateticamente engraçado estarmos a mercê do destino, ou como gostam de chamá-lo. Somos marionetes acreditando ter controle sobre nossas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-2805641898892370278?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/2805641898892370278/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/09/para-onde-voce-vai.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/2805641898892370278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/2805641898892370278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/09/para-onde-voce-vai.html' title='Para onde você vai?'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/Sq6nLbp_qiI/AAAAAAAAASk/wzbgrZV3A7g/s72-c/caminho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5905640980518779657.post-7933612297735109018</id><published>2009-09-11T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:27:26.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SqqtE0SkNWI/AAAAAAAAARw/MNCbH7OE0-s/s1600-h/cidade.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380303003115074914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SqqtE0SkNWI/AAAAAAAAARw/MNCbH7OE0-s/s320/cidade.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;cresce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, perde o charme, ganha sofisticação, perde gente, ganha gente, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;resce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, perde verde, ganha cinza, perde portas, ganha janelas,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;cresce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, te engole.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5905640980518779657-7933612297735109018?l=jujoia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/feeds/7933612297735109018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/09/cidade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/7933612297735109018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5905640980518779657/posts/default/7933612297735109018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jujoia.blogspot.com/2009/09/cidade.html' title='Cidade'/><author><name>eu:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00736328177612494508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/S2CJJRrDC5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnmmGDXmN9w/S220/14edit2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTY4aLq0XdI/SqqtE0SkNWI/AAAAAAAAARw/MNCbH7OE0-s/s72-c/cidade.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
