tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37479130092690780242024-02-07T22:29:36.770-03:00tropeçosJoanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714218382628843241noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747913009269078024.post-10862411642175439202011-02-21T14:59:00.000-03:002011-02-21T14:59:15.466-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/FNqtQjuG6XA?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />
<br />
<br />
I heard that you're settled down, <br />
That you found a girl and you're married now, <br />
I heard that your dreams came true, <br />
Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you, <br />
Old friend, why are you so shy? <br />
Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light, <br />
<br />
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited, <br />
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it, <br />
I had hoped you'd see my face, <br />
And that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over, <br />
<br />
Never mind, I'll find someone like you, <br />
I wish nothing but the best for you, too, <br />
Don't forget me, I beg, <br />
I remember you said, <br />
"Sometimes it lasts in love, <br />
But sometimes it hurts instead," <br />
Sometimes it lasts in love, <br />
But sometimes it hurts instead, yeah, <br />
<br />
You know how the time flies, <br />
Only yesterday was the time of our lives, <br />
We were born and raised in a summer haze, <br />
Bound by the surprise of our glory days, <br />
<br />
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited, <br />
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it, <br />
I had hoped you'd see my face, <br />
And that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over, <br />
<span style="color: #888888; font-size: 0.75em;"></span><br />
Never mind, I'll find someone like you, <br />
I wish nothing but the best for you, too, <br />
Don't forget me, I beg, <br />
I remember you said, <br />
"Sometimes it lasts in love, <br />
But sometimes it hurts instead," <br />
<br />
Nothing compares, <br />
No worries or cares, <br />
Regrets and mistakes, they're memories made, <br />
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste? <br />
<br />
Nevermind, I'll find someone like you, <br />
I wish nothing but the best for you, <br />
Don't forget me, I beg, <br />
I remember you said, <br />
"Sometimes it lasts in love, <br />
But sometimes it hurts instead," <br />
<br />
Nevermind, I'll find someone like you, <br />
I wish nothing but the best for you, too, <br />
Don't forget me, I beg, <br />
I remember you said, <br />
"Sometimes it lasts in love, <br />
But sometimes it hurts instead," <br />
Sometimes it lasts in love, <br />
But sometimes it hurts instead.Joanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714218382628843241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747913009269078024.post-72057941748536150442010-11-01T23:17:00.001-02:002010-11-01T23:17:33.723-02:00this is it for me.<br />
you´re it for me.Joanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714218382628843241noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747913009269078024.post-47595610651987500892010-10-20T09:43:00.001-02:002010-10-20T09:43:43.880-02:00you may say i´m a dreamer...Joanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714218382628843241noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747913009269078024.post-368991797080294712010-10-19T11:07:00.001-02:002010-10-19T11:07:54.060-02:00you´ve broke my heart.Joanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714218382628843241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747913009269078024.post-23541242466544381022010-10-18T15:06:00.001-02:002010-10-18T15:06:42.800-02:00you need to not exist.Joanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714218382628843241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747913009269078024.post-39641634815114065442010-10-09T19:24:00.000-03:002010-10-09T19:24:36.047-03:00Me delicio com sotaques<br />
com as diferentes voltas que cada língua pode dar<br />
ao pronunciar uma mesma palavra<br />
<br />
E cada vez que ouço um desses sons diferentes<br />
me pego tentando imitá-lo<br />
tentando falar como se fosse de outro lugar<br />
com outras histórias a contarJoanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714218382628843241noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747913009269078024.post-75797538169261696402010-06-10T14:39:00.000-03:002010-06-10T14:39:23.764-03:00já me viu inventar pessoas?<br />
pois invento.<br />
<br />
algumas com fundo de verdade, baseadas em fatos reais.<br />
mas as semelhanças se quedam por aí.<br />
uma fala que foi dita, um hábito que possui, a forma de reagir quando constrangida.<br />
<br />
o resto é meu invento. e como invento.Joanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714218382628843241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747913009269078024.post-22302788763735814982010-04-24T13:36:00.002-03:002010-04-24T13:36:27.483-03:00pela chance de conhecer o mundo também com os seus olhos.Joanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714218382628843241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747913009269078024.post-28173863606716046072010-03-27T12:40:00.001-03:002010-03-27T13:02:09.730-03:00dos sonhos (ou à parte isso, tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo.)<blockquote><div style="font-family: inherit;">"Mas eu sou pobre e só tenho os meus sonhos.</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Deitei-os todos aos teus pés.</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Pisa com cuidado,</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">é nos meus sonhos que estás a pisar."</div><i style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #666600;">(W. B. Yeats)</span></i> </blockquote><br />
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Eu nem sei se ele faz de propósito<br />
ou se, sem se dar conta,<br />
tem vontade de me beijar a canela<br />
com um beijinho carinhoso e tenro<br />
bem onde a tatuagem fica<br />
<br />
Eu lhe disse um dia<br />
que também era para ele a tatuagem<br />
que, embora há tempos o desenho fora escolhido, não era feito<br />
Até que sonhei com ele<br />
<br />
E fez sentido colocar o sonho em mim<br />
Dizer que sonho,<br />
mesmo com o que não parece possível.Joanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714218382628843241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747913009269078024.post-53080179183330954012010-03-09T11:29:00.001-03:002010-03-09T11:32:51.465-03:00i do procastine, in the most nerd ways<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOBwBwx4qu6ASjsluCHy3fDyTCMzjT5DEPZm4DWvio0TdoJbDyyHUn1C_-DiVMQ9fQTgeuhBi3S1fF2CeeCKlGhLa7YZG_6z4pUz9E0lRf8LA7hl69rgAYjvdLA-gr6faGUAw_qIo4Xw8/s1600-h/grafico+dissertacao+07032010.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOBwBwx4qu6ASjsluCHy3fDyTCMzjT5DEPZm4DWvio0TdoJbDyyHUn1C_-DiVMQ9fQTgeuhBi3S1fF2CeeCKlGhLa7YZG_6z4pUz9E0lRf8LA7hl69rgAYjvdLA-gr6faGUAw_qIo4Xw8/s320/grafico+dissertacao+07032010.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">só falta um.</div>Joanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714218382628843241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747913009269078024.post-17620557096403893052010-03-06T21:39:00.000-03:002010-03-06T21:39:03.530-03:00eu não tenho mais nada a ver com você.<br />
<br />
e isso pode ser lido de tantas formas.Joanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714218382628843241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747913009269078024.post-44254574210352091252010-03-04T13:25:00.002-03:002010-03-04T13:25:41.158-03:00dissertação<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizXceYCYtvPQW-9_brZh36DMUZd4Zh0K75UmL5JZB4bS0l1Q-ubZbn7m1UeC6jhgDnIIZWnJOxA7LfR52PiN-cYT9SeHGSsIx-0DU_Hx5NeMCFxIZDO-fTp7NnZLPQT2dMZd1gS6r-8vc/s1600-h/360-procrastination-cartoons.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizXceYCYtvPQW-9_brZh36DMUZd4Zh0K75UmL5JZB4bS0l1Q-ubZbn7m1UeC6jhgDnIIZWnJOxA7LfR52PiN-cYT9SeHGSsIx-0DU_Hx5NeMCFxIZDO-fTp7NnZLPQT2dMZd1gS6r-8vc/s320/360-procrastination-cartoons.gif" /></a></div>Joanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714218382628843241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747913009269078024.post-4136826624504468242010-03-03T10:35:00.002-03:002010-03-03T10:35:25.567-03:00we always bounce back<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT8p-dxL3omlqwjoyb6ZL1R9TyPRMw0GamnCNXAGai5y_9v3iohhaXCO1jTbmFUo_5MaTCtcpuuG82DAORAR3N019OWsS2-pONNrOD2VUi3yxQuvVdjmWFS6TxUhJtsAwlRDG4sq8hlZ0/s1600-h/200326129-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT8p-dxL3omlqwjoyb6ZL1R9TyPRMw0GamnCNXAGai5y_9v3iohhaXCO1jTbmFUo_5MaTCtcpuuG82DAORAR3N019OWsS2-pONNrOD2VUi3yxQuvVdjmWFS6TxUhJtsAwlRDG4sq8hlZ0/s320/200326129-001.jpg" /></a></div>Joanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714218382628843241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747913009269078024.post-79687733217226873082010-02-25T08:21:00.006-03:002010-02-25T08:34:20.269-03:00<object height="200" width="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b6GpCETjqpc&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b6GpCETjqpc&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="344" height="300"></embed></object>Joanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714218382628843241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747913009269078024.post-16959500520255461762010-02-02T15:39:00.000-02:002010-02-02T15:39:03.425-02:00let me make the same mistakes over and over again.<br />
<br />
for as long as it´s still fun for me.<br />
and that doesn´t take long.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaqGpjPgtNjsuI8R-lexr9nyFkg4hNOVibttpjjeRdTNPCR-t1LR9Mvwrw7ZT-Fr3W1kaqDrcTdGu142hXSZC7VWqcFWYJN9Hpji8we71zGGviJr5VmxQpf17_CwLyfLG75bW0Dgp4muc/s1600-h/95764204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaqGpjPgtNjsuI8R-lexr9nyFkg4hNOVibttpjjeRdTNPCR-t1LR9Mvwrw7ZT-Fr3W1kaqDrcTdGu142hXSZC7VWqcFWYJN9Hpji8we71zGGviJr5VmxQpf17_CwLyfLG75bW0Dgp4muc/s320/95764204.jpg" /></a></div>Joanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714218382628843241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747913009269078024.post-11302920652167144052009-12-20T13:23:00.001-02:002009-12-20T20:02:09.199-02:00mais cozinha<div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">Receita do fim de semana: quiche de gorgonzola com nozes.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">Ficou bem bom!<br />
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</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNC00paDJ25dFro0P8w0UGaZULKuEWolhU7naNRKGY4p0ufY5kQddI38Gc8bFm2QSIMteqAqBazZRVQp70Vw-gb3M21Ppzf3x5IsJ4ypps8FoiIblZctiK6-g2q1qALiCDKGtGJfoWPLc/s1600-h/091219_210938.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNC00paDJ25dFro0P8w0UGaZULKuEWolhU7naNRKGY4p0ufY5kQddI38Gc8bFm2QSIMteqAqBazZRVQp70Vw-gb3M21Ppzf3x5IsJ4ypps8FoiIblZctiK6-g2q1qALiCDKGtGJfoWPLc/s320/091219_210938.jpg" /></a>Joanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714218382628843241noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747913009269078024.post-87989171413981679102009-12-15T11:49:00.001-02:002009-12-15T11:50:13.753-02:00o início de uma campanha<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Acho que deveríamos aproveitar melhor esse negócio de variação hormonal todo mês. Aproveitar essa raivinha das coisas - animadas ou inanimadas - que nos vêm nessa época.<br />
Da forma mais destrutiva possível (porque, vamos combinar, de forma construtiva é bem difícil...).<br />
Com direito a não deixar o motorista espertinho te ultrapassar pela direita, reclamar do moço do computador que continua sem consertar o que você já explicou pra ele e, <i>quiçá</i>, xingar a jovem senhorinha que acha que o cachorro dela é de porcelana!<br />
Embrace these moments! And blame it on the hormones...<br />
Eu acho que é o início de um forte movimento pós-moderno feminista. (Não, não é não, mas é divertido.)Joanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714218382628843241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747913009269078024.post-41246464188478286222009-12-14T18:40:00.000-02:002009-12-14T18:40:28.860-02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbLfPnWZEKSVFZPpRMZqoK6_DkvG87eHS-ljPFo1qxaVt_ErC-4n0c69vPvpxWHvu0qmwvEYccAHaKNt01aWOuFkBtR9oOeXG_vqslyV6KgTKoYBTuiFYKSKbzIaTpsuXTNzOQPl8wGfA/s1600-h/091214_182712.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbLfPnWZEKSVFZPpRMZqoK6_DkvG87eHS-ljPFo1qxaVt_ErC-4n0c69vPvpxWHvu0qmwvEYccAHaKNt01aWOuFkBtR9oOeXG_vqslyV6KgTKoYBTuiFYKSKbzIaTpsuXTNzOQPl8wGfA/s320/091214_182712.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Daqui a pouco vira blog de culinária, mas eu ando numa onda de cozinheira...<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hoje foram cookies! Tão gostosinhos!<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Fiz só meia receita, porque sabia que rendia muito, and I cannot be trusted near cookies!!!<br />
</div>Joanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714218382628843241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747913009269078024.post-52183252867039298362009-12-05T17:02:00.001-02:002009-12-05T17:06:19.305-02:00os momentos felizeseu tinha isso escrito num antigo blog:<br />
<blockquote>é que eu vi na oprah que a gente deve anotar os momentos felizes, pra que a gente possa saber o que nos faz feliz.<br />
e também que sorrir é uma boa forma de meditação.<br />
</blockquote><br />
e percebi que tinha me esquecido. mas parece uma dica tão boa.<br />
hoje é um dia de chuva, dia de me concentrar em estudos, mas um pouco de digressão é sempre bom.<br />
foto de um quadrinho que eu fiz, as ilustrações são de uma artista que parece bem legal chamada <a href="http://www.cosasminimas.com/">Blanca Gómez</a>. Não tá ótimo, mas foi o primeiro.<br />
<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">hoje fiz panquecas, na continuação das minhas aventuras culinárias (já fiz nhoque de batata baroa e molho bolonhesa! - receitas do <a href="http://blogquitandoca.blogspot.com/">Blog Quintandoca).</a><br />
</div>Joanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714218382628843241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747913009269078024.post-82009545955083244622009-12-04T14:23:00.002-02:002009-12-04T14:23:30.498-02:00<blockquote>And you can see my heart beating<br />
You can see it through my chest<br />
Said I'm terrified but I'm not leaving<br />
I Know that I must pass this test<br />
</blockquote>Joanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714218382628843241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747913009269078024.post-39393707977335506532009-12-02T21:48:00.000-02:002009-12-02T21:49:08.508-02:00enough already, eu quero dizer.Joanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714218382628843241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747913009269078024.post-17220951283701567952009-11-23T14:34:00.005-02:002009-11-23T14:51:41.103-02:00Difícil estar num dia bom o suficiente pra poder ouvir uma música triste assim e continuar bem. Mas hoje eu estou. Por enquanto, <i>at least</i>. Tudo vai depender de quantas vezes eu vou me fazer repetir esta bela e triste canção. <i>But I should never think of spring</i>. Mas eu penso.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; line-height: 26px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:23px;">I Get Along Without You Very Well</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; line-height: 26px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:23px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(183, 183, 0); font-style: normal; line-height: 20px; font-size:18px;"><a id="identificador_artista" href="http://letras.terra.com.br/chet-baker/" style="color: rgb(183, 183, 0); font-size: 13.5pt; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none; ">Chet Baker</a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; line-height: 26px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:23px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(183, 183, 0); font-style: normal; line-height: 20px; font-size:18px;"><a id="identificador_artista" href="http://letras.terra.com.br/chet-baker/" style="color: rgb(183, 183, 0); font-size: 13.5pt; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none; "></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 15px; font-size:11px;">Composição: Jane Brown Thompson and Hoagy Carmichael<br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:11px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:11px;"><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:15.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";font-size:10.0pt;color:#555555;">I get along without you very well, of course I do;<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:15.0pt;border-style: initial;border-color:initial;"><span lang="EN-US" style=" Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";font-size:10.0pt;color:#555555;">Except when soft rains fall and drip from leaves, then I recall<br />The thrill of being sheltered in your arms, of course I do.<br />But I get along without you very well.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:15.0pt;border-style: initial;border-color:initial;"><span lang="EN-US" style=" Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";font-size:10.0pt;color:#555555;">I've forgotten you, just like I should, of course I have;<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:15.0pt;border-style: initial;border-color:initial;"><span lang="EN-US" style=" Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";font-size:10.0pt;color:#555555;">Except to hear your name, or someone's laugh that is the same.<br />But I've forgotten you just like I should.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:15.0pt;border-style: initial;border-color:initial;"><span lang="EN-US" style=" Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";font-size:10.0pt;color:#555555;">What a guy! What a fool am I?<br />To think my breaking heart could kid the moon.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:15.0pt;border-style: initial;border-color:initial;"><span lang="EN-US" style=" Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";font-size:10.0pt;color:#555555;">What's in store? Should I 'phone once more?<br />No, it's best that I stick to my tune.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:15.0pt;border-style: initial;border-color:initial;"><span lang="EN-US" style=" Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";font-size:10.0pt;color:#555555;">I get along without you very well, of course I do;<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:15.0pt;border-style: initial;border-color:initial;"><span lang="EN-US" style=" Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:";font-size:10.0pt;color:#555555;">Except perhaps in spring, but I should never think of spring<br />For that would surely break my heart in two.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:15.0pt;border-style: initial;border-color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#555555;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:15.0pt;border-style: initial;border-color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IgbPHTBiAVQ&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IgbPHTBiAVQ&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></span></p></span></span></div>Joanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714218382628843241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747913009269078024.post-77869940527053257462009-11-20T00:36:00.001-02:002009-11-20T00:36:55.778-02:00é que não é fácil ter dúvidas.Joanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714218382628843241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747913009269078024.post-14483359584628370512009-11-06T11:07:00.002-02:002009-11-06T11:12:16.918-02:00i am not your doormat.<div>foi um passeio difícil dia desses, que o ibama não queria presença da pequena foquinha aparentemente. e eu te pergunto, por que? bichinho em extinção ela!</div><div><br /></div><div>mas não tem problema, da próxima ela vai disfarçada de tamanduá bandeira. com direito a caça de formigas.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnSP2QFYdZf4LcEjCQdquZkUeHuvdZwV9FrcHKPQcDuA7aiTYyCRZxYvEgAyh3bg7f1Bp9t6vxjyWTkwcWVUdU_3-vE32rxKL_Dh1aQNsXA4MnrBAURle4Qn9-cR9BZ8duI_AWMcA4IiM/s1600-h/eu+sou+um+tamandua+bandeira.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnSP2QFYdZf4LcEjCQdquZkUeHuvdZwV9FrcHKPQcDuA7aiTYyCRZxYvEgAyh3bg7f1Bp9t6vxjyWTkwcWVUdU_3-vE32rxKL_Dh1aQNsXA4MnrBAURle4Qn9-cR9BZ8duI_AWMcA4IiM/s320/eu+sou+um+tamandua+bandeira.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400976722208886914" /></a>Joanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714218382628843241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747913009269078024.post-71289555681242588582009-11-06T10:30:00.002-02:002009-11-06T10:45:57.594-02:00Unstable childhood. I get calm in a crisis.Acho que vale a pena tentar ser mais clara. O título vem de um episódio de Grey´s Anatomy, cultura pop, portanto. Gostei, fez sentido.<br /><br />Mas podia ter o título de "Ela não recebe exatamente o que você acha que está dando".<br />Uma vida meio telefone sem fio, não acha?<br />Eu já tinha entendido a parte de que cada um sente diferente, vive diferente, enfim, experiências são únicas, o que é importante para alguém, pode não ser pra você. ok.<br /><br />Deve ser como entregar um vasinho de flores, imaginando um belo gramado verde, mas na pessoa chegarem uns espinhozinhos ressequidos. Bummer.<br /><br />Ruim pros dois.<br /><br />Tudo culpa da terceirização... Depois de call-centers que nada resolvem, ainda me entregam espinhos no lugar de belas flores... Onde esse mundo vai parar?<br /><br /><blockquote>And I can't,<br />Breathe,<br />Without you,<br />But I have to,<br />Breathe,<br />Without you,<br />But I have to.</blockquote><br /><br />A little more pop culture só pra encerrar, pela jovem Taylor Swift.Joanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01714218382628843241noreply@blogger.com1