<?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-1698229439293420458</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:59:21.254-07:00</updated><category term='paramore oh star estrela julie'/><category term='coelho bunny rabbit donnie darko music musica filme 100 monkeys julie'/><category term='my sweet song musica toby lightman'/><title type='text'>- - hypnotic - -</title><subtitle type='html'>...i'm sitting in a room...made up of only big white walls... &lt;br&gt;[paramore - fences]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchselfishness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698229439293420458/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchselfishness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Juliana Rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03512512698365910080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698229439293420458.post-4749735578664282946</id><published>2009-06-23T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:03:09.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escrevo, de um jeito perfeito de escrever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Imagem do filme &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cashback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - RECOMENDO!&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem gosta de arte e de filmes diferenciados, com histórias simples e de tema bem diverso.&lt;br /&gt;Um Drama-Comédia, muitooo bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gVJ1FycXXI/SkGVDMjskDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/92sJ0DsmtF8/s1600-h/Cashback4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gVJ1FycXXI/SkGVDMjskDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/92sJ0DsmtF8/s400/Cashback4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350721714435952690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="style5"&gt;Ben Willis (Sean Biggerstaff) é um estudante de artes que passa a sofrer de insônia, após terminar com sua namorada Suzy (Michelle Ryan). Como permanece acordado, ele decide arrumar um emprego em um supermercado 24 horas. Lá ele passa a observar as pessoas à sua volta, usando a imaginação para criar uma nova perspectiva sobre tudo. Porém entre as várias pessoas que encontra ele tem uma atenção especial para Sharon Pintey (Emilia Fox), uma tímida caixa que trabalha com ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;(fonte: Adoro Cinema.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, de um jeito contraditório de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Odeio, de um jeito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;oposto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; de se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;odiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; jeito inverso de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;lembrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mas ao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;contrário&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Juliana R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698229439293420458-4749735578664282946?l=suchselfishness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchselfishness.blogspot.com/feeds/4749735578664282946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchselfishness.blogspot.com/2009/06/escrevo-de-um-jeito-perfeito-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698229439293420458/posts/default/4749735578664282946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698229439293420458/posts/default/4749735578664282946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchselfishness.blogspot.com/2009/06/escrevo-de-um-jeito-perfeito-de.html' title='Escrevo, de um jeito perfeito de escrever.'/><author><name>Juliana Rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03512512698365910080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gVJ1FycXXI/SkGVDMjskDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/92sJ0DsmtF8/s72-c/Cashback4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698229439293420458.post-5747182741221619253</id><published>2009-04-20T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:13:33.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coelho bunny rabbit donnie darko music musica filme 100 monkeys julie'/><title type='text'>bunny jello - what?</title><content type='html'>♣ &lt;em&gt;Listen: 100 monkeys - Jello.&lt;/em&gt; ♣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geraldpeary.com/reviews/def/donnie-darko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://www.geraldpeary.com/reviews/def/donnie-darko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Assisti Donnie Darko hoje, e meu deus que filme muitoooooooooo foda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorei a história, é uma coisa a se pensar mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme é muito bem feito, tudo bem bolado, a trilha sonora é show.&lt;br /&gt;A passagem de cenas é muito boa, uma cena vai indo lenta ou mais rapida, é muito bom, adorei, indico ele pra quem gosta de um bom filme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinopse:&lt;/strong&gt; Donnie Darko é o típico adolescente perturbado de classe média. Após escapar por pouco da morte por ter ouvido um coelho do tamanho de um homem adulto, Donnie é convencido por este mesmo coelho, de aparência perturbadora, a criar o caos. O filme é um quebra-cabeça temporal, e pode ser interpretado sob diferentes formas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;✖-------------------✖----------------------✖&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou empolgada e criativa, quero fazer um pouco de tudo no momento, como por exemplo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8gVJ1FycXXI/Se1ak8Xy6eI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kQxfMUvGU6E/s1600-h/music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327013524976888290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8gVJ1FycXXI/Se1ak8Xy6eI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kQxfMUvGU6E/s320/music.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Montar uma banda&lt;br /&gt;- Escrever Musicas&lt;br /&gt;- Fazer desenhos&lt;br /&gt;- Tirar fotos criativas e diferentes&lt;br /&gt;- Aprender a tocar piano&lt;br /&gt;- Fazer um bolo&lt;br /&gt;- Escrever um livro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;ATENÇÃO&lt;/strong&gt;: mudo se assunto rápido, não se perca!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas acima de tudo isso eu quero sonhar. aiai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para melhor explicação:&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou uma pessoa Viciada em sonhar. Não em dormir, e sim em sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;Sonho dormindo e sonho acordada quando bem quero.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes fico até "perdida", como se estivesse dormindo acordada, por vezes noto que quando sonho acordada é como se eu agisse no "Piloto Automatico", e é como se eu tivesse "vendo" tudo com uma camada fina de nevoa, tudo meio distante, é incrivel a que ponto eu chego de estar em "transe" por assim dizer, eu ando automaticamente o meu caminho e quando vejo onde estou eu me surpreendo.&lt;br /&gt;É incrivel, e eu adoro, como disse, um vicio!&lt;br /&gt;Não acho que vai me atrapalhar....só se eu estiver tão distante que me perca de verdade! hauihsiha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é isso, quem dera se todo mundo fosse um pouco mais sonhador...ou seria tudo lindo maravilhoso, ou um desastre hmm, pensando bem, esta bom do jeito que esta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✖ ---------------------✖ ----------------------- ✖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more bunny ears! - By Julie - revisada por Matheus (vlwww!!!&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting quiet at the garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you came close to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i was carrying a carrot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you had long ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you thought something funny to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;now my memories are burning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i can't remember what you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i remember that i laughed so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and your black eyes blinked to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you came to my place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and drank a cup of tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;we went to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and you was such a bad rabbit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wake up with the sun in my face&lt;br /&gt;no rabbit in my bed&lt;br /&gt;just the pieces of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;that you chewed with your rabbit teeths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;UOW!&lt;br /&gt;Escrevi uma musica! iaushuaihsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gostei! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/1698229439293420458-5747182741221619253?l=suchselfishness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchselfishness.blogspot.com/feeds/5747182741221619253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchselfishness.blogspot.com/2009/04/jello.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698229439293420458/posts/default/5747182741221619253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698229439293420458/posts/default/5747182741221619253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchselfishness.blogspot.com/2009/04/jello.html' title='bunny jello - what?'/><author><name>Juliana Rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03512512698365910080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8gVJ1FycXXI/Se1ak8Xy6eI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kQxfMUvGU6E/s72-c/music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698229439293420458.post-9100307339331516126</id><published>2009-04-13T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:48:36.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sweet song musica toby lightman'/><title type='text'>sweet sweet song ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8gVJ1FycXXI/SeOdZG9l_eI/AAAAAAAAAEY/TilM6rv8qsA/s1600-h/0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324272239173303778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8gVJ1FycXXI/SeOdZG9l_eI/AAAAAAAAAEY/TilM6rv8qsA/s400/0065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8gVJ1FycXXI/SeObve79F_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NxZzMnRye2o/s1600-h/596.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;guess&lt;/span&gt; i'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stuck&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;someday&lt;/span&gt;, i'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;find&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; i'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;looking&lt;/span&gt; for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;won&lt;/span&gt;'t &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;sound&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;sosad&lt;/span&gt; no more ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Toby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Lightman&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Song&lt;/span&gt; ] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;__________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;por hoje é só isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;s&gt;desculpa&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;postagem&lt;/span&gt; esfarrapada pra "tapa-buraco" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/1698229439293420458-9100307339331516126?l=suchselfishness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchselfishness.blogspot.com/feeds/9100307339331516126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchselfishness.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-sweet-song-guess-im-stuck-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698229439293420458/posts/default/9100307339331516126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698229439293420458/posts/default/9100307339331516126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchselfishness.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-sweet-song-guess-im-stuck-with-you.html' title='sweet sweet song ~'/><author><name>Juliana Rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03512512698365910080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8gVJ1FycXXI/SeOdZG9l_eI/AAAAAAAAAEY/TilM6rv8qsA/s72-c/0065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698229439293420458.post-4919361559347306026</id><published>2009-01-05T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:39:26.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paramore oh star estrela julie'/><title type='text'>oh star fall down on me...let me make a wish upon you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gVJ1FycXXI/SWIm_9sW-FI/AAAAAAAAADI/IHJdyhddXlQ/s1600-h/0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287831792820615250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gVJ1FycXXI/SWIm_9sW-FI/AAAAAAAAADI/IHJdyhddXlQ/s400/0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gVJ1FycXXI/SWIm4gRDXZI/AAAAAAAAADA/0q91LT7KhSQ/s1600-h/0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh star...fall down on me...let me make a wish upon you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[paramore - oh star ] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- Sim, eu gosto de paramore. As músicas tem letras lindas. - - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria tanto que desse para se ver mais estrelas aqui na cidade de carros. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É tão bom quando você lê um livro e ele descreve as estrelas do lugar/da cena, dá vontade de deitar na grama e olhar pro céu estrelado, mas aqui eu tenho dois problemas; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- Não tem grama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- Muito menos estrela. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta legal, pra não ser tão radicalll, &lt;em&gt;tem &lt;/em&gt;estrelas, mas são pouquissimas, e das mais populares por assim dizer. Um exemplo: três marias. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não que eu não goste das três marias, coitadas, não me fizeram mal algum! Mas simplesmente me cansa...melhor dizendo, me &lt;strong&gt;cansei &lt;/strong&gt;delas mandando no céu daqui. São elas e alguns pontos perdidos no imenso azul escuro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero muito viajar, ver as verdadeiras estrelas que existem no vasto universo. (Ok! Sem piadas do tipo: "Vai ser astronauta." Essa ja ta fora de moda.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas não é só pelas simples estrelas, também tem as estrelas cadentes, que cá entre nós é um sonho de infância vê-las. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem nunca quis fazer, ou fez, um pedido a uma estrela cadente?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem coisa mais gostosa, ou melhor, coisa mais inocente, do que fazer um pedido a um rastro de luz a milhões de quilômetros de nós? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem nunca nomeu uma estrela como sendo sua? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca apontou para um pontinho de luz no infinito e deu-lhe um nome?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou simplesmente dedicou noites fazendo pedidos àquela luzinha?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confidenciou-lhe afeto, mesmo que só em pensamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, ai...como eu queria uma estrela pra chamar de &lt;strong&gt;minha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como &lt;s&gt;quero&lt;/s&gt; queria...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1698229439293420458-4919361559347306026?l=suchselfishness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchselfishness.blogspot.com/feeds/4919361559347306026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchselfishness.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-star-fall-down-on-melet-me-make-wish.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698229439293420458/posts/default/4919361559347306026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698229439293420458/posts/default/4919361559347306026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchselfishness.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-star-fall-down-on-melet-me-make-wish.html' title='oh star fall down on me...let me make a wish upon you...'/><author><name>Juliana Rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03512512698365910080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8gVJ1FycXXI/SWIm_9sW-FI/AAAAAAAAADI/IHJdyhddXlQ/s72-c/0045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698229439293420458.post-2888355724847047641</id><published>2009-01-03T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:39:01.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outro Conto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Garota sem Lágrimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez uma menininha que nunca chorava. Não porque não queria, ao contrario era quase um sonho, poder derramar lágrimas, mas não qualquer tipo de lágrima. Não eram de alegria, pois um sorriso bastava, nem de raiva, pois os gritos a faziam se expressar bem, mas lágrimas de tristeza, nunca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez mais triste do que &lt;em&gt;sentir &lt;/em&gt;a tristeza, era não poder expressa-la de outra forma.&lt;br /&gt;Palavras não bastavam, faltava algo mais...mais forte...mais sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela morava numa cidade onde só fazia sol. Todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;Isso só piorava seu humor, por que ela achava que se tivesse uma chuva seria como se chorasse. Como se cada gota que caisse fosse sua própria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A chuva nunca veio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passaram-se anos e anos e a menininha virou uma moça, com seus 15 anos ela cresceu e ainda assim nada, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;seca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma gota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia ela ficou doente. Muito doente. Os pais a levaram ao médico, e a noticia do Cancêr apavorou a familia.&lt;br /&gt;A garota ficou muito triste, pois não havia mais cura, no entanto, ela resolveu compensar todos anos em que ela ficou triste, por não coseguir chorar. Um motivo que agora parecia muito superficial, diante de tamanha desgraça. Ela resolveu que só iria sorrir, sempre, e assim não deixaria seus pais chorarem por ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Assim passou o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doença a consumia. Mas a garota só sorria, e nunca se queixava da dor.&lt;br /&gt;A chamaram de&lt;em&gt; forte.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rezaram para um milagre, uma esperança para tamanha &lt;em&gt;coragem&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre com um sorriso no rosto, até o final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até o final...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No décimo sexto aniversário ela faleceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então na cidade, choveu pela primeira vez...&lt;br /&gt;e pela segunda vez e &lt;strong&gt;para sempre&lt;/strong&gt; após essa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Juliana R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698229439293420458-2888355724847047641?l=suchselfishness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchselfishness.blogspot.com/feeds/2888355724847047641/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchselfishness.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-here-i-go-again-another-tale.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698229439293420458/posts/default/2888355724847047641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698229439293420458/posts/default/2888355724847047641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchselfishness.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-here-i-go-again-another-tale.html' title='Outro Conto'/><author><name>Juliana Rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03512512698365910080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698229439293420458.post-6877663297205432738</id><published>2009-01-03T04:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:38:36.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um pequeno Conto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;O Gato, a Velha e a Governanta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Então a velha senhora perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- O sol vai aparecer hoje?- Sim. Parece que vai. - disse a governanta, antes de sair do&lt;br /&gt;quarto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Na porta, o gato miou a espera de sua dona. A velha senhora então se sentou, a cama rangeu com o corpo de oitenta anos de doces e deliciosas comidas caseiras que a tornaram obesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O gato miou de novo, na esperança de ver as velhas pantufas da senhora atravessando a porta e assim recebendo-o em seus braços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O gato esperou, esperou e esperou, mas a velha senhora não apareceu, tampouco suas pantufas. O gato, impaciente miava e arranhava a porta, fechada, com suas pequenas unhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- A senhora vai descer? - gritou a governanta, la da sala, a espera da velha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas a resposta não veio. Assim como o gato, a impaciencia e a curiosidade lhe fizeram subir as escadas de novo. Agora com uma bandeja equilibrada nas mãos. Levaria o café da velha senhora, ja que a senhora parecia não querer descer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ao abrir a porta, o gato, agora parecendo feliz, ansiando seu carinho, pulou na cama da dona, que ja não estava la a sua espera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;BANG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A bandeja caiu no chão, a xícara, de porcelana fina, se espatifou molhando o piso de madeira com o café ainda quente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um grito apavorado da governanta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um corpo no chão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;     --&lt;/em&gt; Juliana R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698229439293420458-6877663297205432738?l=suchselfishness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchselfishness.blogspot.com/feeds/6877663297205432738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchselfishness.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-tale-um-pequeno-conto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698229439293420458/posts/default/6877663297205432738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698229439293420458/posts/default/6877663297205432738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchselfishness.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-tale-um-pequeno-conto.html' title='Um pequeno Conto.'/><author><name>Juliana Rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03512512698365910080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698229439293420458.post-4581735311692907049</id><published>2009-01-02T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:38:08.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;O Brasil...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é amor, familia e louvor&lt;br /&gt;é igreja, a fé e a crença,&lt;br /&gt;é o povo, igualdade e diferença&lt;br /&gt;é a música a cultura e a dança&lt;br /&gt;é Deus, paz e esperança&lt;br /&gt;é carnaval, é festa, é mudança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é norte, sul, leste e oeste&lt;br /&gt;é estrada, rua, é pedestre&lt;br /&gt;é feiura e beleza, é favela&lt;br /&gt;é saúde, é doença&lt;br /&gt;é choro e vela&lt;br /&gt;é felicidade e tristeza&lt;br /&gt;é riqueza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é samba é forró é chinelo&lt;br /&gt;é verde, azul e amarelo.&lt;br /&gt;é batida, é pulso é coração&lt;br /&gt;é maria, josé e joão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é sol, é terra, é calor&lt;br /&gt;é luz, sombra e cor&lt;br /&gt;é praia, é chuva, é mar&lt;br /&gt;é rir, ouvir e chorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- Juliana R.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698229439293420458-4581735311692907049?l=suchselfishness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suchselfishness.blogspot.com/feeds/4581735311692907049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suchselfishness.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-brasil.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698229439293420458/posts/default/4581735311692907049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1698229439293420458/posts/default/4581735311692907049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suchselfishness.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-brasil.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana Rosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03512512698365910080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
