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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AT2tUxdK6mLU73VM_Lt3Yvr0ggQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AT2tUxdK6mLU73VM_Lt3Yvr0ggQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JardimNavarro/~4/REgChivR_m4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jardimnavarro.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-primeiro-amor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EER309fip7ImA9WhdWFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178136690959406414.post-3528082156588654064</id><published>2011-09-06T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T22:20:06.366-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-08T22:20:06.366-07:00</app:edited><title>Olá!?!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jardimnavarro.blogspot.com/feeds/3528082156588654064/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=178136690959406414&amp;postID=3528082156588654064" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/178136690959406414/posts/default/3528082156588654064?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/178136690959406414/posts/default/3528082156588654064?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JardimNavarro/~3/YoZCfo607HE/ola.html" title="Olá!?!" /><author><name>Criska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04203323726845434234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QWAMsfNfFc/SOyxkKGhhXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lU51dMofBt8/S220/IMG_0859.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fmGD7tIzohc/TmYM1I2FpOI/AAAAAAAAAgc/thQP4g8GyOI/s72-c/espiar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Olá! Alguém ainda passa por aqui? Faz tempo que não escrevo. Andei olhando os blogs dos meus amigos, muitos tão desatualizados quanto o meu. Mas, aí encontrei um herói da resistência: o Ravi, casado com a pequena Soraya e pai do pequeno Artur e da pequeníssima Hannah (nascida no Canadá). Um cara sempre alto astral e bem humorado que mudou com a família para Calgary e, após 4 anos, retorna ao 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d6oo_0caXFBlCvv5VF06YD4gdvk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d6oo_0caXFBlCvv5VF06YD4gdvk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JardimNavarro/~4/fH6sjUMNwkI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jardimnavarro.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-quero-minha-mae.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcNQH8yeCp7ImA9WxNRGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178136690959406414.post-5822116941431207780</id><published>2009-09-13T06:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T06:54:51.190-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-13T06:54:51.190-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Feminino" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflexão" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Opinião" /><title>O que fazer quando se leva um FORA?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jardimnavarro.blogspot.com/feeds/5822116941431207780/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=178136690959406414&amp;postID=5822116941431207780" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/178136690959406414/posts/default/5822116941431207780?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/178136690959406414/posts/default/5822116941431207780?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JardimNavarro/~3/MOX9NKinFds/o-que-fazer-quando-se-leva-um-fora_13.html" title="O que fazer quando se leva um FORA?" /><author><name>Criska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04203323726845434234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QWAMsfNfFc/SOyxkKGhhXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lU51dMofBt8/S220/IMG_0859.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QWAMsfNfFc/Sqz5U8a337I/AAAAAAAAAa4/LaReOF-B9jw/s72-c/coracao-partido.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Um amiga estava na fossa. Levou um fora do cara com quem estava saindo.Quem nunca levou um fora? Nessas horas...O amigo íntimo diz:- Chame seu amigo mais canalha para beber até cair. Ele vai lhe sacanear tanto lembrando de como o cara é um filho da P***, zoar com sua cara e lhe deixar com uma baita ressaca moral que só de pensar naquele cafajeste, você vomita.A amiga diz:- Putz! Vamos sair para 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MJOl5D-vVxLl5x1FFBvo5MLB0o4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MJOl5D-vVxLl5x1FFBvo5MLB0o4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JardimNavarro/~4/MOX9NKinFds" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jardimnavarro.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-que-fazer-quando-se-leva-um-fora_13.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8GR306eSp7ImA9WxNRGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178136690959406414.post-9091634389809850693</id><published>2009-09-11T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T19:10:26.311-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-12T19:10:26.311-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cultura" /><title>A Carta</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jardimnavarro.blogspot.com/feeds/9091634389809850693/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=178136690959406414&amp;postID=9091634389809850693" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/178136690959406414/posts/default/9091634389809850693?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/178136690959406414/posts/default/9091634389809850693?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JardimNavarro/~3/j5ixYgmvm_Y/carta.html" title="A Carta" /><author><name>Criska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04203323726845434234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QWAMsfNfFc/SOyxkKGhhXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lU51dMofBt8/S220/IMG_0859.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QWAMsfNfFc/SqsN5tBvSHI/AAAAAAAAAao/MAkZZq1RB88/s72-c/japones.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Uma surpresa para mim na caixa dos correios.É a resposta sobre a bolsa de estudos que estou peiteando para o Japão.O que diz a carta? Eu não sei. Está em japonês.Ela só tem dois parágrafos. Uma eu entendi, nela se agradece por eu ter me inscrito. Mas justamente a parte que diz se fui ou não aprovada, não compreendi.Então, vou levar a carta para minha professora de japonês traduzir neste 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qESqoRvDky7IauODGELsa0PNHdQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qESqoRvDky7IauODGELsa0PNHdQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JardimNavarro/~4/j5ixYgmvm_Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jardimnavarro.blogspot.com/2009/09/carta.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQMQH08cSp7ImA9WxNREk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178136690959406414.post-375909521970660939</id><published>2009-09-04T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T19:16:21.379-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-05T19:16:21.379-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Histórias do Metrô" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sexo" /><title>Calcinha Amarela no Metrô</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jardimnavarro.blogspot.com/feeds/375909521970660939/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=178136690959406414&amp;postID=375909521970660939" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/178136690959406414/posts/default/375909521970660939?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/178136690959406414/posts/default/375909521970660939?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JardimNavarro/~3/hKQNSyuNPkA/calcinha-amarela-no-metro.html" title="Calcinha Amarela no Metrô" /><author><name>Criska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04203323726845434234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QWAMsfNfFc/SOyxkKGhhXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lU51dMofBt8/S220/IMG_0859.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QWAMsfNfFc/SqF9SXQOGsI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/VuHYjvEP-C8/s72-c/metro_2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">Ontem, a caminho do metrô, eu vi a coisa mais esdrúxula que jamais imaginei ver pessoalmente.Um homem, jovem, aparentando uns 30 anos, de mochila nas costas, trajando um jeans, camiseta amarela e tênis. Uma pessoa comum.Ele caminhava na mesma rua que eu, ia na minha frente em direção à estação do metrô. Atravessou as ruas nos mesmos lugares que sempre atravesso, ia na mesma velocidade. Fui 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-hxGegMtn7bxj1xh6Dvs6HX8r6s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-hxGegMtn7bxj1xh6Dvs6HX8r6s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JardimNavarro/~4/hKQNSyuNPkA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://jardimnavarro.blogspot.com/2009/09/calcinha-amarela-no-metro.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMERHs4eCp7ImA9WxNREk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178136690959406414.post-9113303194133563296</id><published>2009-08-30T16:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T19:16:45.530-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-05T19:16:45.530-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cultura" /><title>Estudando idiomas</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jardimnavarro.blogspot.com/feeds/9113303194133563296/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=178136690959406414&amp;postID=9113303194133563296" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/178136690959406414/posts/default/9113303194133563296?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/178136690959406414/posts/default/9113303194133563296?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JardimNavarro/~3/kzz6JF1-tP8/estudando-idiomas.html" title="Estudando idiomas" /><author><name>Criska</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04203323726845434234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QWAMsfNfFc/SOyxkKGhhXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lU51dMofBt8/S220/IMG_0859.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QWAMsfNfFc/Spse4BSyC2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/Qh5dRYn3MvA/s72-c/mundo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Estou fazendo dois cursos de idioma. Inglês porque preciso de qualquer jeito e japonês para resgatar a cultura de minha outra metade (a menos usada). Se eu passar no mestrado ou na seleção de bolsas no exterior, vou usá-los. Se não passar, ao menos serei uma pessoa um pouco mais culta.De segunda a sexta-feira só penso em inglês, frequento as aulas do intensivão, faço exercícios e demoro uns 10 
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