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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v3QH2iZ9cjI/T0URH6-YIhI/AAAAAAAACLc/sHIpUkK9dYo/s1600/marco+zero.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v3QH2iZ9cjI/T0URH6-YIhI/AAAAAAAACLc/sHIpUkK9dYo/s200/marco+zero.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marco Zero, Carnaval do Recife 2012&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Acabou o Carnaval com uma linda queima de fogos de artifício no Marco Zero, ninguém tem mais desculpa, o ano começou oficialmente. Claro que há que se recuperar da festa, até porquê não é nada prático começar o ano todo estrupiado como é o caso da maior parte da população.&lt;br /&gt;
Só nos resta fazer uma contagem regressiva para o próximo carnaval, e uma mais urgente para o próximo feriado.&lt;br /&gt;
Feliz Ano Novo, meu povo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19523094-3897899997995481563?l=janlamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://janlamour.blogspot.com/feeds/3897899997995481563/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19523094&amp;postID=3897899997995481563&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/3897899997995481563?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/3897899997995481563?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Koukla/~3/BZaeCEkeigs/agora-sim.html" title="Agora sim!" /><author><name>Jannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745439992826492499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcWt_FzfB4o/ToB8DMnhRpI/AAAAAAAACBA/tvEEuFMafJU/s220/boca.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v3QH2iZ9cjI/T0URH6-YIhI/AAAAAAAACLc/sHIpUkK9dYo/s72-c/marco+zero.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://janlamour.blogspot.com/2012/02/agora-sim.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cBSXc7fSp7ImA9WhRaFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19523094.post-791701402457753018</id><published>2012-02-18T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T20:24:18.905-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-18T20:24:18.905-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eu mesma" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="carnaval" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recife" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joaninha" /><title>Uma verdadeira LADY...</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_OUsx7csEGs/T0BBBN-EhiI/AAAAAAAACLQ/hy29CE8SU4Q/s1600/DSC04680+(1024x768).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_OUsx7csEGs/T0BBBN-EhiI/AAAAAAAACLQ/hy29CE8SU4Q/s320/DSC04680+(1024x768).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
BUG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19523094-791701402457753018?l=janlamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://janlamour.blogspot.com/feeds/791701402457753018/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19523094&amp;postID=791701402457753018&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/791701402457753018?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/791701402457753018?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Koukla/~3/-IT4eE94rCw/uma-verdadeira-lady.html" title="Uma verdadeira LADY..." /><author><name>Jannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745439992826492499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcWt_FzfB4o/ToB8DMnhRpI/AAAAAAAACBA/tvEEuFMafJU/s220/boca.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_OUsx7csEGs/T0BBBN-EhiI/AAAAAAAACLQ/hy29CE8SU4Q/s72-c/DSC04680+(1024x768).jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://janlamour.blogspot.com/2012/02/uma-verdadeira-lady.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEAQHwzeyp7ImA9WhRaEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19523094.post-4935667364998260379</id><published>2012-02-14T08:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T08:30:41.283-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-14T08:30:41.283-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eu mesma" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><title>E por que não falar?!</title><content type="html">&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eIpgNYGpr6A/TzpSnH_2TrI/AAAAAAAACLI/KvnwzhyRqfQ/s1600/juan+y+yo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eIpgNYGpr6A/TzpSnH_2TrI/AAAAAAAACLI/KvnwzhyRqfQ/s200/juan+y+yo.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madrid, 14/02/2004&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Aqui todo o mundo e arredores sabe que o dia dos namorados é dia 12 de junho, dia que eu gosto muito já que é véspera do dia de São Toinho, santo da minha devoção que amo de paixão. Mas, e sempre há um "mas", não sei o que aconteceu na minha vida que já há alguns anos eu acabo comemorando o dia dos namorados gringo, dia 14 de fevereiro, ou seja hoje, talvez porquê tenha passado uns tempos namorando um espanhol, e quando acabamos eu conheci um alemão, e bem por aí vai...&lt;br /&gt;
Já passei sim um dia dos namorados no frio de Madrid, com meu querido Juan Carlos, foi um dia perfeito, ele como bom latino preparou para mim um dia para lá de romântico, que na verdade no meu caso começou em um voo da TAP Lisboa - Madrid, o avião além de todo decorado com corações, só tocava músicas românticas, nunca vou esquecer, principalmente porquê sofremos um atraso de 1 hora e tome música romântica no meu juízo. Mas cheguei lá, Juan não tinha voltado para casa, continuava firme e forte me esperando no desembarque, e os chocolates não tinham derretido, era inverno, né?&lt;br /&gt;
Já ganhei flores e ligações de horas no dia de hoje, mas também já comemorei me esbaldando no carnaval, até porquê invariavelmente estas datas coincidem.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas, todo este blá, blá, blá é apenas para desejar um feliz dia dos namorados para todos e que amem e sejam muito amados, sem medo, afinal é o amor que faz a vida valer a pena.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19523094-4935667364998260379?l=janlamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://janlamour.blogspot.com/feeds/4935667364998260379/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19523094&amp;postID=4935667364998260379&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/4935667364998260379?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/4935667364998260379?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Koukla/~3/oMORyBB_yco/e-por-que-nao-falar.html" title="E por que não falar?!" /><author><name>Jannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745439992826492499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcWt_FzfB4o/ToB8DMnhRpI/AAAAAAAACBA/tvEEuFMafJU/s220/boca.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eIpgNYGpr6A/TzpSnH_2TrI/AAAAAAAACLI/KvnwzhyRqfQ/s72-c/juan+y+yo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://janlamour.blogspot.com/2012/02/e-por-que-nao-falar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8HQn05fCp7ImA9WhRaEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19523094.post-4349005360919390600</id><published>2012-02-13T08:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T08:07:13.324-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T08:07:13.324-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pernambucanês" /><title>Pernambuquês, vai encarar?</title><content type="html">Hoje serão mais expressões idiomáticas, preparem-se:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"&lt;b&gt;do tempo do ronca&lt;/b&gt;" - algo muito antigo, velho; Ex: o carro russo &lt;i&gt;lada samara&lt;/i&gt; é do tempo do ronca!&lt;br /&gt;
"&lt;b&gt;mais velho que a Sé de Olinda&lt;/b&gt;" - a igreja sede da arquidiocese de Olinda e Recife nem assim tão velha, mas a expressão é usada tal e qual o tempo do ronca, quando queremos dizer que algo já passou do ponto faz tempo.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pHqAuzs6Zrw/Tzj8xi4N1EI/AAAAAAAACLA/eSbERBVCz4A/s1600/DSC04577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pHqAuzs6Zrw/Tzj8xi4N1EI/AAAAAAAACLA/eSbERBVCz4A/s200/DSC04577.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Igreja da Sé, em Olinda.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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"&lt;b&gt;caixão e vela preta&lt;/b&gt;" - quando não tem jeito, a pessoa está lascada e não tem saída, pode ser substituída por fodido e mal pago, mas esta é mais&amp;nbsp;irreversível. Ex; Fulano foi pego pela namorada com outra, agora é caixão e vela preta.&lt;br /&gt;
"&lt;b&gt;suando mais que tampa de chaleira&lt;/b&gt;" - é uma expressão literal, é só olhar a tampa de chaleira quando a água ferve. Ex. Neste exato momento eu estou suando mais que tampa de chaleira.&lt;br /&gt;
"&lt;b&gt;mais quebrado que arroz de terceira&lt;/b&gt;" - a pessoa está literalmente quebrada, cansada demais, toda&amp;nbsp;moída, ou seja exagerou no carnaval vai acabar mais quebrado que arroz de terceira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19523094-4349005360919390600?l=janlamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://janlamour.blogspot.com/feeds/4349005360919390600/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19523094&amp;postID=4349005360919390600&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/4349005360919390600?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/4349005360919390600?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Koukla/~3/mrDpjAyCzjg/pernambuques-vai-encarar.html" title="Pernambuquês, vai encarar?" /><author><name>Jannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745439992826492499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcWt_FzfB4o/ToB8DMnhRpI/AAAAAAAACBA/tvEEuFMafJU/s220/boca.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pHqAuzs6Zrw/Tzj8xi4N1EI/AAAAAAAACLA/eSbERBVCz4A/s72-c/DSC04577.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://janlamour.blogspot.com/2012/02/pernambuques-vai-encarar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcEQnw9cSp7ImA9WhRbF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19523094.post-7380646677745599882</id><published>2012-02-09T07:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T07:30:03.269-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-09T07:30:03.269-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Brasil" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paixões" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="frevo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recife" /><title>9 de Frevereiro</title><content type="html">&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wbBgYZL-A-E/TzLqVWEMkSI/AAAAAAAACK4/3E1Wvq0gWyU/s1600/Frevo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wbBgYZL-A-E/TzLqVWEMkSI/AAAAAAAACK4/3E1Wvq0gWyU/s1600/Frevo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Passistas de frevo!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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O frevo é bem mais do que uma simples dança, ou uma música, até porquê tanto a música, quanto a dança são das mais difíceis! Mas o frevo é a alma de todos os que nascem em pernambuco, é algo que faz nosso sangue ferver, e que ao mesmo tempo pode nos emocionar às lágrimas!&lt;br /&gt;
O frevo é inexplicável, nós sentimos e vivemos o frevo, porquê ele é muito mais do que um ritmo pernambucano, ele é o representante mais forte da riqueza da cultura de Pernambuco.&lt;br /&gt;
E hoje é dia de comemorarmos os 105 anos da primeira vez na qual o extinto Jornal Pequeno, aqui de Recife, fez o trocadilho com a palavra ferver e fez nascer o nome FREVO. E VIVA O FREVO!&lt;br /&gt;
E para que vocês conheçam um pouco de um dos estilos musicais do frevo, cliquem &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/raD8nTbWxh8" target="_blank"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19523094-7380646677745599882?l=janlamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://janlamour.blogspot.com/feeds/7380646677745599882/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19523094&amp;postID=7380646677745599882&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/7380646677745599882?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/7380646677745599882?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Koukla/~3/_Nm0Otm9Leo/9-de-frevereiro.html" title="9 de Frevereiro" /><author><name>Jannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745439992826492499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcWt_FzfB4o/ToB8DMnhRpI/AAAAAAAACBA/tvEEuFMafJU/s220/boca.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wbBgYZL-A-E/TzLqVWEMkSI/AAAAAAAACK4/3E1Wvq0gWyU/s72-c/Frevo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://janlamour.blogspot.com/2012/02/9-de-frevereiro.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4CQXc9eSp7ImA9WhRbFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19523094.post-1849993879367227663</id><published>2012-02-05T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T09:36:00.961-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-05T09:36:00.961-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eu mesma" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vício" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogosfera" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="internet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="twitter" /><title>Imagina....</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KUayhP6Wpn8/Ty6FUEv--VI/AAAAAAAACKo/OFhSJO1Q1Mc/s1600/120205_075526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KUayhP6Wpn8/Ty6FUEv--VI/AAAAAAAACKo/OFhSJO1Q1Mc/s320/120205_075526.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Hoje pela manhã percebi esta cena e pensei que tipo de pessoa viciada é esta, mas quero dizer que esta foto é uma obra de ficção e qualquer semelhança com a realidade é uma mera coincidência, eu NÃO sou viciada em internet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19523094-1849993879367227663?l=janlamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://janlamour.blogspot.com/feeds/1849993879367227663/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19523094&amp;postID=1849993879367227663&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/1849993879367227663?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/1849993879367227663?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Koukla/~3/UHaJB6LIqAc/imagina.html" title="Imagina...." /><author><name>Jannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745439992826492499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcWt_FzfB4o/ToB8DMnhRpI/AAAAAAAACBA/tvEEuFMafJU/s220/boca.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KUayhP6Wpn8/Ty6FUEv--VI/AAAAAAAACKo/OFhSJO1Q1Mc/s72-c/120205_075526.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://janlamour.blogspot.com/2012/02/imagina.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4ARn4yeSp7ImA9WhRbEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19523094.post-1644726150340800280</id><published>2012-01-31T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T10:09:07.091-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-31T10:09:07.091-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eu mesma" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fantasias" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paixões" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="carnaval" /><title>Contagem Regressiva</title><content type="html">&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carnaval é coisa séria!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Estamos todos em contagem regressiva para o Carnaval 2012, que começa oficialmente na sexta-feira dia 17/02, à noite no Bairro de Recife, mas que eu, você e a torcida do Flamengo sabemos já começou há um mês em tudo que é lugar.&lt;br /&gt;
Eu como sou das antigas e acho que uma mulher prevenida vale mais que duas, já estou com a programação gravada, a fantasia feita, e indo para algumas prévias just in case... E este ano ainda vou ter a alegria de ter Lenine cantando praticamente aqui em casa no domingo de carnaval...não acredita? Pois é só dar uma olhada na&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.agendadorecife.com.br/carnaval-recife-2012.PDF" target="_blank"&gt;Programação do Carnaval do Recife 2012&lt;/a&gt;, olha lá, olha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19523094-1644726150340800280?l=janlamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://janlamour.blogspot.com/feeds/1644726150340800280/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19523094&amp;postID=1644726150340800280&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/1644726150340800280?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/1644726150340800280?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Koukla/~3/O6UWaLjbCxo/contagem-regressiva.html" title="Contagem Regressiva" /><author><name>Jannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745439992826492499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcWt_FzfB4o/ToB8DMnhRpI/AAAAAAAACBA/tvEEuFMafJU/s220/boca.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-adWb2jxd3-w/Tyf1zAezQtI/AAAAAAAACKg/lvbgY0xxu4I/s72-c/oncinha.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://janlamour.blogspot.com/2012/01/contagem-regressiva.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ECRns8fSp7ImA9WhRUFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19523094.post-5610291128969197661</id><published>2012-01-27T13:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T13:34:27.575-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T13:34:27.575-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eu mesma" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="doação" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="livros" /><title>Doação</title><content type="html">&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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O ato de dar algo de si, seja seu tempo, seu dinheiro, seu sangue, seus livros, acho isto de extrema importância, especialmente neste mundo desigual no qual vivemos. E acreditem &amp;nbsp;não é conversa furada, tão pouco piegas da minha parte, isso faz mais bem a nós mesmos do que imaginamos.&lt;br /&gt;
A minha primeira doação que me lembre eu tinha uns 5 anos de idade e uma mãe e sua filhinha vieram pedir comida à porta de minha casa, e a menininha ficou olhando para minha boneca Suzy, a mãe perguntou se não tinha uma roupinha para ela, e eu aproveitei e dei minha boneca. Tanto mainha quanto a mãe da garota perguntaram se eu tinha certeza, eu disse que sim e nunca me arrependi.&lt;br /&gt;
Sangue doei a primeira vez aos 18 anos, na Universidade Federal, e depois fiquei sendo doadora regular de sangue, isso quando minha pressão arterial, que é baixíssima, permite. Sou doadora de médula óssea também, e aconselho todos a serem.&lt;br /&gt;
Claro que todos estão carecas de saber que sou uma católica, não sou das melhores, mas sou e acho este trabalho importantíssimo também dentro da igreja, outra dica para doações é para os Médicos Sem Fronteiras, através do site&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.msf.org.br/"&gt;www.msf.org.br&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;e por fim todos também já estão cansados de saber que sou apaixonada por livros, confesso que tenho aqueles, uns 100 pelo menos que não dou, nem vendo, nem alugo, eheheheh, mas outros tantos eu vou e levo para a Biblioteca Pública Estadual, livros aqui no Brasil são artigos caros, então porquê não doara aqueles que você não pretende ler mais?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19523094-5610291128969197661?l=janlamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://janlamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5610291128969197661/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19523094&amp;postID=5610291128969197661&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/5610291128969197661?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/5610291128969197661?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Koukla/~3/4lawVg-woUE/doacao.html" title="Doação" /><author><name>Jannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745439992826492499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcWt_FzfB4o/ToB8DMnhRpI/AAAAAAAACBA/tvEEuFMafJU/s220/boca.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GeM2jHQg9nw/TyLf8oWRWII/AAAAAAAACKY/aITdMtqjssw/s72-c/DOAO--~1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://janlamour.blogspot.com/2012/01/doacao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYDRX0_cCp7ImA9WhRUE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19523094.post-4956108299179558822</id><published>2012-01-23T10:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T10:16:14.348-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T10:16:14.348-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eu mesma" /><title>Rainha da Muamba</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Ct_l_mQVzs/Tx1rc9Zi8dI/AAAAAAAACKM/iZG9Y88B_RA/s1600/shiseido.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Ct_l_mQVzs/Tx1rc9Zi8dI/AAAAAAAACKM/iZG9Y88B_RA/s200/shiseido.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Você se dá conta que é a rainha da muamba não apenas quando diz que vai viajar e surge uma lista de 1km de extensão em encomendas, mas quando todas as pessoas que você conhecem antes de viajar ligam para você e perguntam: e aí Nine/Jan o que você quer que eu traga? Mas assim com aquela convicção de que você vai pedir algo, claro que na maioria das vezes eu peço para não decepcionar.&lt;br /&gt;
A exceção foi este mês, uma amiga foi para Buenos Aires, mas, sempre tem um mas, no mês passado um amigo meu foi para Florida, ou seja foi aquela festa agora tenho estoque de Angel por 2 anos e maquiagem M.A.C. idem!&lt;br /&gt;
Viva!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19523094-4956108299179558822?l=janlamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://janlamour.blogspot.com/feeds/4956108299179558822/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19523094&amp;postID=4956108299179558822&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/4956108299179558822?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/4956108299179558822?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Koukla/~3/fKqzGFYbY10/rainha-da-muamba.html" title="Rainha da Muamba" /><author><name>Jannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745439992826492499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcWt_FzfB4o/ToB8DMnhRpI/AAAAAAAACBA/tvEEuFMafJU/s220/boca.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Ct_l_mQVzs/Tx1rc9Zi8dI/AAAAAAAACKM/iZG9Y88B_RA/s72-c/shiseido.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://janlamour.blogspot.com/2012/01/rainha-da-muamba.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08MQ3syfSp7ImA9WhRVGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19523094.post-2089878154401129377</id><published>2012-01-17T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:58:02.595-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-17T11:58:02.595-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><title>Immortal Beloved</title><content type="html">Adoro cartas, sério, eu simplesmente amo receber cartas, e claro que se as cartas forem de amor, e depois da carta do livro Persuasão, de Jane Austen, resolvi publicar aqui outra carta que eu amo, especialmente pelo final e pelo autor, claro, que é ninguém mais ninguém menos que Ludwig Van Beethoven.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;July 6, in the morning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; My angel, my all, my very self - Only a few words today and at that with pencil (with yours) - Not till tomorrow will my lodgings be definitely determined upon - what a useless waste of time - Why this deep sorrow when necessity speaks - can our love endure except through sacrifices, through not demanding everything from one another; can you change the fact that you are not wholly mine, I not wholly thine - Oh God, look out into the beauties of nature and comfort your heart with that which must be - Love demands everything and that very justly - thus it is to me with you, and to your with me. But you forget so easily that I must live for me and for you; if we were wholly united you would feel the pain of it as little as I - My journey was a fearful one; I did not reach here until 4 o'clock yesterday morning. Lacking horses the post-coach chose another route, but what an awful one; at the stage before the last I was warned not to travel at night; I was made fearful of a forest, but that only made me the more eager - and I was wrong. The coach must needs break down on the wretched road, a bottomless mud road. Without such postilions as I had with me I should have remained stuck in the road. Esterhazy, traveling the usual road here, had the same fate with eight horses that I had with four - Yet I got some pleasure out of it, as I always do when I successfully overcome difficulties - Now a quick change to things internal from things external. We shall surely see each other soon; moreover, today I cannot share with you the thoughts I have had during these last few days touching my own life - If our hearts were always close together, I would have none of these. My heart is full of so many things to say to you - ah - there are moments when I feel that speech amounts to nothing at all - Cheer up - remain my true, my only treasure, my all as I am yours. The gods must send us the rest, what for us must and shall be -&lt;br /&gt;Your faithful LUDWIG&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Evening, Monday, July 6&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; You are suffering, my dearest creature - only now have I learned that letters must be posted very early in the morning on Mondays to Thursdays - the only days on which the mail-coach goes from here to K. - You are suffering - Ah, wherever I am, there you are also - I will arrange it with you and me that I can live with you. What a life!!! thus!!! without you - pursued by the goodness of mankind hither and thither - which I as little want to deserve as I deserve it - Humility of man towards man - it pains me - and when I consider myself in relation to the universe, what am I and what is He - whom we call the greatest - and yet - herein lies the divine in man - I weep when I reflect that you will probably not receive the first report from me until Saturday - Much as you love me - I love you more - But do not ever conceal yourself from me - good night - As I am taking the baths I must go to bed - Oh God - so near! so far! Is not our love truly a heavenly structure, and also as firm as the vault of heaven?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Good morning, on July 7&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us - I can live only wholly with you or not at all - Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits - Yes, unhappily it must be so - You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart - never - never - Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves. And yet my life in V is now a wretched life - Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men - At my age I nedd a steady, quiet life - can that be so in our connection? My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day - therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once - Be calm, only by a clam consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together - Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell. Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ever thine&lt;br /&gt;ever mine&lt;br /&gt;ever ours&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19523094-2089878154401129377?l=janlamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://janlamour.blogspot.com/feeds/2089878154401129377/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19523094&amp;postID=2089878154401129377&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/2089878154401129377?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/2089878154401129377?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Koukla/~3/sjbmZfQW-ks/immortal-beloved.html" title="Immortal Beloved" /><author><name>Jannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745439992826492499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcWt_FzfB4o/ToB8DMnhRpI/AAAAAAAACBA/tvEEuFMafJU/s220/boca.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://janlamour.blogspot.com/2012/01/immortal-beloved.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQGQH8yeCp7ImA9WhRVF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19523094.post-8464755560854989223</id><published>2012-01-16T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T20:32:01.190-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-16T20:32:01.190-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eu mesma" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paixões" /><title>Viva Mexico!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dprAgW-cT9s/TxTBItSCA4I/AAAAAAAACI4/94qOE9j-i2s/s1600/DSC04571.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dprAgW-cT9s/TxTBItSCA4I/AAAAAAAACI4/94qOE9j-i2s/s200/DSC04571.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O que vocês acham que eu, a&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wgJ7f5fEpBI/ScacXzTfCfI/AAAAAAAACnk/mKlXxA92500/S220/cacau.JPG"&gt;Cláudia Abreu&lt;/a&gt;, a&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wgJ7f5fEpBI/TEmdGI5lbPI/AAAAAAAADoE/6nc82g2Ms7k/S220/GIOVANA.jpg"&gt;Giovana Antonelli&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;e a&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wgJ7f5fEpBI/SbpFvvZLUQI/AAAAAAAACjw/uYk9u33n86o/S220/emanuelle.JPG"&gt;Emanuelle Araújo&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;temos em comum? E antes que algum engraçadinho diga que o branco dos olhos, ou o fato de sermos todas brasileiras eu vou logo dizendo que não é nada disso, o que nós temos em comum é o lindo vestido mexicano feito a mão, e comprado no blog&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://vestidosmexicanos.blogspot.com/"&gt;nosotras mamamos los vestidos mexicanos&lt;/a&gt;, sí és verdad, nosotras amamos mismo, yo estoy enamorada del mio!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5;"&gt;Ah, quem me dera&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5;"&gt;Ir-me contigo agora&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5;"&gt;A um horizonte firme, comum&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5;"&gt;Embora amar-te&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5;"&gt;Ah, quem me dera amar-te&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5;"&gt;Sem mais ciúmes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5;"&gt;De alguém em algum lugar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5;"&gt;Que nem presumes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5;"&gt;Ah, quem me dera ver-te&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5;"&gt;Sempre a meu lado&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5;"&gt;Sem precisar dizer-te&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5;"&gt;Jamais cuidado&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5;"&gt;Ah, quem me dera ter-te&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5;"&gt;Como um lugar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5;"&gt;Plantado num chão verde&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5;"&gt;Para eu morar-te&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5;"&gt;Ah, quem me dera ter-te&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5;"&gt;Morar-te até morrer-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19523094-1115840747913303092?l=janlamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://janlamour.blogspot.com/feeds/1115840747913303092/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19523094&amp;postID=1115840747913303092&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/1115840747913303092?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/1115840747913303092?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Koukla/~3/axJMfvEBRvc/o-mais-que-perfeito.html" title="O-mais-que-perfeito" /><author><name>Jannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745439992826492499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcWt_FzfB4o/ToB8DMnhRpI/AAAAAAAACBA/tvEEuFMafJU/s220/boca.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/akMlWGDSRU0/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://janlamour.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-mais-que-perfeito.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYFRXc9fCp7ImA9WhRVEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19523094.post-2874435700466541921</id><published>2012-01-09T10:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T10:41:54.964-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-09T10:41:54.964-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eu mesma" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2012" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paixões" /><title>Fugir com o circo!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-to_lSSnk5rs/Twr8YYd7l0I/AAAAAAAACIw/DRT3ZacWB0U/s1600/120108_174146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-to_lSSnk5rs/Twr8YYd7l0I/AAAAAAAACIw/DRT3ZacWB0U/s200/120108_174146.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wBdnfNiIAHs/Twr7qO3d8lI/AAAAAAAACIo/EFuMVNfdkCw/s1600/120108_174216.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wBdnfNiIAHs/Twr7qO3d8lI/AAAAAAAACIo/EFuMVNfdkCw/s200/120108_174216.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ontem à tarde fui ao circo com mainha e Jacira, uma delícia, o espetáculo todo bem feitinho, ensaiado, visualmente bonito, bons números de ilusionismo, contorcionismo, equilibrismo, trapézio e claro, pontuando tudo um palhaço moderno que interagia o tempo todo com o público.&lt;br /&gt;
Gente de vários países do mundo, muitos argentinos (as meninas entendem) , um circo moderno enfim e ontem, um pouco atrasada, digamos assim eu pensei em fugir com o circo, mas ainda não foi desta vez, vou esperar o Cirque du Soleil que fará uma temporada aqui em breve....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19523094-2874435700466541921?l=janlamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://janlamour.blogspot.com/feeds/2874435700466541921/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19523094&amp;postID=2874435700466541921&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/2874435700466541921?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/2874435700466541921?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Koukla/~3/dmbcCdZaB24/fugir-com-o-circo.html" title="Fugir com o circo!" /><author><name>Jannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745439992826492499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcWt_FzfB4o/ToB8DMnhRpI/AAAAAAAACBA/tvEEuFMafJU/s220/boca.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-to_lSSnk5rs/Twr8YYd7l0I/AAAAAAAACIw/DRT3ZacWB0U/s72-c/120108_174146.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://janlamour.blogspot.com/2012/01/fugir-com-o-circo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08GQHcyfyp7ImA9WhRWGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19523094.post-1919427832746333590</id><published>2012-01-06T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T17:37:01.997-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-06T17:37:01.997-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eu mesma" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2012" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jane Eyre" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paixões" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="livros" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filmes" /><title>DVD de cabeceira</title><content type="html">&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;olha aí meu dvd de cabeceira, literalmente&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Sim sou apaixonada por livros, sempre fui, desde que me entendo por gente, e sempre tenho um ou dois livros na minha cabeceira, não isto não mudou, continuo tendo livros à minha cabeceira, assim como cd's e atualmente um dvd que não me canso de assistir.&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo começou há muitos anos quando com 13 anos eu li &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Morro dos Ventos Uivantes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, de Emily Brontë e cai de amores pela história, li e reli o livro até não poder mais, na verdade é daqueles que eu leio até hoje, e conheci através deste livro, a o também único romance escrito pela irmã de Emily, Charlotte Brontë, este chamado &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, que apesar de também ser um romance gótico possui um final feliz.&lt;br /&gt;
E vocês devem estar se perguntando aonde eu quero chegar com esta lenga-lenga, calma que já explico. Ano passado a Livraria Cultura que conhece os meus gostos e vive me mandando e-mails pessoas avisando que chegou tal livro/cd/dvd fez o favor de me avisar que a BBC de Londres havia lançado a série Jane Eyre em dvd, e eu fiz o favor de ir lá comprar, e desde então já vi e revi inúmeras vezes, é fantástica e virou meu filme de cabeceira.&lt;br /&gt;
Ou seja, confirma-se, entra ano e sai ano e eu sigo a mesma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19523094-1919427832746333590?l=janlamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://janlamour.blogspot.com/feeds/1919427832746333590/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19523094&amp;postID=1919427832746333590&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/1919427832746333590?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/1919427832746333590?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Koukla/~3/lRR8CNSlWBQ/dvd-de-cabeceira.html" title="DVD de cabeceira" /><author><name>Jannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745439992826492499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcWt_FzfB4o/ToB8DMnhRpI/AAAAAAAACBA/tvEEuFMafJU/s220/boca.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jwwq_en5s14/TwdpHy4ABYI/AAAAAAAACIU/9C7uiyIo6LA/s72-c/DSC04537.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://janlamour.blogspot.com/2012/01/dvd-de-cabeceira.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQGQHkzfyp7ImA9WhRWFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19523094.post-4488977052447175304</id><published>2012-01-01T18:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T18:35:21.787-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-01T18:35:21.787-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eu mesma" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gostos e afins" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paixões" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="livros" /><title>I'm half agony, half hope</title><content type="html">E como estou em uma fase completamente inglesa, vide livros lidos e filmes vistos e revistos, deixo com vocês neste segundo post, e só estamos no primeiro dia do ano, a carta do Capitão Wentworth para Anne Elliot, em Persuasão, porquê eu sou uma romântica incurável e nada supera uma boa carta de amor, exceto um bom e-mail de amor, são os tempos modernos.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Mas adoro a sensação de que podemos recomeçar, gosto desta possibilidade que o dia 01 de janeiro de cada ano trás a cada um de nós. Afinal nós fazemos a nossa história, e somos os protagonistas dela, então nada melhor que escrevermos bem o roteiro deste ano que se inicia hoje, claro que há imprevistos, mas que tenhamos sabedoria para dribla-los e como diz o texto abaixo do Caio Fernando Abreu, adaptado para este novo ano, se tem amor, fé e paz, já estamos com meio caminho andado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"Te desejo uma fé enorme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Em qualquer coisa, não importa o quê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Desejo esperanças novinhas em folha, todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Tomara que a gente não desista de ser quem é por nada nem ninguém deste mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Que a gente reconheça o poder do outro sem esquecer do nosso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Que as mentiras alheias não confundam as nossas verdades, mesmo que as mentiras e as verdades sejam impermanentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Que friagem nenhuma seja capaz de encabular o nosso calor mais bonito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Que, mesmo quando estivermos doendo, não percamos de vista nem de sonho a ideia da alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Tomara que apesar dos apesares todos, a gente continue tendo valentia suficiente para não abrir mão de se sentir feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;As coisas vão dar certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Vai ter amor, vai ter fé, vai ter paz – se não tiver, a gente inventa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Te quero ver feliz, te quero ver sem melancolia nenhuma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Certo, muitas ilusões dançaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Mas eu me recuso a descrer absolutamente de tudo, eu faço força para manter algumas esperanças acesas, como velas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Que 2012 seja doce. Repito sete vezes para dar sorte: que seja doce que seja doce que seja doce e assim por diante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Que seja bom o que vier, pra você."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19523094-3454709783644133139?l=janlamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://janlamour.blogspot.com/feeds/3454709783644133139/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19523094&amp;postID=3454709783644133139&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/3454709783644133139?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/3454709783644133139?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Koukla/~3/h5vuBRPL19c/ter-esperanca-faz-bem-e-eu-gosto.html" title="Ter esperança faz bem e eu gosto!" /><author><name>Jannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745439992826492499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcWt_FzfB4o/ToB8DMnhRpI/AAAAAAAACBA/tvEEuFMafJU/s220/boca.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b2E4uXM8dfc/TwDcLwDU0MI/AAAAAAAACIM/NgO2gWDIDu4/s72-c/joaninhalinda.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://janlamour.blogspot.com/2012/01/ter-esperanca-faz-bem-e-eu-gosto.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUASHozfip7ImA9WhRWEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19523094.post-2778509685870006439</id><published>2011-12-30T11:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T11:00:49.486-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-30T11:00:49.486-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eu mesma" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2012" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogosfera" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amigos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paz" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="família" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><title>2012</title><content type="html">Que 2012 seja:&lt;br /&gt;
doce e gostoso como merecemos;&lt;br /&gt;
cheio de realizações e que começamos as mudanças para melhor em nós;&lt;br /&gt;
que todos tenhamos saúde e nos cuidemos para mantê-la;&lt;br /&gt;
que a paz comece em nós e assim possamos ser paz para todos;&lt;br /&gt;
que sejamos mais solidários e menos individualistas.&lt;br /&gt;
E o mais importante que vivamos, transbordemos, compartilhemos e sejamos AMOR!&lt;br /&gt;
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Feliz 2012 para nós!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19523094-2778509685870006439?l=janlamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://janlamour.blogspot.com/feeds/2778509685870006439/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19523094&amp;postID=2778509685870006439&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/2778509685870006439?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/2778509685870006439?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Koukla/~3/Y6LmCZy-az4/2012.html" title="2012" /><author><name>Jannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745439992826492499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcWt_FzfB4o/ToB8DMnhRpI/AAAAAAAACBA/tvEEuFMafJU/s220/boca.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KX8K3wy5a9k/Tv3RoJq1fvI/AAAAAAAACH0/HH_6mO2PYD4/s72-c/feliz_2012_800.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://janlamour.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MBR38zcSp7ImA9WhRWEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19523094.post-7618858470874539185</id><published>2011-12-27T22:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T22:30:56.189-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-27T22:30:56.189-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eu" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paixões" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="livros" /><title>A Estrela Mais Brilhante no Céu</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tUzaBT9QEA8/Tvp_IEkqwBI/AAAAAAAACHo/gaZm9ho8s5E/s1600/estrelamaisbrilhante2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tUzaBT9QEA8/Tvp_IEkqwBI/AAAAAAAACHo/gaZm9ho8s5E/s200/estrelamaisbrilhante2.jpg" width="134" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Este é o título do mais recente livro de uma das minhas autoras preferidas, Marian Keyes, e que eu ganhei de aniversário e já li, como todos os anteriores dela este é muito bom, mas com um quê diferente dos demais, uma história bem contada, na verdade as histórias dos moradores do número 66 da Star Street, eu claro acabo me identificando com as personagens, este livro tem um humor mais sutil que os anteriores da Marian e sempre há assuntos bem sérios, mas que são abordados de forma leve. Meu veredicto? Leiam, leiam e leiam! O livro tem quase 600 páginas mas vocês nem percebem. Vamos lá gente, deixem a preguiça de lado e simplesmente leiam.&lt;br /&gt;
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Como chegar aos 40 com carinha de 28 e corpinho de 25...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19523094-1262922569073874809?l=janlamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://janlamour.blogspot.com/feeds/1262922569073874809/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19523094&amp;postID=1262922569073874809&amp;isPopup=true" title="7 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/1262922569073874809?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/1262922569073874809?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Koukla/~3/A3wA2DK1-OU/obrigada.html" title="OBRIGADA!" /><author><name>Jannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745439992826492499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcWt_FzfB4o/ToB8DMnhRpI/AAAAAAAACBA/tvEEuFMafJU/s220/boca.jpg" /></author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://janlamour.blogspot.com/2011/12/obrigada.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYNR34_eyp7ImA9WhRQGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19523094.post-5360734376411671513</id><published>2011-12-14T10:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T10:49:56.043-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-14T10:49:56.043-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eu mesma" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cinema" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paixões" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filmes" /><title>40 filmes +</title><content type="html">Espero que esta lista não me deixe tão perturbada quanto a dos livros...mas já estão avisados, a qualquer momento posso colocar mais alguns...&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Doutor Jivago&lt;br /&gt;
2. E o Vento Levou...&lt;br /&gt;
3. A Noviça Rebelde&lt;br /&gt;
4. O Fabuloso Destino de Amélie Poulin (França)&lt;br /&gt;
5. Adeus, Lenin. (Alemanha)&lt;br /&gt;
6. A Vida dos Outros. (Alemanha)&lt;br /&gt;
7. O Filho da Noiva. (Argentina)&lt;br /&gt;
8. Camila. (Argentina)&lt;br /&gt;
9. Nove Rainhas. (Argentina)&lt;br /&gt;
10. O Segredo dos teus Olhos. (Argentina)&lt;br /&gt;
11. Clube da Lua. (Argentina)&lt;br /&gt;
12. A Culpa é do Fidel. (França)&lt;br /&gt;
13. Camille Claudel (França)&lt;br /&gt;
14. Tudo Sobre Minha Mãe. (Espanha)&lt;br /&gt;
15. Fale com Ela. (Espanha)&lt;br /&gt;
16. Ata-me. (Espanha)&lt;br /&gt;
17. Mulheres à beira de um ataque de Nervos. (Espanha)&lt;br /&gt;
18. Carne Trêmula. (Espanha)&lt;br /&gt;
19. Volver. (Espanha)&lt;br /&gt;
20. Má Educação.(Espanha)&lt;br /&gt;
21. O Padre.&lt;br /&gt;
22. Simplesmente Amor.&lt;br /&gt;
23. Quatro Casamentos e Um Funeral.&lt;br /&gt;
24. Notting Hill&lt;br /&gt;
25. O Diário de Bridget Jones&lt;br /&gt;
26. Bridget Jones no Limite da Razão.&lt;br /&gt;
27. A Insustentável Leveza do Ser.&lt;br /&gt;
28. Babel.&lt;br /&gt;
29. O Caminho para Kandahar.&lt;br /&gt;
30. Deixa Ela Entrar. (Suécia)&lt;br /&gt;
31. Diários de Motocicleta.&lt;br /&gt;
32. Tropa de Elite 1 (Brasil)&lt;br /&gt;
33. Tropa de Elite 2 (Brasil)&lt;br /&gt;
34. Cidade de Deus (Brasil)&lt;br /&gt;
35. O Auto da Compadecida (Brasil)&lt;br /&gt;
36. Saga Twilight (4 filmes até agora)&lt;br /&gt;
37. Saga Harry Potter (8 filmes)&lt;br /&gt;
38. As Brumas de Avalon.&lt;br /&gt;
39. O Senhor dos Anéis (3 filmes)&lt;br /&gt;
40. Frost/Nixon&lt;br /&gt;
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41. Meia Noite em Paris.&lt;br /&gt;
42. Vicky Cristina Barcelona.&lt;br /&gt;
43. Feitiço Havaiano.&lt;br /&gt;
44. Che&lt;br /&gt;
45. Persuasão&lt;br /&gt;
46. Orgulho e Preconceito&lt;br /&gt;
47. Razão e Sensibilidade&lt;br /&gt;
48. Mamma Mia&lt;br /&gt;
49. Moulin Rouge&lt;br /&gt;
50 Sheakespeare Apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;
51. Piaf (França)&lt;br /&gt;
52. Brokeback Mountain&lt;br /&gt;
53. O Pianista&lt;br /&gt;
54. Em Algum Lugar do Passado&lt;br /&gt;
55. O Nome da Rosa&lt;br /&gt;
56. Bonequinha de Luxo&lt;br /&gt;
57. Casamento Grego&lt;br /&gt;
58. Falando Grego&lt;br /&gt;
59. Antes do Amanhecer e Antes do Pôr-do-Sol&lt;br /&gt;
60. Paris, te amo (França)&lt;br /&gt;
61. A Queda (Alemanha)&lt;br /&gt;
62. Memórias de uma Gueixa&lt;br /&gt;
63. A Princesa e o Plebeu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19523094-5360734376411671513?l=janlamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://janlamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5360734376411671513/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19523094&amp;postID=5360734376411671513&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/5360734376411671513?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/5360734376411671513?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Koukla/~3/PdTdUW21eHI/40-filmes.html" title="40 filmes +" /><author><name>Jannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745439992826492499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcWt_FzfB4o/ToB8DMnhRpI/AAAAAAAACBA/tvEEuFMafJU/s220/boca.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://janlamour.blogspot.com/2011/12/40-filmes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8BSX45cCp7ImA9WhRQGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19523094.post-4056704301487268252</id><published>2011-12-11T18:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T10:44:18.028-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-14T10:44:18.028-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eu mesma" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aniversários" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paixões" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="livros" /><title>40 livros</title><content type="html">Sério, não sei se vou conseguir escrever este post sobre 40 livros que tenham marcado minha vida, ou os 40 livros que mais gosto, eu já li tantos, e sou tão apaixonada por livros...mas ao menos vou tentar, e não vai haver separação de classes, tipo os livros eruditos e os best-sellers que eu não sou dessas.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. O Amor nos Tempos do Cólera, Gabriel Garcia Marquez (quem poder leia em espanhol)&lt;br /&gt;
2. O Morro dos Ventos Uivantes, Emily Brontë.&lt;br /&gt;
3. A Descoberta do Mundo, Clarice Lispector.&lt;br /&gt;
4. Cem Anos de Solidão, Gabriel Garcia Marquez.&lt;br /&gt;
5. De Amor e Outros Demônios, Gabriel Garcia Marquez.&lt;br /&gt;
6. Inês de Minh'alma, Isabel Allende.&lt;br /&gt;
7. Exodus, Leon Uris.&lt;br /&gt;
8. Vidas Secas, Graciliano Ramos.&lt;br /&gt;
9. Fogo Morto, José Lins do Rego.&lt;br /&gt;
10. Amores Difíceis, Ítalo Calvino.&lt;br /&gt;
11. Clarice, Benjamin Moser.&lt;br /&gt;
12. Comer, Resar, Amar, Elisabeth Gilbert.&lt;br /&gt;
13. Persuasão, Jane Austen.&lt;br /&gt;
14. O Nome da Rosa, Umberto Eco.&lt;br /&gt;
15. O Cortiço, Alvares Azevedo.&lt;br /&gt;
16. A Morte e a Morte de Quincas Berro D'Água, Jorge Amado.&lt;br /&gt;
17. Meu Pé de Laranja Lima, José Lins do Rego.&lt;br /&gt;
18. Cartas a Nelson Algren, Simone de Beauvoir.&lt;br /&gt;
19. O Pequeno Príncipe, Antoine de Saint-Exupery&lt;br /&gt;
20. A Sombra do Vento, Carlos Ruiz Zafon.&lt;br /&gt;
21.&amp;nbsp;Odisseia, Homero&lt;br /&gt;
22. O Tempo entre Costuras, Maria Dueñas.&lt;br /&gt;
23. Tête-à-Tête, Hazel Rowley.&lt;br /&gt;
24. Orgulho e Preconceito, Jane Austen.&lt;br /&gt;
25. O Diário de Bridget Jones, Helen Fielding.&lt;br /&gt;
26. Bridget Jones no Limite da Razão, Helen Fielding.&lt;br /&gt;
27. A Saga Crepúsculo, Stephenie Meyer. (4 livros)&lt;br /&gt;
28. Saga Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling. (7 livros)&lt;br /&gt;
29. Saga Sookie Staekhouse, Charlaine Harris. (10 livros)&lt;br /&gt;
30. Becky Bloom, Sophie Kinsella. (6 livros)&lt;br /&gt;
31. Dom Quixote, Miguel de Cervantes.&lt;br /&gt;
32. O Conde de Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;
33. Eva Luna, Isabel Allende.&lt;br /&gt;
34. Viver para Contar, Gabriel Garcia Marquez.&lt;br /&gt;
35. 1822, Laurentino Gomes.&lt;br /&gt;
36. O Jogo do Anjo, Carlos Ruiz Zafon.&lt;br /&gt;
37. Catedral do Mar, Ildefonso Falcones.&lt;br /&gt;
38. Saga "As Memórias de Cleópatra", Margareth Georges (3 livros)&lt;br /&gt;
39. O Escaravelho do Diabo, Lucia Machado de Almeida.&lt;br /&gt;
40. A Ilha Perdida, Maria José Dupré.&lt;br /&gt;
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Desculpe os que não estão aqui, estou arrasada, estava olhando os meus livros, mas e os que não tenho? Que já dei....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Updatando&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu sabia, ontem à noite fiquei tal e qual uma psicopata repassando mentalmente todos os livros que eu havia esquecido, e como o blog é meu, e quem manda aqui sou eu, hoje, dia 12/12, 24 horas após a postagem original vim aqui acrescentar mais livros.&lt;br /&gt;
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41. A Insustentável Leveza do Ser, Milan Kundera.&lt;br /&gt;
42. As Brumas de Avalon, Marion Zimmer Bradley (4 livros)&lt;br /&gt;
43. A Queda de Atlântida, Marion Zimmer Bradley.&lt;br /&gt;
44. Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë.&lt;br /&gt;
45. Os Mandarins, Simone de Beauvoir.&lt;br /&gt;
46. De Amor e de Sombras, Isabel Allende.&lt;br /&gt;
47. A Íliada, Homero.&lt;br /&gt;
48. A Ilha, Fernando Moraes.&lt;br /&gt;
49. A Bicicleta Azul, Reginé Desforges. (3 livros)&lt;br /&gt;
50. Melancia, Férias, Los Angeles e Tem Alguém Aí?, Marian Keys&lt;br /&gt;
51. Notícia de Um Sequestro, Gabriel Garcia Marquez.&lt;br /&gt;
52. O Senhor do Anéis&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu simplesmente não podia deixar estes de fora, e minha consciência, hein? Hein?&lt;br /&gt;
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São 90 fotos, mas poderiam ser 900, (oi?) verdade, vocês sabem que fotografia é uma das minhas paixões. Estas dão uma ideia dos meus quase 40 anos de vida e de algumas histórias que vivi. Divirtam-se.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19523094-3106324666039536408?l=janlamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://janlamour.blogspot.com/feeds/3106324666039536408/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19523094&amp;postID=3106324666039536408&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/3106324666039536408?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/3106324666039536408?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Koukla/~3/mxOz6fyEO88/40-anos-em-algumas-fotos.html" title="40 anos em algumas fotos!" /><author><name>Jannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745439992826492499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcWt_FzfB4o/ToB8DMnhRpI/AAAAAAAACBA/tvEEuFMafJU/s220/boca.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://janlamour.blogspot.com/2011/12/40-anos-em-algumas-fotos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUAQ3o8cSp7ImA9WhRQEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19523094.post-8776629486542165278</id><published>2011-12-06T10:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T10:54:02.479-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-06T10:54:02.479-04:00</app:edited><title>All I Want For Christmas Is You</title><content type="html">&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3a-fSUwfLBM?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19523094-8776629486542165278?l=janlamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://janlamour.blogspot.com/feeds/8776629486542165278/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19523094&amp;postID=8776629486542165278&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/8776629486542165278?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/8776629486542165278?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Koukla/~3/O3O_flZjy7E/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-you.html" title="All I Want For Christmas Is You" /><author><name>Jannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745439992826492499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcWt_FzfB4o/ToB8DMnhRpI/AAAAAAAACBA/tvEEuFMafJU/s220/boca.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/3a-fSUwfLBM/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://janlamour.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MEQn07cCp7ImA9WhRRF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19523094.post-8207290287998000154</id><published>2011-12-01T06:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T06:30:03.308-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-01T06:30:03.308-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eu mesma" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aniversários" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Natal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="absurda" /><title>A D O R O DEZEMBRO</title><content type="html">Eu não quero me repetir, mas acho que devo informar aos meus novos leitores os motivos de eu gostar tanto deste mês em especial...&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Por ser meu aniversário no dia 21.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. Por ser Natal, uma das mais belas festas cristãs.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Por ser aniversário da minha mãe dia 27.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. Pelas trocentas confraternizações.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. Já disse que dia 21 é meu aniversário?! Ah... já...&lt;br /&gt;
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6. Pelo panettoni Alpino, e o queijo-do-reino.&lt;br /&gt;
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7. Pelo clima de recomeço, esperança e magia no ar.&lt;br /&gt;
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8. Pela solidariedade das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;
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9. Pela queima de fogos na praia de Boa Viagem na noite de Ano Novo.&lt;br /&gt;
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10. Ah e antes que eu esqueça, pelo meu aniversário de 40 anos dia 21... porra, eu já tinha dito antes, sorry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19523094-8207290287998000154?l=janlamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://janlamour.blogspot.com/feeds/8207290287998000154/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19523094&amp;postID=8207290287998000154&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/8207290287998000154?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/8207290287998000154?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Koukla/~3/-YUeTVvvzRw/d-o-r-o-dezembro.html" title="A D O R O DEZEMBRO" /><author><name>Jannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745439992826492499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcWt_FzfB4o/ToB8DMnhRpI/AAAAAAAACBA/tvEEuFMafJU/s220/boca.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://janlamour.blogspot.com/2011/12/d-o-r-o-dezembro.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4BQnY4eip7ImA9WhRRFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19523094.post-5711985897100674215</id><published>2011-11-28T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T12:42:33.832-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-29T12:42:33.832-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eu mesma" /><title>Balanço Anual</title><content type="html">E como já é fim de ano, todo mundo recebendo o décimo terceiro salário e gastando como se não houvesse amanhã, eu decidi que já está mais que em tempo de eu fazer o meu personal balanço anual, nas mais diversas categorias (oi?).&lt;br /&gt;
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LIVROS: como sempre não vou conseguir lembrar de todos os que li durante o ano, então vou tentar ao menos: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Guia Politicamente Incorreto da História do Brasil&lt;/i&gt; e &lt;i&gt;Guia Politicamente Incorreto da História da América Latina&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Los Angeles&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Sushi&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Mini Becky Bloom&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Lado Oculto da Marciana (escrito pela minha amiga Isa Silva)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Persuasão&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;O Tempo Entre Costuras&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Histórias Rocambolescas da História de Portugal&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;1822&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;O Beijo mais Sombrio&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;O Prazer mais Sombrio&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;A Noite mais Sombria&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;O&amp;nbsp;Sussurro&amp;nbsp;mais Sombrio&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;i&gt; A Paixão mais Sombria&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Amor&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Ágape&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Cleópatra&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Fazes-me Falta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;FILMES: &lt;/i&gt;fui pouco ao cinema, mas vi muitos em dvd, e claro que também não vou lembrar de todos, mas ao menos tentar: &lt;i&gt;Amanhecer&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Harry Potter e as Relíquias da Morte - parte 2&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Meia-Noite em Paris&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Persuasão&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(versão da BBC) , &lt;i&gt;Cartas para Julieta&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Little Ashes&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;True Blood&lt;/i&gt; (seriado, 4ª temporada), tenho certeza absoluta que estou esquecendo de uns tantos... mas não lembro mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;
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VIAGENS: em sonhos muitas, mas na real apenas uma para São Paulo e outra para Caruaru, que nem conta porquê não saí de Pernambuco.&lt;br /&gt;
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SHOWS: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;U2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Ringo Starr&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, Lenine, Vanessa da Mata e Jorge Vercilo.&lt;br /&gt;
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MÚSICA: Altamente recomendo os cd's novos de Chico Buarque, Lenine (&lt;i&gt;Chão&lt;/i&gt;), &lt;i&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/i&gt;, a nova edição do &lt;i&gt;Achtung Baby&lt;/i&gt;, a velha edição do &lt;i&gt;Viva la Vida&lt;/i&gt;, e um que lançaram triplo, só de trilhas sonoras, mas o melhor de todos, a trilha sonora da novela &lt;b&gt;Cordel Encantado, um primor de CD.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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TRABALHO: comecei o ano quase sem emprego, e estou terminando literalmente sem...&lt;br /&gt;
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AMOR: complicado e com um oceano no meio do caminho, porque minha vida sem um amor complicado perde a graça...digo eu... mas no quesito amigos encontros e reencontros só tenho a comemorar!&lt;br /&gt;
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TWITTER: oficialmente viciada, já passei dos &lt;b&gt;72 mil tweets&lt;/b&gt;, e dos 800 seguidores, mas hei de me curar em 2012, digo eu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19523094-5711985897100674215?l=janlamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://janlamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5711985897100674215/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19523094&amp;postID=5711985897100674215&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/5711985897100674215?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523094/posts/default/5711985897100674215?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Koukla/~3/Ur7rJI0ubr8/balanco-anual.html" title="Balanço Anual" /><author><name>Jannine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08745439992826492499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcWt_FzfB4o/ToB8DMnhRpI/AAAAAAAACBA/tvEEuFMafJU/s220/boca.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bD7pSm-aMA8/TtP565TmnCI/AAAAAAAACGs/-h0aG8fDlm4/s72-c/balanco.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://janlamour.blogspot.com/2011/11/balanco-anual.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

