<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947286516988330070</id><updated>2011-07-30T10:39:51.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Sonnet</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Renan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13382193544159967610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SplLe2JCTEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2sSmkk3uKP0/S220/OgAAAAX3J-4ttjAft29PIiWQ4Q2FmyiKc2MApohCFYPCmdQJWslbBZOyDfZTBKSZLmOUrjIITh5GGgw4Yh4ADKfJmQoAm1T1U.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947286516988330070.post-2301142319529865401</id><published>2010-07-25T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T08:57:11.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey everybody! Quanto tempo nao posto aqui, nao? Pois eh..... Esses ultimos meses foram marcados por grandes mudancas em minha vida. Justamente por isso, decidi esperar um pouco para escrever novamente. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou de volta ao Brasil apos um ano trabalhando e estudando nos Estados Unidos, como voces ja devem saber :P.......Nao foi nada facil tomar essa decisao (voltar), mas creio que, no momento, essa era a melhor coisa a se fazer. Ainda estou tentando me adaptar ao Brasil outra vez. Nos primeiros dois dias tudo foi bastante dificil, mas cada dia que passa me sinto melhor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A minha "sorte" eh que ja vim com um emprego certo e isso esta me ajudando bastante. Manterei minha mente ocupada e, ao mesmo tempo, farei aquilo que sei fazer. Isso esta me motivando bastante.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou a procura de um lugar pra mim, numa parte mais bem localizada da cidade e, creio que isso sera uma grande virada em minha vida, positivamente, claro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assumir mais responsabilidades nao eh facil, mas eh necessario. Novamente, desafios sao necessarios, principalmente pra mim. Se continuasse nos Estados Unidos, seria mais um ano de divertimento, subempregos e gandaia. Parece otimo, certo? Eh sim, eh muito bom, porem sentia que precisava voltar e assumir minha vida. E que se tiver que voltar para os Estados Unidos ou outro pais sera para fazer algo maior, com mais significancia. Nao estou dizendo que o tempo que passei la nao teve significancia alguma, porque TEVE e MUITA! Mas as coisas mudam, as pessoas mudam, eu mudei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto que minha vida nao esta no Brasil. Sinto que ainda preciso experien&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ciar coisas diferentes em lugares diferentes. Mas, por enquanto, minha vida esta aqui e quero tentar aproveitar esse momento da melhor maneira possivel. Facil nao sera, mas o que eh facil na vida? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um abraco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947286516988330070-2301142319529865401?l=lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/2301142319529865401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/2301142319529865401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/2301142319529865401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-back.html' title='I am back!'/><author><name>Renan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13382193544159967610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SplLe2JCTEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2sSmkk3uKP0/S220/OgAAAAX3J-4ttjAft29PIiWQ4Q2FmyiKc2MApohCFYPCmdQJWslbBZOyDfZTBKSZLmOUrjIITh5GGgw4Yh4ADKfJmQoAm1T1U.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947286516988330070.post-5152340623198199747</id><published>2010-04-07T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T10:53:01.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/S7zGSfzEVSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hDCHigtAbPY/s1600/IMAG0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457454869541836066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/S7zGSfzEVSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hDCHigtAbPY/s320/IMAG0027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hey, how are you guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Owwwwwwww, I am living a very confusing situation in my life right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Yesterday, I went to Boston thinking that I would have a relaxing and joyful day but I got to thinking about things that I didn’t want to, instead. Ghosts from the past are hunting me AGAIN and I feel completely lost AGAIN. Everything is backwards now! I wish it was not happening to me AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“AGAIN” is a word I would never dare myself to repeat in my life AGAIN if I did something wrong or considered wrong according to my beliefs. I have said so many times that I would never make the same mistake AGAIN, and I think that, now, it is time for me to prove that I can stick to what I believe. It is not easy though….Feelings are, definitely, something not easy to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been struggling with forgiving those people who caused me pain. I will be frank and admit that I am falling into an illusion AGAIN. I’ve lived this illusion before and it didn’t work out whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So, how can I explain it to my heart? How can I tell it that some things always remain the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have built a wall between my heart and my mind. I have tried to separate feelings from goals but I left something unfinished behind, and I still don’t know which way will lead me to my “happy ending”, if there is one. At the moment, I feel that both ways will bring me more suffering and I already know that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I hope I can find my way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947286516988330070-5152340623198199747?l=lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/5152340623198199747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2010/04/again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/5152340623198199747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/5152340623198199747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2010/04/again.html' title='Again....?'/><author><name>Renan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13382193544159967610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SplLe2JCTEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2sSmkk3uKP0/S220/OgAAAAX3J-4ttjAft29PIiWQ4Q2FmyiKc2MApohCFYPCmdQJWslbBZOyDfZTBKSZLmOUrjIITh5GGgw4Yh4ADKfJmQoAm1T1U.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/S7zGSfzEVSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hDCHigtAbPY/s72-c/IMAG0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947286516988330070.post-3832752524023494836</id><published>2010-03-31T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T12:25:11.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/S7Ohc5R8okI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DQvoQkGxtY8/s1600/4fa7676f-2678-4c3c-9cf5-32d2202e2720_Large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 258px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454881091460309570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/S7Ohc5R8okI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DQvoQkGxtY8/s320/4fa7676f-2678-4c3c-9cf5-32d2202e2720_Large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hey hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempinho ja que nao venho aqui escrever! Na verdade, nao tava muito empolgado pra escrever esse mes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, teoricamente, tenho mais 3 meses e alguns dias para aproveitar Boston! Meu contrato acaba em Julho e mudarei de familia. Gostaria de continuar nessa regiao, pois ja fiz muitos amigos por aqui e gosto do lugar, porem, nem sempre podemos escolher, ne? Ficar aqui depende de muitos fatores. Mas, se tiver que ir para outra cidade tenho certeza que estarei bem com isso tambem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse mes trabalhei pouco, andei e me distrai bastante! Restaurantes brasileiros, cinema, jantares com amigos, boates, festas, muita bebedeira e tambem aproveitei os momentos que passei comigo mesmo em casa, sozinho, ouvindo musica, bebendo vinho na sala e pensando na vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh impressionante perceber que por mais que voce esteja numa cidade como Boston por quase 9 meses pensando que ja viu tudo, sempre aparece alguem pra te mostrar que tem algo que voce ainda nao viu! O bom de fazer novos amigos eh isso! Fiz muitos amigos recentemente. Maioria brasileiro, claro! Nem tem brasileiro por aqui ne? haha. Mas eu gosto! Muita gente ja me falou: “ah voce fica andando com brasileiro e nao melhora seu ingles”! Thank you guys, but my English is already good! Besides that, I do have lots of American, Mexican and German friends and I am always in contact with them =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que muitos desses amigos voce nao convive diariamente ou nao eh tao proximo, mas sao pessoas do bem, isso que importa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo por aqui anda meio louco! Teoricamente estamos na Primavera, mas, na pratica, as coisas nao estao tao floridas assim hahaa! Nas duas ultimas semanas, tivemos dias quentes e com sol, temperatura girando em torno de 65-70F, depois tivemos neve 28-30F, e agora so chove, crazy rain! Esta chovendo por 3 dias seguidos, o basement de muitas casas ja inundou. Estao ate falando que o Merrimack river, um rio que corta o estado de Massachusetts (onde vivo) e o estado de New Hapshire, esta para transbordar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui esta uma coisa que realmente tenho que pensar: Odeio dias chuvosos! Eles mexem com meu humor de uma forma que nao sei explicar! Fico melancolico, nostalgico e sei la mais o que!? Bom, como viverei em Vancouver (ja que eh isso que eu quero) sendo que la pode chover por ate 1 mes seguido?&lt;br /&gt;Algo a se pensar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando eu estou nostagico, melancolico ou com saudades de alguem, penso: Pelo menos nao estou no Brasil! Nao estou querendo ser arrogante ao dizer isso. Sempre quando desanimo, lembro como eu estava infeliz em Sao Jose dos Campos. Havia acabado de me formar, excitado com a ideia de arrumar um emprego e comecar a aplicar tudo que havia estudado durante anos, digo estudado mesmo, porque sempre levei muito a serio os meus estudos na faculdade. De repente, voce percebe que voce nao tem experiencia e que os empregos que voce conseguiu nao te dao o minimo pra voce ter uma qualidade de vida razoavel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junte a isso outras coisas que sempre temos que lidar em nossas vidas e voces terao uma ideia! Acho que muitos de voces que estao lendo isso do Brasil devem entender o que eu digo. Entao eh por isso que nunca desanimo por aqui, sempre recordo o quanto eu queria vir pra ca e rapidamente fico bem. Sinto que eu estou longe de estar pronto pra voltar ao Brasil. As diferencas sao gritantes! Claro que sinto falta de familiares, amigos e da nossa cultura, mas temos que ir atras dos nossos interesses e sonhos e claro que deixaremos algo pra tras along the way. That’s life baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947286516988330070-3832752524023494836?l=lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/3832752524023494836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2010/03/ocio.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/3832752524023494836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/3832752524023494836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2010/03/ocio.html' title='Ocio'/><author><name>Renan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13382193544159967610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SplLe2JCTEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2sSmkk3uKP0/S220/OgAAAAX3J-4ttjAft29PIiWQ4Q2FmyiKc2MApohCFYPCmdQJWslbBZOyDfZTBKSZLmOUrjIITh5GGgw4Yh4ADKfJmQoAm1T1U.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/S7Ohc5R8okI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DQvoQkGxtY8/s72-c/4fa7676f-2678-4c3c-9cf5-32d2202e2720_Large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947286516988330070.post-4952475708149537291</id><published>2010-02-23T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:35:51.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O que me importa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que me importa&lt;br /&gt;Seu carinho agora&lt;br /&gt;Se é muito tarde&lt;br /&gt;Para amar você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me importa&lt;br /&gt;Se você me adora&lt;br /&gt;Se já não há razão&lt;br /&gt;Prá lhe querer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me importa&lt;br /&gt;Ver você sofrer assim&lt;br /&gt;Se quando eu lhe quis&lt;br /&gt;Você nem mesmo soube dar&lt;br /&gt;Amor!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me importa&lt;br /&gt;Ver você chorando&lt;br /&gt;Se tantas vezes&lt;br /&gt;Eu chorei também...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me importa&lt;br /&gt;Sua voz chamando&lt;br /&gt;Se prá você jamais&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui alguém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me importa&lt;br /&gt;Essa tristeza em seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Se o meu olhar tem mais&lt;br /&gt;Tristezas prá chorar&lt;br /&gt;Que o seu!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me importa&lt;br /&gt;Ver você tão triste&lt;br /&gt;Se triste fui&lt;br /&gt;E você nem ligou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me importa&lt;br /&gt;Seu carinho agora&lt;br /&gt;Se para mim&lt;br /&gt;A vida terminou&lt;br /&gt;Terminou! Terminou! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947286516988330070-4952475708149537291?l=lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/4952475708149537291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-que-me-importa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/4952475708149537291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/4952475708149537291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-que-me-importa.html' title='O que me importa!'/><author><name>Renan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13382193544159967610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SplLe2JCTEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2sSmkk3uKP0/S220/OgAAAAX3J-4ttjAft29PIiWQ4Q2FmyiKc2MApohCFYPCmdQJWslbBZOyDfZTBKSZLmOUrjIITh5GGgw4Yh4ADKfJmQoAm1T1U.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947286516988330070.post-171115385538603409</id><published>2010-02-19T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T10:50:06.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/S37boRACNzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/f8u_GNfF65E/s1600-h/IMAG0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440026884714936114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/S37boRACNzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/f8u_GNfF65E/s320/IMAG0112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje senti que precisava escrever, falar um pouco dos sentimentos que me perseguem esses dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimamente, minhas ideias estao confusas! Muitas memorias do passado voltaram a martelar em minha mente, enquanto as experiencias do presente se confudem e perdem-se por nao saberem o que as esperam no futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, especificamente, penso muito sobre as pessoas que passaram por minha vida e que contribuiram de alguma forma para que eu me tornasse o que sou hoje. Falando assim ate parece que tenho 80 anos, nao eh? Eu sei, eu sei...tenho apenas 24 anos e passei pouca coisa, posso dizer. Muitas das quais preferia nao ter passado, realmente. Mas, nao podemos escolher muitas coisas, elas simplesmente acontecem, nao tem como escapar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh mais dificil escolher do que ser escolhido! Ja pensaram nisso?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que eh por isso que minhas experiencias sempre foram dificeis em todos os sentidos. A ideia de deixar alguem ou algo decidir sobre a minha vida ou ficar a merce de certa situacao nao me agrada. Na verdade, nao sei se conseguiria. Acomodacao, alienacao e conformismo nao fazem parte de mim. Posso, talvez, nos meus momentos de fraqueza sucumbir a alguns deles, mas logo acordo e volto a chocante realidade, a realidade de que me acomodar, me alienar e me conformar nao ira me levar a lugar nenhum, seja emocionalmente ou profissionalmente falando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma pessoa que racionaliza demais, as vezes me questiono se conseguiria ficar uma semana sem racionalizar. Eh assim com voce tambem? O problema em relacionalizar tudo eh que acabamos reprimindo alguns sentimentos, so que em certo momento eles terao que vir a tona, certo? Pois eh...certissimo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que eh so isso que quero falar sobre meus sentimentos agora. Nao to a fim de entrar em muitos detalhes. Quem me conhece e esta lendo isso, vai saber exatamente do que eu estou falando, ne? Uia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em relacao a minha vida aqui em Boston, tudo esta bem. Trabalhando muito, frio, saindo pra distrair a cabeca alguns vezes e indo muito ao cinema tambem. Nao sei o porque, mas me sinto muito bem quando estou no cinema. Sinto-me confortavel, sinto-me em casa quando estou la. E tenho ido sozinho mesmo, muitas vezes. Sabe o que eh legal? Voce ir ao cinema e ver que o filme foi rodado na cidade onde voce mora, no caso, Boston, e ser capaz de identificar as cenas e os lugares no filme. Eh tao legal isso, muito mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que, no momento, gosto mais de ir sozinho ao cinema, pois quando o filme acaba, posso trabalhar os sentimentos que o filme despertou em mim sem ter a obrigacao de dar satisfacao a ninguem. Mais uma vez me identifico como uma pessoa voltada para si nesse momento. Meus melhores programas sao os que faco sozinho. Relacionamentos? Muito obrigado, mas essa eu passo! Tenho muita coisa para trabalhar em mim ainda, antes de mergulhar em outro relacionamento. Nao estou pronto e sei o porque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, o dia esta lindo la fora: Sol, Neve cobrindo o chao e uma brisa de 5 graus. Realmente demais! Andei um pouco de manha e me senti muito bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh isso, um grande abraco =]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uWeqeQkjLto&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uWeqeQkjLto&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947286516988330070-171115385538603409?l=lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/171115385538603409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/171115385538603409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/171115385538603409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Renan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13382193544159967610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SplLe2JCTEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2sSmkk3uKP0/S220/OgAAAAX3J-4ttjAft29PIiWQ4Q2FmyiKc2MApohCFYPCmdQJWslbBZOyDfZTBKSZLmOUrjIITh5GGgw4Yh4ADKfJmQoAm1T1U.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/S37boRACNzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/f8u_GNfF65E/s72-c/IMAG0112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947286516988330070.post-2710060071518112817</id><published>2010-01-23T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T09:18:12.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vancouver in the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/S1svBcJUMII/AAAAAAAAAF8/qinvAH2fUjs/s1600-h/DSC08869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429985477506904194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/S1svBcJUMII/AAAAAAAAAF8/qinvAH2fUjs/s320/DSC08869.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vancouver is famous for its rain. It can rain here for weeks on end, but it does not usually bother me. However, several years ago, I found myself coming close to being throughly disgusted with the rain. I walked home from work one evening in the pouring rain, mumbling under my breath the whole way... that this weather was just suited to ducks. The building I lived in was large and square, and it surrounded a brick courtyard. I came around the corner into the courtyard and there, to my amazement, was a beautiful Peking duck, in a huge puddle in the middle of the courtyard quacking and splashing with obvious delight, I had to smile, glad that such joy could be found in the gray wetness of such a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have often thought that we do not have nearly enough words for rain, especially as this was first a rainforest. There is booming rain, whispery rain, rain that fulls you to sleep, and rain on the leaves which sings you awake; there is soft rain, hard rain, sideways rain, rain that makes you instantly wet, and rain that leaves soft kisses on your cheek, like the wings of a butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;Rain brings us all the shades of gray, but it also brings us the wonderful greenery that surrounds us and blesses us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regan D' Andrade, December, 1999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;[I miss Vancouver] ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947286516988330070-2710060071518112817?l=lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/2710060071518112817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2010/01/vancouver-in-rain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/2710060071518112817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/2710060071518112817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2010/01/vancouver-in-rain.html' title='Vancouver in the rain'/><author><name>Renan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13382193544159967610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SplLe2JCTEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2sSmkk3uKP0/S220/OgAAAAX3J-4ttjAft29PIiWQ4Q2FmyiKc2MApohCFYPCmdQJWslbBZOyDfZTBKSZLmOUrjIITh5GGgw4Yh4ADKfJmQoAm1T1U.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/S1svBcJUMII/AAAAAAAAAF8/qinvAH2fUjs/s72-c/DSC08869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947286516988330070.post-3511187978969132139</id><published>2010-01-20T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:42:38.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ontem foi um dia bastante curioso! Eu ja sabia que teria que trabalhar muitos dias seguidos a partir de Quarta (quarta, quinta, sexta, sabado, domingo e segunda), entao decidi fazer algo na minha terca-feira ao inves de ficar em casa pensando nos dias maravilhosos de trabalho que teria daqui pra frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, dei uma olhada pela janela para ver como estava o tempo e adivinhem? Estava nevando! okkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Respirei fundo e pensei novamente: Ficar em casa NAO! Isso era 9h da manha eu acho. Olhei o horario do proximo trem pra Boston, tomei um banho, me enrolei num mundo de roupa e sai. Sabe quando a neve nao ta bem congelada ainda? Aqui eles chama de wet snow....Ela cai em vc e derrete, ou seja, molha sua roupa, cabelo e o que mais ela quiser. Estava com minha bota de neve, guarda-chuva e a estacao de trem nao eh tao longe assim, entao continuei andando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui ao banco, saquei dinheiro e peguei o trem. Ja em Boston, fui num shopping chamado prudential, tem muitas lojas famosas la, mas, pra variar, acabei numa livraria. Entrei e comecei a ver uns livros e achei um que falava sobre escandalos sexuais em Harvard hahah! Interessante ahm? Por que quando estava estudando la nao rolou nenhum? hahahah! Deixa pra la! Bom, como toda livraria boa, havia muitas mesas para sentar e ler! Escolhi uma ao lado de uma janela de vidro grande. Lia ao mesmo tempo que observava a neve caindo do lado de fora! E, de novo pensava: Que bom estar aqui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sei que li quase um capitulo do livro. Muito bom por sinal. Semana que vem quero ir nesta livraria de novo e continuar lendo o segundo capitulo hahaha! Comecou a me dar fome, entao fui almocar com um amigo em outro local. Almocei e resolvi ir em algumas lojas, vi algumas roupas mas nao tava no humor pra experimentar e comprar, entao resolvi ir embora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrei num cinema e resolvi assistir ao filme "Nine". Musical estrelado por Nicole Kidman, Penelope Cruz, Fergie e outras atrizes. So havia eu e mais duas pessoas no cinema, muito bom! Mas nao gostei muito do filme nao, nao gostei do enredo, nao gostei muito das cancoes tambem. Mas valeu a pena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saindo do cinema, percebi que ja estava tudo escuro (4 da tarde) e percebi tambem que a neve ja tinha se transformado numa chuvinha fina! Entrei num Starbucks, pedi um chocolate quente, atravessei a rua e entrei no Boston Common (Parque no centro de Boston). Nessa epoca, tem uma pista de patinacao no gelo dentro do parque. Fiquei la ouvindo musicas no meu ipod e vendo um grupo de japoneses que estavam patinando e caindo! Dei muitas risadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabei dando umas voltas pelo parque tambem. Eh engracado ver como o parque muda durante cada estacao do ano. Quando cheguei em Boston, no verao, tudo estava verde e florido. No outono, as folhas secas cobriam o chao e agora, a paisagem esta repleta de arvores sem folhas, secas e neve. Estou ansioso para saber como sera tudo isso na primavera. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi muito bom ter saido pra curtir a cidade sozinho. Acredito que quando estamos sozinhos acabamos percebendo mais o que se passa ao nosso redor, enxergamos coisas que nao enxergariamos se estivessemos acompanhados. Entendem o que eu digo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sera que conseguirei trocar Boston por outra cidade? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por hoje eh so pessoal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um abraco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947286516988330070-3511187978969132139?l=lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/3511187978969132139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2010/01/snowy-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/3511187978969132139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/3511187978969132139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2010/01/snowy-day.html' title='Snowy day'/><author><name>Renan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13382193544159967610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SplLe2JCTEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2sSmkk3uKP0/S220/OgAAAAX3J-4ttjAft29PIiWQ4Q2FmyiKc2MApohCFYPCmdQJWslbBZOyDfZTBKSZLmOUrjIITh5GGgw4Yh4ADKfJmQoAm1T1U.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947286516988330070.post-6818397340482652459</id><published>2010-01-18T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:09:28.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desapegos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/S1U-QR02_VI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TwqUFHpyig4/s1600-h/101_1531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428313375248940370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/S1U-QR02_VI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TwqUFHpyig4/s320/101_1531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Desde que 2010 comecou, estou me cobrando para escrever um post. I was not feeling like writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 ja me trouxe muitos questionamentos! Estou para decidir se ficarei mais um ano em Boston depois de Julho ou se vou para outro lugar dos Estados Unidos. Dificil escolha ja que me apeguei muito a Boston, as amizades que fiz e as pessoas especiais que ja cruzaram meu caminho por aqui. Esse fim de semana andei pela cidade, fui comprar coisas que precisava: roupas, perfume, etc. As 4 horas da tarde ja estava tudo escuro, olhava o ceu, as luzes e sentia um aperto no peito, um aperto ao pensar que abriria mao dos momentos felizes que vivi e vivo aqui ou que me afastaria dos amigos que ja fazem parte da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porem, minha decisao esta tomada! Em Julho coloco o pe na estrada e tentarei algo novo. Nunca fui de muitos apegos. Na verdade, a palavra desapego sempre fez parte da minha formacao. No momento, penso que mais uma mudanca seria otimo para mim, mais uma aventura, mais uma forma de fugir da acomodacao, da rotina. Se consegui sair do Brasil - minha patria - deixando familia, amigos e uma "seguranca" para tras, por que nao conseguiria sair de Boston? Na qual vivi por apenas 1 ano? Parece facil ne?! Nem tanto! Tenho certeza que nao sera facil, mas vamos em frente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao sei porque estou falando isso tambem! Acho que eh uma forma de tentar trabalhar o que estou sentindo. Sinto-me bem quando escrevo, compartilho meus sentimentos e, ao mesmo tempo, eh uma forma de terapia pra mim, mesmo sabendo que talvez ninguem leia tudo isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho algo extremamente complicado essa questao dos apegos. Apego ao material, ao dinheiro, a uma determinada pessoa ou situacao, apego a ilusao ou a realidade, enfim, fraquezas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu lado emocional repete: fique em Boston; voce ja conhece a cidade; ja tem amizades; ja sabe os lugares bons para ir e se divertir; vai arriscar sair daqui?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja, meu lado racional diz: Some daqui!!!!!!!!!!! va sentir novos ares; conhecer novas pessoas; mudar sua rotina e virar sua cabeca de pernas para o ar novamente! Arrisque-se! Aventure-se!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novamente meu lado racional venceu! Ja esperava por isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, hoje foi um dia tranquilo! Trabalhei, rolei um pouco na neve, tive visitas de amigos, cozinhei frango xadrez e arroz e agora estou na minha cama, aquecedor ligado no ultimo, celular carregando, laptop no colo, comendo bolacha oreo, navegando no orkut, yahoo e-mail, fickr, facebook, youtube, blogger e no msn. Indo pra cama jaja! 12h02AM now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947286516988330070-6818397340482652459?l=lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/6818397340482652459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2010/01/desde-que-2010-comecou-estou-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/6818397340482652459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/6818397340482652459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2010/01/desde-que-2010-comecou-estou-me.html' title='Desapegos'/><author><name>Renan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13382193544159967610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SplLe2JCTEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2sSmkk3uKP0/S220/OgAAAAX3J-4ttjAft29PIiWQ4Q2FmyiKc2MApohCFYPCmdQJWslbBZOyDfZTBKSZLmOUrjIITh5GGgw4Yh4ADKfJmQoAm1T1U.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/S1U-QR02_VI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TwqUFHpyig4/s72-c/101_1531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947286516988330070.post-119495013417724112</id><published>2009-12-21T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T10:09:06.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/Sy-4LjAAMfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/IXDpkFZrZqE/s1600-h/DSC08013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417751385263321586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/Sy-4LjAAMfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/IXDpkFZrZqE/s320/DSC08013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ola pessoal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom tempo que nao apareco por aqui para postar! Eu sei, eu sei....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho muita coisa para contar hoje!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, o outono se foi! As folhas coloridas no chao, no quintal e nas ruas sumiram; o que ficou foram as arvores secas. Lindo do mesmo jeito, apenas diferente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabei o curso em Harvard! Exatamente no dia 5 de Dezembro. Foi uma experiencia muito enriquecedora, nao so pela seriedade da instituicao e dos professores, mas tambem pelos amigos que fiz. A classe era realmente inteligente e engracada. Fiquei triste e feliz ao mesmo tempo por terminar o curso. Feliz por ter realizado o sonho de estudar e concluir um curso em Harvard e triste por deixar para tras pessoas legais que conheci durante esse periodo e que contribuiram, em diversas formas, para o meu crescimento durante essa primavera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A neve veio! Antes disso, eu estava com receio de que fosse gostar apenas da primeira semana de neve e que depois comecaria a desanimar, mas, pelo contrario, acho lindo quando neva e o frio, o que falar dele? Eh o que eu mais gosto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, no primeiro post que escrevi nesse blog, em Abril deste ano, eu fiz a seguinte afirmacao:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Só saio de São José para outro país, que é o sonho que sempre tive, o de ir pro Canadá e quem sabe ficar por lá de vez. Tenho certeza que esse é um sonho que realizarei em breve e estou lutando muito para que isso aconteça”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde que a minha amiga Julie se mudou para o Canada, em fevereiro desde ano, comecamos a conversar sobre a ideia de eu visitar o Canada. Nessa epoca, eu ainda morava em Sao Jose dos Campos, ganhava pouco e trabalhava bastante. Segundo as contas que fizemos, se continuasse com esse salario, eu conseguiria ir para o Canada apenas em 2015, acreditam? Pois eh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Abril, eu tambem nao tinha nenhuma perspectiva de vir para os Estados Unidos. Dois meses depois desse post, surgia a chance de vir para ca, em Julho ja estava aqui. Em apenas dois meses o rumo da minha vida mudou de direcao completamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim que cheguei aqui, comecei a planejar a minha ida para o Canada. O que aconteceu esse mes, especificamente, do dia 8-15 de Dezembro/09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejam so, em Abril eu achava que so poderia ir para o Canada em 2015, entretanto, em Dezembro eu ja estava la. Parando para pensar nisso, quase pirei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras me somem quando o assunto eh descrever o que foi ir para Vancouver e Whistler! Realizar um sonho, reencontrar um amigo, viajar sozinho, conhecer outra cultura, ver lugares lindos, dar muita risada e no final, voltar para os Estados Unidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuando em Abril: meu pensamento naquele especifico mes era: meu ano sera morto, estagnado e preso em sao jose, recem-formado e com um salario fraco. QUE BOM QUE TUDO MUDOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh tao bom estar feliz com voce mesmo! Eh tao bom saber que estou bem comigo, mesmo estando sozinho, mesmo nao estando apaixonado por ninguem. E, melhor de tudo, nao sofrer por isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou muito feliz, pois tenho a chance de me encontrar, de me curtir. No Brasil, eu sempre tentei ser tudo para todo mundo e eu tenho certeza que me perdi no meio do caminho, me anulei. Agora, tenho a oportunidade de refletir sobre minha vida, realizar os MEUS sonhos e viver a MINHA vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Happy Holidays! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Renan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947286516988330070-119495013417724112?l=lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/119495013417724112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/12/sonhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/119495013417724112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/119495013417724112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/12/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos...'/><author><name>Renan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13382193544159967610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SplLe2JCTEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2sSmkk3uKP0/S220/OgAAAAX3J-4ttjAft29PIiWQ4Q2FmyiKc2MApohCFYPCmdQJWslbBZOyDfZTBKSZLmOUrjIITh5GGgw4Yh4ADKfJmQoAm1T1U.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/Sy-4LjAAMfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/IXDpkFZrZqE/s72-c/DSC08013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947286516988330070.post-5279504376292373865</id><published>2009-10-20T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:41:53.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/St4qUBGg7qI/AAAAAAAAAFM/vPmFql36lMI/s1600-h/mona-lisa-painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394795927017942690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/St4qUBGg7qI/AAAAAAAAAFM/vPmFql36lMI/s320/mona-lisa-painting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last week, I read an article about the way Leonardo Da Vinci used to procrastinate things in his life, I felt extremely strange and got surprised by recognizing that I am a good procrastinator as well. However, I am sure that procrastination is not only related to my life but to everyone's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever thought of how many choices you make every day? So, why do we decide to do something before or after another thing? What makes us feel better about doing it now or procrastinating it? We know that a choice can make a big difference in our lives but can the order of the facts change the quality or the importance of the things we are supposed to do? These are the three questions I asked myself when I finished reading the article. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every day, when we wake up, we choose what to eat for breakfast, what clothes to wear, which news to read in the newspaper and also the order of doing them. Breakfast or shower first? Should I try to read more now or later? Maybe I might be late for work if I do that, maybe not! Yes, I know that those things are too simple to complicate, but if we start thinking about the simple things we are used to choosing and procrastinating, we will be able to understand the important ones we postpone every day in our lives. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I also believe that procrastination is intrinsically related to anxiety. When we have something very boring, difficult or important to do, our anxiety may increase and make us feel afraid and bad about it. Then, our brain might say: “Procrastinate! So you will have more time to prepare yourself to do that and to feel better about it”. Or we can just assume we are cowards and it is better to postpone it and have an excuse to feel bad because we are late. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am sure that, in my life, procrastination is a synonym for anxiety. When I have too many things to do, I get anxious and try to postpone them as much as I can and then I feel bad because I do not have enough time to finish them. The positive thing is that now I always try to recognize this behavior so I can try to correct my attitudes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do not think that Leonardo Da Vinci was able to recognize how much he procrastinated his paintings and his works in general since he was not worried about money or commitment but with art and perfection. The biggest procrastinator of all made one of the most important paintings of all: Mona Lisa. This sentence answers the third question I asked myself: So, the order of the facts might either change or not the importance of the results. Sometimes we just have to ponder between quality and quantity and try to do our best even if we procrastinate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947286516988330070-5279504376292373865?l=lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/5279504376292373865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/10/procrastination.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/5279504376292373865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/5279504376292373865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/10/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>Renan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13382193544159967610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SplLe2JCTEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2sSmkk3uKP0/S220/OgAAAAX3J-4ttjAft29PIiWQ4Q2FmyiKc2MApohCFYPCmdQJWslbBZOyDfZTBKSZLmOUrjIITh5GGgw4Yh4ADKfJmQoAm1T1U.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/St4qUBGg7qI/AAAAAAAAAFM/vPmFql36lMI/s72-c/mona-lisa-painting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947286516988330070.post-7776577641306548950</id><published>2009-09-18T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:35:47.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amyr Klink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382860857134325906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SrPDbhDYoJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qJ5WQ3CdJpM/s320/IMG_7036.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"A man needs to travel. By his own means, not by stories, images, books or TV. By his own, with his eyes and feet, to understand what he is. To some day plant his own trees and give them some value. To know the cold to enjoy the heat. To feel the distance and lack of shelter to be well under his own ceiling. A man needs to travel to places he doesn't know to break this arrogance that makes us see the world as we imagine it, and not simply as it is or may be. That makes us teachers and doctors of what we have never seen, when we should just be learners, and simply go see it".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947286516988330070-7776577641306548950?l=lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/7776577641306548950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/09/amyr-klink.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/7776577641306548950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/7776577641306548950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/09/amyr-klink.html' title='Amyr Klink'/><author><name>Renan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13382193544159967610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SplLe2JCTEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2sSmkk3uKP0/S220/OgAAAAX3J-4ttjAft29PIiWQ4Q2FmyiKc2MApohCFYPCmdQJWslbBZOyDfZTBKSZLmOUrjIITh5GGgw4Yh4ADKfJmQoAm1T1U.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SrPDbhDYoJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qJ5WQ3CdJpM/s72-c/IMG_7036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947286516988330070.post-2891082272115133122</id><published>2009-08-28T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:07:09.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hello everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this post to talk about the experiences I've had this week so far, mainly about what I did in Boston today. Well, I've just noticed that I am getting happier and happier and It is kinda funny since I have been here for such a short period of time. My classes in Harvard will start on September 15 and I am so excited about it and willing to make new friends over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love big cities so, every time I go to Boston I come back home so happy and I don't know how to explain it. Today, for example, I went to the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston with my host family and It was really really nice. I would never imagine that one day I would see some of the original paintings of Monet, Pollock, Van Gogh, Cezanne, Renoir, Picasso and so on, in person. The musem is AWESOME. I saw ancient and contemporary objects, paintings, statues and furniture from lots of countries (China, Japan, Egypt, Mexico, Greece, Tibet, Korea and etc). It was really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we left the museum we were sooooooooo starving that we decided to go to a very different kind of restaurant called Fire and Ice. We took the train and we got off at Boston Common station and walked about 1 mile to get there. The restaurant works like this: You have a buffet, so you pick what you want to eat but the food is raw so, after picking it you take it to the cooks and they prepare your meal right away. It is funny because they sing, dance and tell jokes while they are doing it. You can eat as much as you want and at the back of the waiters' t-shirts was written: GET STUFFED! uahuaha and believe me, I really got stuffed. I came back home rolling around..ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we walked through Boston to get to the car and It was such a nice time because the streets were so busy, full of people having fun, talking or just walking around, cars and lights. I never get tired of looking at the buildings in Boston. In the same street you can see buildings in different shapes, sizes and colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I got home I thought that it would be just perfect to write since I am feeling so good and happy today. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947286516988330070-2891082272115133122?l=lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/2891082272115133122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-everybody-i-am-writing-this-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/2891082272115133122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/2891082272115133122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-everybody-i-am-writing-this-post.html' title='I feel good!'/><author><name>Renan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13382193544159967610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SplLe2JCTEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2sSmkk3uKP0/S220/OgAAAAX3J-4ttjAft29PIiWQ4Q2FmyiKc2MApohCFYPCmdQJWslbBZOyDfZTBKSZLmOUrjIITh5GGgw4Yh4ADKfJmQoAm1T1U.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947286516988330070.post-7544511315553588399</id><published>2009-08-24T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:29:03.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hoje so tenho vontade de dizer uma coisa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Independentemente de onde meu futuro me aguarda: Estados Unidos ou Canada, eu NAO volto a morar no Brasil de JEITO NENHUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So se me colocarem num aviao e me deportarem, claro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;That's all! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947286516988330070-7544511315553588399?l=lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/7544511315553588399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/08/yeah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/7544511315553588399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/7544511315553588399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/08/yeah.html' title='Yeah!'/><author><name>Renan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13382193544159967610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SplLe2JCTEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2sSmkk3uKP0/S220/OgAAAAX3J-4ttjAft29PIiWQ4Q2FmyiKc2MApohCFYPCmdQJWslbBZOyDfZTBKSZLmOUrjIITh5GGgw4Yh4ADKfJmQoAm1T1U.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947286516988330070.post-2546097100810620392</id><published>2009-08-15T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T10:24:01.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dia 13 de Agosto fez 1 mes que estou aqui nos Estados Unidos. Acho que a fase de adaptacao ja passou. Creio que me adaptei  rapidamente ao estilo de vida americano ja que eu sempre estudei muito sobre isso e tinha uma nocao boa do que me esperaria  por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que ainda nao estou 100 % adaptado pois ainda me vejo preso a algumas memorias e momentos que vivi no Brasil. Mas estou me esforcando para que isso se resolva logo e que me sinta cada vez melhor por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se leram meus posts anteriores vao lembrar que eu disse que talvez faria um curso de extensao em Harvard. Pois eh, estive em Harvard essa semana. Foi simplesmente demaisssssssss! Fui fazer um teste de Ingles que precisava fazer antes de comecar o curso e foi muito legal. Entrar naquela salas que antes havia visto apenas pela Tv, me senti muito feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andava por Harvard quando percebi estava rindo sozinho. Que sensacao boa! Como foi bom esse dia. Sai de casa, peguei o trem, desci em Boston, comprei uma bebida no Starbucks e fui para Harvard ouvindo musica no meu ipod e bebendo Starbucks. Sem palavras!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venho muito a biblioteca da minha cidade tambem. Gosto de ficar aqui lendo, entrando na internet, tudo muito calmo e aconchegante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por hoje eh isso! Abracos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947286516988330070-2546097100810620392?l=lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/2546097100810620392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/2546097100810620392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/2546097100810620392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-life.html' title='New life'/><author><name>Renan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13382193544159967610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SplLe2JCTEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2sSmkk3uKP0/S220/OgAAAAX3J-4ttjAft29PIiWQ4Q2FmyiKc2MApohCFYPCmdQJWslbBZOyDfZTBKSZLmOUrjIITh5GGgw4Yh4ADKfJmQoAm1T1U.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947286516988330070.post-8395551783585099651</id><published>2009-08-07T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:05:06.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/Snyy2KJ5WtI/AAAAAAAAADY/aSjRaeDpalQ/s1600-h/eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367361499427330770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/Snyy2KJ5WtI/AAAAAAAAADY/aSjRaeDpalQ/s320/eu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hello everybody! =]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ca estou novamente para falar mais um pouco sobre minha nova vida. Desde que escrevi meu ultimo post, muita coisa boa aconteceu por aqui. Nem lembro quando foi a ultima vez que me senti feliz como agora. Esta sendo uma experiencia extremamente enriquecedora para mim. Sao tantos fatores que contribuem para esse estado de espirito que me encontro no momento. Muitos nem saberia citar, mas basicamente estou feliz com meus sentimentos, meu estilo de vida, meu trabalho, meus amigos e feliz com a cidade e a regiao na qual estou morando, pois tem muito a me oferecer em questao de natureza e atividades ao lar livre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem me conhece sabe que sou apaixonado pela natureza e o quanto me sinto feliz quando estou cercado por ela. E isso eu tenho feito com muita frequencia por aqui. Estou praticando muitos esportes e estou impressionado como meu corpo ja mudou em tao pouco tempo. E provalmente mudara ainda mais. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eh tao bom poder conviver com pessoas de culturas diferentes. Estou aprendendo tanta coisa com as diferencas e ao mesmo tempo percebendo como o mundo eh muito maior do que eu imaginava. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Claro que tenho saudades do Brasil, da minha familia, de amigos, de cidades, mas sinto que essa eh a epoca de cuidar de mim, da minha felicidade, da importancia que o ingles tem na minha profissao e de como esse periodo que passarei por aqui sera relevante para meu futuro profissional. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acho que pela primeira vez na minha vida, estou totalmente voltado para mim e isso esta me fazendo muito bem. Eu precisava muito desse tempo sozinho e esta sendo simplesmente perfeito. Estou me reencontrando.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lembro que um dia, em Sao Jose dos Campos, cheguei tao cansado do trabalho, sentei na sala, comecei a conversar com minha mae e comentei com ela o quanto seria importante para mim caso essa viagem desse certo, pois seria minha chance de afastar de tudo para cuidar de mim, cuidar do meu bem-estar e da minha felicidade. E hoje vejo que eu estava muito certo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em relacao a passeios, tenho passeado muito: acampei, andei no gelo, tomei banho de jacuzzi, fui para varias trilhas e cachoeiras, fiz canoagem, kayaki, fui a lagos lindos, visitei montanhas e muito mais. Enfim, estou feliz, MESMO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faz quase um mes que estou por aqui e ja conheci pessoas que podem se tornar amigos para uma vida inteira. Compartilhamos nossas culturas, nossas lendas, nossas historias e nossas alegrias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A foto no comeco do post foi tirada ontem de manha enquanto assistia a um documentario na TV sobre Shakespeare! Nem gosto ne! ..rssrs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por enquanto eh isso! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um abraco =]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947286516988330070-8395551783585099651?l=lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/8395551783585099651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/08/happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/8395551783585099651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/8395551783585099651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/08/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Renan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13382193544159967610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SplLe2JCTEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2sSmkk3uKP0/S220/OgAAAAX3J-4ttjAft29PIiWQ4Q2FmyiKc2MApohCFYPCmdQJWslbBZOyDfZTBKSZLmOUrjIITh5GGgw4Yh4ADKfJmQoAm1T1U.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/Snyy2KJ5WtI/AAAAAAAAADY/aSjRaeDpalQ/s72-c/eu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947286516988330070.post-634249748795723601</id><published>2009-07-23T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T03:58:32.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>USA life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ola….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois eh, faz um bom tempo que eu nao apareco por aqui para comentar como anda minha vida ultimamente. Na verdade, desde que cheguei aos Estados Unidos, eu ainda nao tive a oportunidade de sentar em frente ao pc com calma e escrever. Hoje faz 11 dias que estou aqui e so posso dizer que tem sido um sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda no Brasil, me despedi de amigos e parentes e isso nao eh muito facil, mas foi tudo bem. A viagem foi bastante tranquila, porem cansativa. Cheguei em Nova York dia 13 de Julho as 6h30 da manha. Fomos recepcionados por um agente da universidade onde iriamos ficar e estudar por uma semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resumindo, a semana que passei nessa universidade, chamada Saint John’s university, foi uma das melhores da minha vida. Conheci pessoas de todos os cantos do mundo: Alemanha, Africa do Sul, China, Turquia, Colombia, Mexico, Argentina, Brasil, etc. Rimos demais, comemos demais, conversamos demais e estudamos demais, so nao posso dizer que dormi demais porque nao eh verdade..rsrsrsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A univeridade possui um campus gigantesco e muito bem cuidado. Foi realmente um prazer enorme ter passado esse periodo de uma semana por la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, ao final dessa semana, fizemos um tour por Nova York. Nao tenho palavras para descrever a sensacao que tive quando o onibus entrou em Manhatan. Indescritivel. Muitos predios altos e muita gente. Primeiramente, descemos do onibus e fomos tirar foto na famosa Estatua da liberdade. Para tal, pegamos uma ferry e da ferry tiramos fotos. Foi demaisssssssssssss! Depois voltamos e fomos andar em Manhatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeira coisa que eu fiz quando desci do onibus? Comprei um all star…auahauhuahhuahua Paguei 39 dolares num all star preto cano medio..rsrssrsr Depois fui no Starbucks e tomei um tall Strawberry &amp;amp; Cream, delicia! Andamos no Times Squares Garden, tiramos muitas fotos e comemos muito tambem..rsrsrs. Estar em Nova York foi algo magico pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte, cada um foi embora para seu destino. Eu vim para Reading, Massachusetts, cerca de 15 min de Boston. Minha familia eh demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No outro dia ja era meu aniversario. Fomos para New Hampshire numa festa de 4 July atrasada e comemoramos meu niver por la. Teve muitaaaaaaaaaaaaaa comida e bebida de graca e uma queima de fogos espetacular no final da noite. Nao poderia ter sido melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No domingo, conheci diversos brasileiros e algumas pessoas de outros paises. Fui canoar e no final da tarde um grupo de amigos me levou para conhecer Boston. Babei muito na cidade, claro! Linda, cheia de predios antigos e novos tambem. Chegando la fomos para um parque chamado Boston Common, o qual eh muito bem cuidado e estava cheio de pessoas deitadas na grama conversando, jogando frisby ou andando e tirando fotos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei por la um grupo de alemas e conversamos por um tempo, jogamos frisby, fomos ao mc donalds e depois fomos andar mais pela cidade. Simplesmente perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na segunda-feira fomos para um parque aquatico chamado water country, foi uma delicia! Estava bastante quente e nadei bastante. Fui ate nos water slides mais altos do parque..rsrrssr. Mais tarde, fomos para uma cidade aqui perto andar na beira da praia, ver o por-do-sol e tomar sorvete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No outro dia fui ao cinema assistir I LOVE YOU BETH COOPER. Foi muito divertido. Encontrei um pessoal da alemanha e da polonia e fomos ao cinema. Minha primeira vez no cinema aqui nos states foi mto legal, so nao entendi aquelas piadas culturais, sabe? De vez em quando todo mundo ria e eu ficava parado sem saber o que estava acontecendo..rssrs…normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, ate agora nao trabalhei, so passiei, comi e me diverti muito. Pelo que eu percebi, tudo vai ser divertido por aqui. Ja dei uma olhada em cursos e provavelmente farei um curso de extensao em Harvard, o que sera muito bom para meu curriculo quando voltar pro Brasil, caso eu volte. Provavelmente ficarei dois anos por aqui mesmo. Isso ja eh quase certeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eh meu primeiro dia de trabalho. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, eh isso. So passei para dar um hello e falar um pouquinho como foi tudo ate agora. Posso dizer que estou muito feliz de estar aqui vivendo essa experiencia maravilhosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: to sem acentuacao por causa do teclado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um abraco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361607850944002386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SmhB7vR2eVI/AAAAAAAAADI/nia5Zqs5W-k/s320/IMAG0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947286516988330070-634249748795723601?l=lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/634249748795723601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/07/usa-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/634249748795723601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/634249748795723601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/07/usa-life.html' title='USA life'/><author><name>Renan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13382193544159967610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SplLe2JCTEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2sSmkk3uKP0/S220/OgAAAAX3J-4ttjAft29PIiWQ4Q2FmyiKc2MApohCFYPCmdQJWslbBZOyDfZTBKSZLmOUrjIITh5GGgw4Yh4ADKfJmQoAm1T1U.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SmhB7vR2eVI/AAAAAAAAADI/nia5Zqs5W-k/s72-c/IMAG0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947286516988330070.post-2813984746339772230</id><published>2009-07-09T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:16:25.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olá!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bom, todos já devem saber que estou de malas prontas para viajar para os Estados Unidos, ou melhor, quase prontas. Sendo assim, resolvi falar um pouco disso e de um sonho que estou realizando nesse momento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iniciei esse blog com um post referente à mudança que tive em minha vida quando decidi sair de Bauru para tentar a vida em São José dos Campos. E cá estou, 6 meses depois, pronto para outra mudança: de São José para Boston.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desde que decidi me tornar professor de Inglês, ou seja, começar a estudar Letras-Inglês na Universidade (2003), sempre tive vontade de ir para o exterior, conhecer outras culturas e me aperfeiçoar na lingua inglesa. Com o passar dos anos, essa vontade se transformou em sonho. Não teve um dia em minha vida que não tenha pensado nisso. Que não tenha imaginado como seria minha vida em outro país e como tal experiência seria importante para minha profissão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na verdade, nunca tive muita vontade de ir para os EUA. Sempre me direcionei para outro país: o Canadá. Mesmo assim, estou muito feliz. Quando surgiu a oportunidade de fazer essa viagem não pensei 2 vezes. E tenho certeza que ao voltar tudo isso me ajudará muito para que eu alcance meu sonho de ir para o Canadá.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUDO que eu precisava nesse momento era dessa viagem. Hoje, dou Graças a Deus a todas as coisas que me aconteceram ano passado e da forma como aconteceram, pois se tivessem sido diferentes talvez não estaria viajando hoje. E tudo que mais quero é viajar. Sempre tive vontade de viajar o mundo todo, e pra isso preciso começar por algum lugar, né?!..... A minha vida esta tomando o rumo que sempre quis e essa mudança fará muito bem pra mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morar um ano nos Estados Unidos, com a possibilidade de ficar mais um ano e assim por diante, é algo que me anima demais. Não estou criando muitas expectativas nem ilusões. Vamos ver o que vai ser!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O mais dificil, a meu ver, são as despedidas. Não sou muito de despedidas. Fui a Bauru para me despedir de alguns amigos e parentes mas no fim acabei me despedindo de poucos. Aqui em São José mesma coisa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamais imaginaria, um mês atras, que nesse momento eu estaria viajando ou que passaria meu aniversário em outro país. Tudo foi muito rápido e intenso. Estou faminto por conhecer novos lugares, pessoas e culturas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu itinerário inicial: Sairei de São Paulo no dia 12 de Julho, chegarei em Nova York dia 13, ficarei uma semana lá fazendo um curso e depois voarei para Boston, onde viverei esse um ano em uma casa de família. Em 29 de Julho estamos marcando de ir acampar em New Hampshire e no dia 3 de Agosto irei ao show do COLDPLAY ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Nem acredito! Vai ser a realização de outro sonho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estive dando uma olhada em cursos e terei a chance de fazer algum em Harvard, especificamente, um chamado "English as a Second language" ou outro "CELTA". I am so happy =]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aos amigos: sentirei a falta de vocês! Mas tem algo que aprendi: amizades verdadeiras resistem à distância, disso não tenho dúvida. Só posso dizer a todos: Até logo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Na próxima, postarei dos Estados Unidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um grande abraço&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947286516988330070-2813984746339772230?l=lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/2813984746339772230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/07/sonhos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/2813984746339772230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/2813984746339772230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/07/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos!'/><author><name>Renan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13382193544159967610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SplLe2JCTEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2sSmkk3uKP0/S220/OgAAAAX3J-4ttjAft29PIiWQ4Q2FmyiKc2MApohCFYPCmdQJWslbBZOyDfZTBKSZLmOUrjIITh5GGgw4Yh4ADKfJmQoAm1T1U.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947286516988330070.post-2360922701924500480</id><published>2009-06-29T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:50:08.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Brazil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novidades: Estou embarcando dia 12 de Julho para Nova York para uma viagem de 1 ano! Legal??????????? Muitooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou tão feliz!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Faz muito tempo que não sentia isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo posto novidades sobre a viagem que se aproxima :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abraços :):):):):):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947286516988330070-2360922701924500480?l=lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/2360922701924500480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/06/bye-bye-brazil.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/2360922701924500480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/2360922701924500480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/06/bye-bye-brazil.html' title='Bye Bye Brazil'/><author><name>Renan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13382193544159967610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SplLe2JCTEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2sSmkk3uKP0/S220/OgAAAAX3J-4ttjAft29PIiWQ4Q2FmyiKc2MApohCFYPCmdQJWslbBZOyDfZTBKSZLmOUrjIITh5GGgw4Yh4ADKfJmQoAm1T1U.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947286516988330070.post-1994778603663577607</id><published>2009-06-21T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:14:55.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais mudanças</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Olá....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estou em Bauruland, minha cidade Natal. Como é bom quebrar a rotina de trabalho e de estresse de São José dos Campos e voltar à cidade de origem para distrair e aproveitar o fim de semana! Estou aqui resolvendo algumas coisas que podem mudar minha vida drasticamente à partir do dia 29 desse mês em diante. Na verdade, trata-se de uma mudança positiva a qual anseio realizar e ficarei muito feliz caso isso ocorra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava tão estagnado em São José, "entretido" com trabalho, que me esqueci o quanto era bom se divertir. Encontro-me num momento muito engraçado da minha vida. Voltar a Bauru essa semana foi muito bom para mim. Matei a saudade da minha família, dos amigos e aproveitei para celebrar muitas coisas. Dois churrascos seguigos na casa de primos e BOOM, como isso ajuda! Como é bom você estar cercado de pessoas que querem seu bem e torcem pra você da mesma forma que você torce por elas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo começou na viagem de ida para Bauru. Dentro do onibus eu assisti ao filme "A sociedade dos poetas mortos". Fazia tanto tempo que não via a esse filme que havia esquecido os textos brilhantes que são recitados pelos personagens. Tenho um post recente, no qual discuti um poema de Robert Frost. Em uma cena, o professor recita uma parte desse poema. Foi engraçado me perceber chorando no meio do filme, enquanto todos ao meu redor dormiam silenciosos. Como foi bom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa boa disso tudo foi andar de moto. Como eu gosto de fazer isso. Pegar a moto e sair sem rumo, apenas andar andar e andar. Fora isso, como disse, fui a dois churrascos na casa de uma prima e me diverti muito. (Bebi, opa).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volto para São José na segunda e creio que essa semana será muito difícil já que tenho muitas coisas para resolver e providenciar. No dia 29 tenho algo muito importante para realizar. Estou excitado e ao mesmo tempo preocupado com as mudanças que podem ocorrer daqui pra frente. Mas sei que sou uma pessoa que não teme mudanças, nunca tive medo disso. Na verdade a falta de mudanças que me preocupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje me sinto nostálgico, romântico e esperançoso. Sinto-me feliz  pelas mudanças que podem acontecer daqui pra frente em minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torçam por mim :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dia 29 apareço com novidades!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um grande abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947286516988330070-1994778603663577607?l=lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/1994778603663577607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/06/mais-mudancas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/1994778603663577607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/1994778603663577607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/06/mais-mudancas.html' title='Mais mudanças'/><author><name>Renan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13382193544159967610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SplLe2JCTEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2sSmkk3uKP0/S220/OgAAAAX3J-4ttjAft29PIiWQ4Q2FmyiKc2MApohCFYPCmdQJWslbBZOyDfZTBKSZLmOUrjIITh5GGgw4Yh4ADKfJmQoAm1T1U.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947286516988330070.post-816603595119464721</id><published>2009-06-08T09:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:06:37.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia dos Namorados</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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Decidi, desta forma, escrever um post sobre relacionamentos e falar um pouco sobre minhas experiências em relação a esse assunto. Eu (Renan), como vocês podem perceber por meio de meus textos anteriores, sou um rapaz bastante sentimental. Eu admito!!! E não tenho vergonha de afirmar isso, pelo contrário, sinto orgulho de ser assim! É muito bom saber que em meio a tanta racionalização eu me encontro na via contrária.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Nos meus relacionamentos sempre me joguei de corpo e alma. Apesar de ter tido apenas dois, em ambos fui honesto comigo mesmo e com a outra pessoa durante todo o tempo em que mantive a relação. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Segundo Antonio De Saint-Exupery : &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 141.6pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 141.6pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Cada um que passa em nossa vida passa sozinho. Porque cada pessoa é única para nós, e nenhuma substitui a outra. Cada um que passa em nossa vida passa sozinho, mas não vai só. Levam um pouco de nós mesmos e nos deixam um pouco de si mesmos. Há os que levam muito, mas não há os que não levam nada. Há os que deixam muito, mas não há os que não deixam nada. Esta é a mais bela realidade da vida. A prova tremenda de que cada um é importante e que ninguém se aproxima do outro por acaso”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Sem palavras para descrever essa citação. Você já deve conhecer, uh? Concordo plenamente com tudo! Cada pessoa que passou em minha vida foi importantíssima e única. Deixaram-me muito e acredito que, da mesma forma, levaram muito de mim. Durante o período que estivemos juntos, elas foram importantes para o meu crescimento e eu para o delas. Independentemente da forma como os relacionamentos acabaram, valeu muito a pena. Essas experiências contribuíram para a formação do Renan que eu sou hoje. Então, como pode alguém que você se relacionou não ter sido importante para você, uma vez que compartilharam tristezas, felicidades, angústias, medos, saudades e, acima de tudo, sonhos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;          &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;            Já ouvi diversas pessoas dizendo que estão cansadas de decepções amorosas e que não acreditam mais no amor. As mesmas dizem que prefeririam não ter conhecido tal pessoa, que a vida estava tranqüila antes disso e que depois tudo mudou. Penso diferente. Prefiro sofrer de amor do que ficar estagnado, sem ter ninguém em quem pensar, sem sonhar, sem lembrar o cheiro, o beijo, o toque. Nem por isso sofro, choro ou me desespero. Acho tão interessante você amar alguém, por mais que tenha acabado, por mais que você não seja correspondido ou por mais que você tenha a convicção de que não há mais volta.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;            Ainda amo. Legal! Isso demonstra o quanto meus sentimentos são verdadeiros quando decido entrar em um relacionamento. Isso me fere? De jeito nenhum, pelo contrário, me conforta. Esse sentimento não é algo negativo pra mim. Não o vejo assim. Vejo o amor como algo bonito, sincero e inocente. E irá continuar aqui no meu peito por muito tempo, creio eu. Que seja! Sinto que no momento isso me completa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;           A vida é uma explosão de sentimentos! Que bom que estou vivo para sentir tudo isso. Serão muito bem-vindos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;                       Se você quer um poema para oferecer ao seu namorado(a) nesse Dia dos Namorados, abaixo posto um dos meus poemas favoritos de Pablo Neruda, o qual uma vez também ofereci a alguém. Depois do poema, posto um vídeo clipe da banda The Cult – Painted on my heart. Se procurar pela letra vai entender melhor o significado.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;                             &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                XVII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; NÃO TE AMO como se fosses rosa de sal, topázio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ou flecha de cravos que propagam o fogo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; te amo como se amam certas coisas obscuras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; secretamente, entre a sombra e a alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Te amo como a planta que não floresce e leva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; dentro de si, oculta, a luz daquelas flores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; e graças a teu amor vive escuro em meu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; o apertado aroma que ascendeu da terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Te amo sem saber como, nem quando, nem onde,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; te amo diretamente sem problemas nem orgulho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; assim te amo porque não sei amar de outra maneira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; senão assim deste modo em que não sou nem és&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tão perto que tua mão sobre meu peito é minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tão perto que se fecham teus olhos com meu sonho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abraço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xAdi_k0sNXM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xAdi_k0sNXM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; 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color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Road not Taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This poem by Robert Frost, one of the most important American poets, summarizes the whole idea of what I want to discuss in this post. I have read this poem at the university when I was studying American Literature and I still remember how strange I felt when I finished reading it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now, I ask you: Have you ever thought of how many choices you make every day and how many of them you have made in your life so far? Have you ever stopped to think of how much difference one choice can make in your life, dude? That’s the point! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As Robert Frost has said: one choice makes all the difference! I couldn’t agree more!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Every day when you wake up, you choose what to eat for breakfast, what clothes to wear, which news to read in the newspaper and so on. So, in your opinion, may those choices influence in your daily life, even if you consider them as simple ones?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What about “important” choices? What are important choices for you? Choosing a career, for example? Is it a relevant choice? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How do you decide to start a relationship with a person? And how do you decide to end it? What help you or not when you have to make the choice?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can say I am an extremely passionate person. Although I ponder about my choices I always consider my feelings and hardly ever my rational thoughts. Is it something bad? Maybe! I don’t know….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do you consider others opinion when you have to choose? Whom? Do you think it is important?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;“I took the one less traveled by” “Because it was grassy and wanted to wear”. So, why do people always decide to take the most traveled path? Why not the grassy one? Do you think fear is one of the most dangerous feelings? Yes, I do. You can use fear either to motivate you or not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It depends on how you face it, doesn’t it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do you regret any choices you have made in your life? I don’t. No matter what people say, you have to make your own choices and be strong when you realize it was a wrong one. So, what is a wrong choice for you? Are there wrong choices? If you could come back in time would you change everything or something? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am sure you would come back in time, wouldn’t you? But if you do it, what would happen with the experiences you had learned from it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some people always say: “I told you!!! You shouldn’t have done that and bla bla bla! Is it important for you? I have heard it several times in my life and believe me I don’t give a shit…Why? Because I needed to go through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Today I am who I am because of my mistakes and rights. Right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So always keep one thing in mind: You still have a choice even if you think you don’t and think about the grassy path one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947286516988330070-5058017265771499942?l=lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/5058017265771499942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/05/making-choices.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/5058017265771499942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/5058017265771499942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/05/making-choices.html' title='Making choices'/><author><name>Renan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13382193544159967610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SplLe2JCTEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2sSmkk3uKP0/S220/OgAAAAX3J-4ttjAft29PIiWQ4Q2FmyiKc2MApohCFYPCmdQJWslbBZOyDfZTBKSZLmOUrjIITh5GGgw4Yh4ADKfJmQoAm1T1U.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947286516988330070.post-1226554863972920798</id><published>2009-05-24T20:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:03:29.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CRenan%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt; 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	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Nothing very special happened to me this week. I had my normal days, working, taking buses, teaching classes, talking to my students and laughing with them, correcting stuff and nothing else. Well, I have good news. Do you remember that my Ipod was stolen? Because of this, my friend Julie has sent her Ipod to me as a gift. So, soon, I’ll have another one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Today, I don’t feel like writing so I just came up to say hello and post a video clip from my favorite band Coldplay. The song is called “Strawberry Swing”. I hope you enjoy it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N-AaFpjhUTE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N-AaFpjhUTE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947286516988330070-1226554863972920798?l=lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/1226554863972920798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/1226554863972920798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/1226554863972920798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Renan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13382193544159967610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SplLe2JCTEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2sSmkk3uKP0/S220/OgAAAAX3J-4ttjAft29PIiWQ4Q2FmyiKc2MApohCFYPCmdQJWslbBZOyDfZTBKSZLmOUrjIITh5GGgw4Yh4ADKfJmQoAm1T1U.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947286516988330070.post-427610290256442503</id><published>2009-05-17T13:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:35:41.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hã?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CRenan%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Durante essa semana eu tive meus altos e baixos devido a alguns fatos que me aconteceram. Desde segunda passada eu estava ansioso para participar da virada cultural aqui de São José. Iria ter a participação de diversos artistas por meio de peças de teatro, shows, exibições de filmes, entre outras atividades culturais. Fiquei a semana inteira esperando por isso.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Porém, na sexta-feira, um dia antes de começar a virada cultural, nada muito agradável me aconteceu: fui assaltado dentro de um estabelecimento, especificamente, em uma das escolas onde trabalho. Nós, professores, estávamos numa sala estudando quando, de repente, um rapaz entrou e disse que era um assalto. De imediato, quase ri! Pensei que fosse alguma brincadeira sem graça ou algo do tipo. Mas não era! O rapaz, armado, nos levou a uma sala da escola. Ao entrar na sala vi que os outros funcionários já tinham sido rendidos e encontravam-se sentados. Nesse momento nos revistaram e pediram que ficássemos sentados, esperando. Após organizarem o que iriam levar, nos amordaçaram, amarraram nossas mãos com fitas e nos deixaram trancados dentro da sala.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Acho que o pior momento pra mim foi quando um dos bandidos (4) encanou que eu estava escondendo algo. Percebendo o nervosismo do rapaz, eu levantei e mostrei que não havia nada e que ele podia me revistar novamente. Passou! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Em nenhum momento fiquei nervoso, muito menos pensei em morte ou se iria morrer ali. Não tenho medo de morrer, há coisas piores que podem acontecer na vida de uma pessoa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;De mim roubaram dinheiro, objetos pessoais, documentos e meu Ipod. Acho que fiquei mais triste por causa do meu Ipod. Não por causa do valor financeiro (não sou fútil assim!), mas pelo valor sentimental. Lembro bem da fase que estava vivendo quando o comprei e o quanto fiquei feliz com isso. Sou uma pessoa que gosta muito de música, ouço música o dia inteiro. Portanto, foi meio complicado perceber que ele tinha sido levado no meio das minhas coisas. Fazer o quê?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Pelo menos ninguém se machucou! Isso que importa. O resto podemos trabalhar e comprar novamente.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Agora me perguntem: Então você não foi à virada cultural, Renan? Fui sim =] &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Agora mais do que nunca decidi ir, distrair a cabeça e espantar o baixo-astral do assalto. Combinei com dois amigos e fomos, primeiramente, ao show do Toquinho que aconteceu no Parque da Cidade. Tava um frio do caramba, mas foi muitoooooooooooooooooo bom! Toquinho é simplesmente demais! A melhor parte pra mim foi quando ele tocou Trem das Onze, gosto muito dessa música e ela possui um significado muito grande pra mim, pois me faz lembrar de momentos especiais que vivi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Saímos do show e fomos direto ao teatro municipal para assistir à apresentação de um grupo de dança de Diadema. Apresentaram o espetáculo “Crendices...Quem disse?”. O espetáculo fez uma homenagem às crendices populares que são parte integrante do cotidiano dos brasileiros. As coreografias foram elaboradas com base na pesquisa do romance A Pedra do Reino, de Ariano Suassuna, além de referências das danças e manifestações religiosas de origem africana.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Ou seja? Simplesmente DEMAIS! Nunca tinha visto uma apresentação de dança em um teatro e fiquei encantado com a habilidade, esforço e as coreografias apresentadas pelos dançarinos/atores. A trilha sonora, assinada pelo grupo Pedra Branca foi PERFECT! Inclusive eles utilizaram uma Cítara. Nunca tinha visto alguém tocar esse instrumento e foi muito interessante ouvir novos sons. Sai da peça pensando em um trilhão de coisas referentes à nossa cultura, crenças e em relação a minha própria vida.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Ao acabar a apresentação, nos dirigimos ao espaço Mário Covas, ao lado do teatro, onde alguns filmes estavam sendo exibidos. Chegamos a tempo de assistir ao filme brasileiro “Cinema, Urubus e aspirinas”. Esse longa-metragem foi rodado no sertão da Paraíba, portanto, podem imaginar a fotografia linda que o filme nos apresentava em cada cena. Os lugares, as pessoas, a cultura paraibana e a forma de viver desse povo simples e sofrido. Gostei bastante!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Ao término do filme, lá pelas 2h30 da manhã, voltamos ao teatro para assistir a última peça teatral da madrugada. Porém, ao chegarmos lá, vimos que todos os ingressos haviam se esgotado. Pensamos em ir embora quando, do nada, chegou um rapaz e nos deu os três ingressos que ele possuía. Valeuuuuuuuuuu! Então fomos ver a peça de comédia do grupo Metrancas. Deu pra rir bastante. Os dois atores são muito bons e engraçados também. Enfim, acabei chegando em casa as 6h30 da manhã...rs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;O incentivo a cultura é algo que não deveria acontecer apenas em um final de semana do ano. Acredito que todos nós merecíamos mais eventos como esse. Não acha?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Hoje ainda estão acontecendo alguns eventos da virada cultural. Até gostaria de ir, mas estou muito cansado. Vamos ver se crio coragem! =]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Abaixo, estou postando o clipe da música “Run” do grupo Snow Patrol.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A Julie me enviou essa música e gostei muito do conteúdo da letra e da melodia. Espero que gostem. Nos últimos dias essa foi a música que mais ouvi. A última que ouvi no meu Ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Um abraço e até mais.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZQbgihHWNGo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZQbgihHWNGo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947286516988330070-427610290256442503?l=lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/427610290256442503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/05/ha.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/427610290256442503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/427610290256442503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/05/ha.html' title='Hã?!'/><author><name>Renan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13382193544159967610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SplLe2JCTEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2sSmkk3uKP0/S220/OgAAAAX3J-4ttjAft29PIiWQ4Q2FmyiKc2MApohCFYPCmdQJWslbBZOyDfZTBKSZLmOUrjIITh5GGgw4Yh4ADKfJmQoAm1T1U.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947286516988330070.post-1039495590411149777</id><published>2009-05-10T21:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T07:09:24.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Hi, today I decided to write this post in English so that I can practice my writing skills and avoid some Brazilian readers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.9pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;It is funny and strange to realize how much our lives can change in a short period of time. I’ve had lots of experiences like that and it’s still difficult to understand and to get used to new changes. I think you know what I’m saying. Everybody knows, but each experience is different from one person to another. Crashing a car, for example, can be more painful for me than to another person or the other way around. Some people might say: “That was nothing; I always crash my car and stuff. It is normal”. Well, as I said “an experience differs from person to person and so do the feelings involved in it”. It’s not so hard to understand.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;In 2007, I lost a very special person. Someone who made the difference in my life. Someone I could really rely on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;It’s not so easy to find someone like that just walking around and I knew it. Suddenly, everything changed and I was alone. I got depressed when I noticed that I would never see this person again. Nothing was making any sense to me at that moment. Life was empty, dark and obsolete - so was I.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I lost my path!!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;At that time I was studying at the university and developing a project of scientific initiation about teaching and learning English. During this period, I learned something very useful: Life doesn’t stop for you to figure out your problems and feelings!!! You just have to keep on moving, no matter what happens.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Although I was destroyed, I had to study, to do my “obligations” and to live. So, when I was at the university specifically in the classroom I tried hard to forget what was happening in my life and, sometimes, it wasn’t so difficult since I had wonderful friends there. But, everyday, after class my world would simply crash. I got used to crying. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Reading&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and writing were extremely difficult to me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I don’t know how but I finished my research and the semester as well. Was it hard? YES, A LOT! Nobody can imagine how hard it was, as I said, these were my experiences.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;“I think I started getting better only ten months later”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Well, why am I saying all this stuff? I don’t know! Maybe I need it; maybe I just want to say that I still remember this person everyday. Today it was strange, you know, mother’s day, and on this date we were always together with our mothers and it is very meaningful to me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Life is odd, we think we’ve overcome something but it is still there, maybe waiting to show up and say hello. Of course nowadays my feeling about this is not as intense as it used to be two years ago, but it's still here, in silence.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I thank God everyday for giving me the opportunity to live with such a wonderful person during a period of six years. It was a gift. I also thank Him for putting special people in my way, so that they could help me to overcome it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;In this year of 2009, my life has changed a lot. It seems like when my life changes I am transported to these memories from 2007. I think it is something that is going to happen all my life. Old memories come against new ones. Because of this, today I am more sensitive. This afternoon I was listening to my favorite band, Coldplay, and I remembered of many facts and situations from my life, including the moments I lived with my friend Julie in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bauru&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. A person that was and is very important to me. I don’t know if you know it Julie, but it’s true. If I could I would marry you rsrsrsrs. But….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;For now, that’s all!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Below, you have a picture of me. It was taken  at the mall by Carol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;yesterday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;(Saturday).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; I was tired because I worked at school from 8 am to 2 pm and after that I walked downtown a lot and then we (Carol and I) went to the mall to eat at Mc. Donald’s (yummy) and have some fun. That’s why I look so destroyed in the pic, auhauha, but it was fun. =]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Hugs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SgetlGrDb6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HaQsoy8G9wA/s1600-h/mall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SgetlGrDb6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HaQsoy8G9wA/s320/mall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334423136601599906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Hoje seria um domingo que tinha tudo pra ser tedioso e eu ficaria, com certeza, o dia inteiro enfiado em casa, provavelmente na internet, lendo ou corrigindo tarefa. Porém, na hora que eu acordei, exatamente, às 9h30 e abri a janela, percebi que não podia desperdiçar esse dia dentro de casa. Sabe aqueles dias que tem um sol fraquinho e uma brisa fresca? Que você sai na rua e tem vontade de ficar ali sentado na calçada deixando o sol bater em seu rosto? Sendo assim, pensei: “Tenho tanta coisa pra fazer: corrigir tarefas, textos, preparar aula, mas o dia está tão lindo, o que faço”? Claro que eu resolvi sumir! Auhauh&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Combinei, então, com a Carol (cain, cain..rs) de nos encontrarmos em uma praça no centro da cidade e de lá iríamos para o Parque Santos Dumont. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Bom, cheguei à Praça umas 11h30 e fomos comer no Habib’s. Enchemos a pança e resolvemos ir ao Parque a pé. Não sei como, fomos parar do outro lado da cidade, acho que lá perto da Vila Industrial, praticamente perto do Vista Verde, auhauhahuauhauha, ou seja, nos perdemos ¬¬&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Sendo assim, tivemos que pegar um ônibus para voltar e descer na Avenida São João de onde o Parque ficava mais perto. Só que antes disso, resolvemos entrar &lt;st1:personname productid="em outro Parque" st="on"&gt;em outro Parque&lt;/st1:personname&gt;, este é chamado Parque Vicentina Aranha, lugar legal com muitas árvores e outras coisas mais. O povo vai nesse parque só para caminhar mesmo e aos domingos de manhã sempre tem algum show. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;História do lugar: &lt;/strong&gt;O                          Sanatório Vicentina Aranha, foi inaugurado em 27                          de abril de 1924, sendo o primeiro da fase sanatorial                          a ser construído na cidade. O projeto é                          do arquiteto Ramos de Azevedo e as obras foram executadas                          pelo engenheiro Augusto de Toledo. Em 1980, por decisão                          da Santa Casa de São Paulo, passou a abrigar um                          hospital geriátrico, fechado em 2003. Em 1996 foi                          preservado pelo Comphac (Conselho Municipal do Patrimônio                          Histórico, Artístico, Paisagístico                          e Cultural) e, em 2001, tombado pelo Condephaat (Conselho                          de Defesa do Patrimônio Histórico, Artístico,                          Arqueológico e Turístico do Estado de São                          Paulo). Em 2004, foram encerradas as atividades no complexo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Bom, demos uma volta por lá, rimos, tiramos fotos, conversamos em Inglês perto de uns guardas que ficaram meio calados e fomos para o Parque Santos Dumont....rs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Chegando lá, já negociamos o preço do algodão doce com o tiozinho, sentamos num quiosque e ficamos ali papeando uahuauaha. Depois comemos algumas frutas que levamos na mochila (farofa) e resolvemos dar mais uma volta pelo parque. Fomos ao jardim japonês e ficamos sentados ouvindo música. Levantamos novamente, compramos pipoca e sentamos de novo. Por fim, tiramos mais fotos e fomos ao banhado ver o pôr-do-sol.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Andamos até o banhado, nossa como andamos hoje..rsrsrsrs. E ficamos ali por cerca de uma hora e meia esperando o sol se pôr, foi demaisssssssssssssssssss! A vista era simplesmente estupenda. Aquele campo aberto e o sol se pondo ao fundo no horizonte. Just perfect!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Enfim, havia chegado a hora de partir. Sentamos no ponto de ônibus para vir embora. De repente, um cara doidão, passou e perguntou se eu tinha dinheiro para dar a ele. Eu disse que não, que só tinha o meu passe, que não tinha mais nada. O cara então virou e disse: “Ô rapa, eu acabei de roubar um cara que não quis me dar o dinheiro” e saiu fora falando umas coisas, auhuahu, LOUCO! Rimos do cara depois, nada a ver.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Outra coisa que achei legal, aqui em São José, é que passagem de onibus de domingo vale 1,60. Nos outros dias da semana é 2.10. Legal, em Bauru não tinha isso também..auhauhauha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Essa andança de hoje faz parte do Tour “Conhecendo São José dos Campos a pé” auhauhhau! Saí de casa às 10h e voltei às 19h só passeando pela cidade e conhecendo os parques, vendo pôr-do-sol e, é claro, rindo muito e tirando fotos. Isso é bom! Sempre gosto de sair do que é ordinário, me sinto bem e me sinto menos alienado. =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;PS: Nem preciso comentar a companhia perfeita e engraçada e louca e sei lá mais o que de Dona Carol Mangelardo..rsrsrrs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/Sf5GO2LyWwI/AAAAAAAAACw/1xEP6qaAPjc/s1600-h/OgAAAAX3J-4ttjAft29PIiWQ4Q2FmyiKc2MApohCFYPCmdQJWslbBZOyDfZTBKSZLmOUrjIITh5GGgw4Yh4ADKfJmQoAm1T1UPrsRopFewejr8MV1GbAbSlull9g.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/Sf5GO2LyWwI/AAAAAAAAACw/1xEP6qaAPjc/s1600-h/OgAAAAX3J-4ttjAft29PIiWQ4Q2FmyiKc2MApohCFYPCmdQJWslbBZOyDfZTBKSZLmOUrjIITh5GGgw4Yh4ADKfJmQoAm1T1UPrsRopFewejr8MV1GbAbSlull9g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/Sf5GO2LyWwI/AAAAAAAAACw/1xEP6qaAPjc/s320/OgAAAAX3J-4ttjAft29PIiWQ4Q2FmyiKc2MApohCFYPCmdQJWslbBZOyDfZTBKSZLmOUrjIITh5GGgw4Yh4ADKfJmQoAm1T1UPrsRopFewejr8MV1GbAbSlull9g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331776229730310914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;         Hoje no banhado vendo o pôr do sol :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Hoje acordei às 7h da manhã com o miado de um gatinho que estava na garagem de casa. Depois de 20 incansáveis minutos de miação eu comecei a ouvir outro miado, desta vez de outro gato, creio que era a mãe. De imediato o gatinho parou de miar. Acho que se reencontraram, foram embora e eu não consegui mais dormir. Levantei inquieto, pensativo, melancólico e decidido a largar meu segundo emprego, o qual havia começado apenas três semanas atrás. Sai da cama, tomei um banho, arrumei minha mochila e sai de casa decidido a realmente dar um fim nesse emprego. No ponto de ônibus, em frente de casa, pensei: “Vou entrar no primeiro ônibus que passar” –&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Foda-se! Felizmente ou não, passou um que ia justamente para onde eu “precisava” ir.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Sabe, tirando o aperto, o barulho e a espera, eu até gosto de pegar ônibus, acreditem ou não. Em fevereiro de 2008, ainda morando em Bauru e fazendo faculdade, meu pai comprou uma moto para que eu não precisasse mais pegar tanto ônibus para ir à faculdade, já que todos os dias eu precisava pegar quatro ônibus, pois morava longe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Bom, mas eu gostava de pegar ônibus. Tudo bem que eu não conhecia ninguém dentro do ônibus, mas todos os dias eu encontrava as mesmas pessoas e outras novas. Sei lá, era legal! No fim das contas, acabei tirando a carta de moto só em Dezembro, ou seja, continuei o ano inteiro andando de ônibus apesar de ter uma moto &lt;st1:personname productid="em casa. Após" st="on"&gt;em casa. Após&lt;/st1:personname&gt; um mês que havia tirado a carta, resolvi vir para São José e cá estou eu utilizando o transporte público novamente.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Voltando onde eu estava: Entrei no ônibus hoje, estava frio e a rua estava coberta de neblina. Sentei, liguei meu mp3 e deixei rolar o álbum de músicas dos anos 80-90. Comecei a reparar nas pessoas, nas suas faces, suas expressões, roupas, jeitos, gestos, se estavam felizes, tristes ou sonolentas e fiquei ali tentando adivinhar o que todas elas estavam pensando. Durante o trajeto também observei a cidade. Tudo é novo, gosto de observar!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Cheguei ao meu destino, desci, andei até a escola, perguntei à funcionária se o coordenador estava presente e ela me informou que ele só chegaria à 1h da tarde. Nesse momento meu relógio marcava 10h. Peguei minha mochila e resolvi ir até um Parque ali perto, cerca de sete quadras. Durante o caminho, passei por alguns cafés muito aconchegantes. Fiquei com vontade de entrar, tomar um cafezinho e ficar ali pensando na vida, mas lembrei que não tinha dinheiro. Continuei andando!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;De repente, lá estava eu no Parque Santos Dumont. Um lugar não muito grande, porém calmo e muito agradável. Andei um pouco por lá e resolvi sentar em um banco no espaço do jardim japonês. Já fazia sol e o dia estava radiante. A sombra da árvore japonesa me aliviava. Trata-se de um jardim muito bem cuidado, com muitos bonsais e árvores tipicamente japonesas. Havia também um lago com uma queda d’àgua, borboletas, pombas, peixes, pessoas fazendo caminhada e outras sentadas sozinhas em bancos verdes provavelmente refletindo sobre suas vidas, assim como eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Fiz bem ter ido lá, esse post escrevi enquanto permaneci nesse jardim, ouvindo os pássaros, as crianças brincando no playground, o barulho da água caindo no lago e alguns aviões no céu. Por falar nisso, só hoje eu vi três modelos diferentes de aviões. Achei legal! Em Bauru não tinha isso =]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Enfim, gostei, foi uma experiência boa, acho que eu simplesmente precisava ter ido a esse parque hoje e refletir um pouco sobre “tudo” e outras coisas mais. Valeu a pena! Farei isso mais vezes...Abraço&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Ps: Não larguei o serviço!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SfpPxKctvfI/AAAAAAAAACA/_WpANXwlD5k/s1600-h/parquesd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SfpPxKctvfI/AAAAAAAAACA/_WpANXwlD5k/s320/parquesd.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330660814983380466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                                                                                              &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;     Eu e minha irmã Raissa nesse parque em Dezembro de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947286516988330070-8903180551010043314?l=lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/8903180551010043314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/04/strange-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/8903180551010043314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/8903180551010043314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/04/strange-day.html' title='Strange day'/><author><name>Renan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13382193544159967610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SplLe2JCTEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2sSmkk3uKP0/S220/OgAAAAX3J-4ttjAft29PIiWQ4Q2FmyiKc2MApohCFYPCmdQJWslbBZOyDfZTBKSZLmOUrjIITh5GGgw4Yh4ADKfJmQoAm1T1U.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SfpPxKctvfI/AAAAAAAAACA/_WpANXwlD5k/s72-c/parquesd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947286516988330070.post-3278486639214585773</id><published>2009-04-28T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:35:12.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Relutei por um tempo em criar um espaço para expor aspectos da minha vida e os sentimentos que a permeiam, porém, influenciado pela minha amiga Julie (a brilhant person) – eu decidi fazer esse blog com o intuito de escrever e me expressar de diversas formas, trocando idéias com outros blogueiros ou até mesmo discutindo sozinho aprendizados diários.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há cerca de 4 meses saí de minha cidade Natal (Bauru/SP) para tentar algo novo aqui na cidade de São José dos Campos/SP. Nada muito brilhante, uma vez que inúmeras pessoas tomam esse tipo de atitude e saem de casa para tentar algo novo. Mas as experiências e os sentimentos que circundam a partida, a chegada e o melhor de tudo: a adaptação, configuram-se como uma profusão de sentimentos bons e ruins. Sabemos que toda mudança é difícil, mesmo que você a deseje muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sendo assim, não poderia ter sido diferente comigo. Sair de Bauru, de algo certo e confortável, onde sua família se encontra e onde você possui “proteção”, não foi algo fácil. Na verdade, sempre soube que deixar amigos e uma parte da família para trás seria algo difícil, mas foi muito mais do que eu imaginava, ainda mais nos dois primeiros meses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente, você percebe que está numa cidade estranha, sem amigos, se adaptando a ambientes e tentando criar novas amizades. Isso é não é fácil!!!! Some tudo isso a lembranças anteriores que você possui na cidade que você se encontra e o resultado é assustador. Porém, conforme os dias foram passando, percebi o quanto o apoio dos meus amigos, apesar de estarem longe, foi importante para a minha adaptação. Junte a isso o apoio de novos amigos e pessoas queridíssimas que conheci aqui em São José.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje acredito que uma das piores coisas que podemos fazer em nossas vidas é nos afastar de nossos amigos, pois eles sempre estão dispostos a conversar, chorar, sorrir e batalhar com e por você. Claro, que muitas vezes esse afastamento acontece de forma natural, simplesmente tomamos rumos diferentes, mas o laço sempre continua ali, por mais que a pessoa esteja longe, por mais que ela esteja, por exemplo: em Vancouver no Canadá (Julie bear).Por isso, meus amigos possuem um espaço extremamente importante em minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graças a eles, e a outras pessoas, hoje não penso mais em voltar pra Bauru, pelo contrário, ninguém me tira mais daqui...rs. Só saio de São José para outro país, que é o sonho que sempre tive, o de ir pro Canadá e quem sabe ficar por lá de vez. Tenho certeza que esse é um sonho que realizarei em breve e estou lutando muito para que isso aconteça. Enfim, estou feliz! Feliz com meus amigos (os de sempre e os novos) e por morar em uma cidade que oferece muito mais do que eu imaginava, em todos os sentidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vejo que sair de Bauru foi um pulo enorme que dei em minha vida, pra melhor, é claro. Dificuldades sempre vão existir, atualmente, encontro muitas, porém a forma como as encaro, I mean, como sempre as encarei é o que me faz ser essa pessoa alegre e sonhadora. Vejo que sou muito mais forte do que imaginava e tenho a certeza de que a vida tem valor e que eu tenho valor diante da vida (W.S) =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/Sfetq7XM_vI/AAAAAAAAABo/P6y8ISkNfpo/s1600-h/ATgAAABPADmkgtMy0-3xh1otMi2Y7IO17cuBbY_4BJT5debqvIe7HNkMjgmBaxRqrg99gpFxfs1-vj3Rd3mMA-SwlgiXAJtU9VAL0nzTjCjTh42_-lJrpqeHlX0mxg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/Sfetq7XM_vI/AAAAAAAAABo/P6y8ISkNfpo/s320/ATgAAABPADmkgtMy0-3xh1otMi2Y7IO17cuBbY_4BJT5debqvIe7HNkMjgmBaxRqrg99gpFxfs1-vj3Rd3mMA-SwlgiXAJtU9VAL0nzTjCjTh42_-lJrpqeHlX0mxg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329919637017394930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3947286516988330070-3278486639214585773?l=lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/feeds/3278486639214585773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/04/changes.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/3278486639214585773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3947286516988330070/posts/default/3278486639214585773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinsonnet.blogspot.com/2009/04/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Renan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13382193544159967610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/SplLe2JCTEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2sSmkk3uKP0/S220/OgAAAAX3J-4ttjAft29PIiWQ4Q2FmyiKc2MApohCFYPCmdQJWslbBZOyDfZTBKSZLmOUrjIITh5GGgw4Yh4ADKfJmQoAm1T1U.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vf-55xjhluc/Sfetq7XM_vI/AAAAAAAAABo/P6y8ISkNfpo/s72-c/ATgAAABPADmkgtMy0-3xh1otMi2Y7IO17cuBbY_4BJT5debqvIe7HNkMjgmBaxRqrg99gpFxfs1-vj3Rd3mMA-SwlgiXAJtU9VAL0nzTjCjTh42_-lJrpqeHlX0mxg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
