<?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-5731070076476585794</id><updated>2011-09-24T21:22:47.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mostly Harmless.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-2121600672105655469</id><published>2009-10-20T11:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:56:41.540-02:00</updated><title type='text'>No one is as lucky as us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.paramore.com.br/2009/10/13/hayley-fala-sobre-cada-musica-do-bne/"&gt;http://www.paramore.com.br/2009/10/13/hayley-fala-sobre-cada-musica-do-bne/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-2121600672105655469?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/2121600672105655469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=2121600672105655469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/2121600672105655469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/2121600672105655469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-one-is-as-lucky-as-us.html' title='No one is as lucky as us.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-5510185124786482829</id><published>2009-10-13T09:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T09:12:10.819-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/StRubgcFB1I/AAAAAAAAARs/WITsRaaK5p8/s1600-h/f8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392056072712554322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/StRubgcFB1I/AAAAAAAAARs/WITsRaaK5p8/s400/f8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us be in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-5510185124786482829?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/5510185124786482829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=5510185124786482829&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/5510185124786482829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/5510185124786482829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-us-be-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/StRubgcFB1I/AAAAAAAAARs/WITsRaaK5p8/s72-c/f8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-565233883166845554</id><published>2009-10-06T14:39:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:06:13.089-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Músico decreta o fim da franja emo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SsuGa7FV6iI/AAAAAAAAARk/jeZWYBrtslw/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389549176173750818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SsuGa7FV6iI/AAAAAAAAARk/jeZWYBrtslw/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Será que finalmente nos veremos livres das franjas compridas caídas sob os olhos e emplastadas de gel? Isto se trata de um momento histórico! E deve ser registrado. Pete Wentz, baixista do Fall Out Boy, decretou o fim das franjinhas emo durante um show no Madison Square Garden, em Nova York, no último domingo. 'Vocês ouviram Death Of Autotune do Jay-Z?', perguntou o músico referindo-se à canção contrária ao tão utilizado programa que distorce a voz. 'Esta é a morte do corte de cabelo emo', completou, sentando-se em uma cadeira no palco. Enquanto a banda tocava Saturday, ele teve suas madeixas cortadas com uma máquina elétrica por Mark Hoppus, baixista do Blink 182, que está em turnê com o Fall Out Boy. Mais tarde no Twitter, Wentz escreveu: 'Me sinto mais aerodinâmico'." &lt;em&gt;ClickRBS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WTF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-565233883166845554?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/565233883166845554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=565233883166845554&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/565233883166845554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/565233883166845554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/10/musico-decreta-o-fim-da-franja-emo.html' title='Músico decreta o fim da franja emo.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SsuGa7FV6iI/AAAAAAAAARk/jeZWYBrtslw/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-8914327294487173581</id><published>2009-10-04T04:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T04:20:00.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ei, não é por mal, mas eu &lt;em&gt;não sou assim&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-8914327294487173581?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/8914327294487173581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=8914327294487173581&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/8914327294487173581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/8914327294487173581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/10/ei-nao-e-por-mal-mas-eu-nao-sou-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-6577807226212832790</id><published>2009-10-03T08:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T04:21:08.521-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois é, hoje em dia tudo vaza antes do lançamento... até o Enem. E isso depois de mandar um bando de gente fazer a prova em outra cidade. Uma palavra: tenso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-6577807226212832790?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/6577807226212832790/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=6577807226212832790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/6577807226212832790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/6577807226212832790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/10/pois-e-hoje-em-dia-tudo-vaza-antes-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-6612468252708295948</id><published>2009-09-23T13:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:06:17.271-03:00</updated><title type='text'>God knows the world doesn't need another band, but what a waste it would've been.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SrpVZrVXWrI/AAAAAAAAARM/AiVCzTurmFg/s1600-h/ojouf6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384710204092275378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SrpVZrVXWrI/AAAAAAAAARM/AiVCzTurmFg/s320/ojouf6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ontem, a uma semana de seu lançamento oficial e depois de vazar em baixa qualidade, vazou o terceiro cd do Paramore, Brand New Eyes. Desde que o segundo álbum deles, Riot!, vazou na internet, há uns dois anos e meio, eles são uma das minhas bandas preferidas e, pra mim, uma das bandas mais promissoras da atualidade. Então, o novo trabalho deles era o lançamento do ano mais aguardado por mim. E valeu cada dia de espera.&lt;br /&gt;A vocalista Hayley Williams é uma garota doce e simpática mas, na hora de escrever letras, ela é melhor quando é má. Com muito a desabafar, ela escreveu as letras de Brand New Eyes, basicamente, sobre o período tenso que os membros da banda viveram no ano passado: não aguentavam mais ver a cara uns dos outros, se irritavam por pequenas coisas, cancelaram vários shows e quase chegaram ao limite. Felizmente, tudo terminou bem, e isso originou um álbum extremamente sincero e muitas vezes agressivo, enérgico e contagiante. Minhas duas faixas preferidas são Playing God, que tem uma das melhores letras do cd, e Looking Up, que sintetiza a mensagem geral de BNE ("could've given up so easily / ... / taking for granted almost everything that I would have died for just yesterday") e também diz porque eles resistiram e continuaram com a banda ("I've always wanted this and it's not a dream anymore, it's worth fighting for"). A parte mais calma do cd fica por conta de Turn It Off (outra das melhores letras), The Only Exception (candidata a single) e Misguided Ghosts (a música mais diferente do álbum). As melodias, como de costume no Paramore, são bem trabalhadas e contagiantes. Hayley usa sua voz perfeitamente, sendo agressiva e suave nos momentos certos.&lt;br /&gt;Brand New Eyes não sairá de meus headphones tão cedo. What a waste it would've been! They're just getting started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-6612468252708295948?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/6612468252708295948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=6612468252708295948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/6612468252708295948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/6612468252708295948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-knows-world-doesnt-need-another.html' title='God knows the world doesn&apos;t need another band, but what a waste it would&apos;ve been.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SrpVZrVXWrI/AAAAAAAAARM/AiVCzTurmFg/s72-c/ojouf6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-1357768791061520624</id><published>2009-08-29T11:24:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T11:44:55.050-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't beg, I don't borrow, I still.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/Spk70RuRN4I/AAAAAAAAARE/man2xwuCajk/s1600-h/e5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375393399540103042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/Spk70RuRN4I/AAAAAAAAARE/man2xwuCajk/s320/e5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gravado em 2006 e a ser lançado no dia 15 de setembro, Break Up, parceria do cantor folk Pete Yorn com a atriz, ocasionalmente cantora e minha atriz preferida Scarlett Johansson, é aguardado por mim com ansiedade desde que eu soube da existência do álbum. Adoro a Scarlett cantando, adoro a voz dela e até gosto do Anywhere I Lay My Head (cd de covers de Tom Waits que ela lançou ano passado), mas jazz definitivamente não me agrada. Então, dei pulinhos de alegria quando soube que ela tinha gravado um cd de folk, um estilo totalmente fofo e agradável. As vozes de Scarlett e de Yorn combinaram perfeitamente, e a voz da atriz se encaixou muito bem no estilo. Com apenas nove canções, se destacam I Don't Know What To Do, o single e já conhecida Relator e Search For Your Heart. Recomendadíssimo e obrigatório para os fãs de Scarlett.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-1357768791061520624?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/1357768791061520624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=1357768791061520624&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/1357768791061520624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/1357768791061520624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-beg-i-dont-borrow-i-still.html' title='I don&apos;t beg, I don&apos;t borrow, I still.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/Spk70RuRN4I/AAAAAAAAARE/man2xwuCajk/s72-c/e5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-5246723425533231120</id><published>2009-08-21T14:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:16:06.631-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Not part of my joke.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As pessoas são LOUCAS. No mau sentido. Sério. E adooooram distorcer o que tu fala pra parecer que a louca é VOCÊ. Depois não entendem porque eu sou anti-social e desconfiada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-5246723425533231120?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/5246723425533231120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=5246723425533231120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/5246723425533231120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/5246723425533231120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-part-of-my-joke.html' title='Not part of my joke.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-6255396894642838950</id><published>2009-08-12T14:12:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T15:16:18.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fangs up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm no cynic, you know, I'm just getting bored&lt;br /&gt;I'm no cynic, no, I got a heart of gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I'm cold, cold, cold, baby, why so cold?&lt;br /&gt;I'm super sweet sealed with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Don't get offended if there's something you miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only show you what I want you to see&lt;br /&gt;I've got my t-t-t-t-tongue in my cheek&lt;br /&gt;If you see them laughing, don't follow 'em&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they're not part of my joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always be just who you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;And keep my t-t-t-tongue in my cheek&lt;br /&gt;A hopeless romantic you'll never see&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're not in on the joke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gabe Saporta:&lt;/strong&gt; O último álbum era sobre "Hey, nós somos o guilty pleasure. E não estamos nem aí". E eu acho que desde então, muito mais pessoas ouviram nossa banda, e algumas delas não entendem a piada. E eu acho que a razão de nós termos fãs tão ótimos é porque eles &lt;em&gt;entendem&lt;/em&gt;. E é sobre as pessoas que não entendem, que pensam que a gente é só palhaço, que esse música fala. Nós só mostramos a vocês o que nós queremos que vocês vejam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You're Not In On The Joke, melhor música de Hot Mess, terceiro álbum do Cobra Starship. Uma banda que mistura powerpop, electropop, rap, rock, bom humor e sarcasmo para criar uma identidade extremamente original e criativa. E essas características estão cada vez mais presentes, transformando a banda em um dos melhores exemplos de que música pop e letras divertidas, definitivamente, não são sinônimos de música de qualidade duvidosa ou futilidade. Os cobras vão continuar alegrando os dias meus, de todos os fãs e de cada vez mais pessoas, because cobras never say die!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-6255396894642838950?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/6255396894642838950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=6255396894642838950&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/6255396894642838950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/6255396894642838950'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-9136634158289827991</id><published>2009-08-08T10:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T10:13:22.362-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VENDO ALMA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Preço: ingresso pro show do The Killers em São Paulo dia 21 de novembro e/ou passagem pra São Paulo (a negociar).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-9136634158289827991?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/9136634158289827991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=9136634158289827991&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/9136634158289827991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/9136634158289827991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/08/vendo-alma.html' title='VENDO ALMA!'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-4699413445214846080</id><published>2009-07-31T15:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T15:48:36.175-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The driveway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It happened. There's no avoiding it. No forgetting.&lt;/em&gt; E tudo o que eu posso fazer é lutar pra que não aconteça de novo. Porque agora eu tenho certeza: não vou desistir. É o que eu quero, e tenho as armas necessárias pra batalhar, e vencer. So, that's what I'm doing, that's what I'll keep on doing. Eu não aguento mais essa vida de vestibulanda - escolhi meu caminho (há muito tempo) e até escolhi um caminho alternativo, então quero fazer logo alguma coisa! Agora eu também sei que seguir esse caminho alternativo enquanto tento alcançar meu objetivo maior não é uma desistência. No meu caso, é um modo de não enloquecer, porque meu cérebro vai entrar em pane com outro ano como esse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-4699413445214846080?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/4699413445214846080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=4699413445214846080&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/4699413445214846080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/4699413445214846080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/07/driveway.html' title='The driveway.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-6366187513275715418</id><published>2009-07-31T15:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T15:41:15.428-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A um ausente.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho razão de sentir saudade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tenho razão de te acusar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Houve um pacto implícito que rompeste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e sem te despedires foste embora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Detonaste o pacto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Detonaste a vida geral, a comum aquiescência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;de viver e explorar os rumos de obscuridade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sem prazo sem consulta sem provocação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;até o limite das folhas caídas na hora de cair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Antecipaste a hora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teu ponteiro enlouqueceu, enlouquecendo nossas horas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que poderias ter feito de mais grave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;do que o ato sem continuação, o ato em si,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o ato que não ousamos nem sabemos ousar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;porque depois dele não há nada?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho razão para sentir saudade de ti,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;de nossa convivência em falas camaradas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;simples apertar de mãos, nem isso, voz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;modulando sílabas conhecidas e banais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;que eram sempre certeza e segurança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sim, tenho saudades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sim, acuso-te porque fizeste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o não previsto nas leis da amizade e da natureza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nem nos deixaste sequer o direito de indagar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;porque o fizeste, porque te foste.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-6366187513275715418?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/6366187513275715418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=6366187513275715418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/6366187513275715418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/6366187513275715418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/07/um-ausente.html' title='A um ausente.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-7947460706781735211</id><published>2009-07-25T10:54:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:11:23.981-03:00</updated><title type='text'>It could be worse than it looks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Escrito e dirigido por Mark Herman a partir do livro de John Boyne, o roteiro ambientado durante a Segunda Guerra Mundial gira em torno do pequeno Bruno, um menino de oito anos de idade que, filho de um oficial do Terceiro Reich, tem as preocupações típicas de uma criança comum: aborrecido com a mudança da família para o interior, onde o pai administrará um “campo de trabalho”, ele logo se vê entediado pela falta de companhia – e, assim, é com alegria que conhece um garotinho que, vivendo do outro lado da cerca eletrificada da “fazenda” próxima à sua casa, parece usar “pijamas” o dia inteiro. É fácil perceber como esta premissa poderia se transformar rapidamente num melodrama maniqueísta e artificial com o claro propósito de inundar de lágrimas os olhos dos espectadores, mas, para crédito de Herman, o filme ganha força justamente em função de sua abordagem contida, que evita até mesmo escalar duas crianças excessivamente “engraçadinhas” para viver a dupla principal, privilegiando a espontaneidade dos pequenos intérpretes que, assim, surgem verossímeis e, por isso mesmo, mais tocantes. Da mesma forma, o cineasta não tenta martelar as crueldades do regime nazista na cabeça do público, ciente de que já estamos mais do que familiarizados com os horrores perpetrados por Hitler e sua corja. Esta estratégia, aliás, já fica clara na seqüência inicial da projeção, quando a câmera do diretor acompanha alguns garotinhos alemães enquanto estes brincam despreocupadamente pela cidade, eventualmente encontrando dezenas de judeus que, sob a brutal supervisão de soldados nazistas, são obrigados a esvaziar suas casas a fim de serem conduzidos aos campos de concentração – algo que as alegres crianças, concentradas em suas brincadeiras, obviamente não notam (e, mesmo que notassem, não seriam capazes de compreender as implicações do que viram). Este, aliás, é o ponto-chave de O Menino do Pijama Listrado: durante quase toda a narrativa, testemunhamos aquele terrível período a partir do ponto de vista das crianças, que, ingênuas ou mergulhadas em seu próprio mundo sem compromissos, muitas vezes não percebem ou compreendem o que está ocorrendo. Além disso, o contraste entre as realidades de Bruno e Schmuel não poderia ser maior: enquanto o primeiro é um garoto saudável e alegre, o segundo surge com os dentes apodrecidos pela subnutrição e com um ar de cansaço doloroso de se testemunhar em uma criança – e é ainda mais tocante ouvir sua primeira pergunta ao descobrir que Bruno vive na casa localizada nas proximidades: nada sobre seus brinquedos ou seus pais, mas sim se “há comida lá”. Já Bruno, ao ouvir a informação de que seu novo amigo é judeu, reage com um susto que é conseqüência das dezenas de histórias pavorosas certamente narradas pelos adultos anti-semitas. Ainda assim, com a abertura que só uma criança pode exibir, ele logo descarta suas idéias preconcebidas ao perceber que, judeu ou não, Schmuel é um menino como ele – e, portanto, um parceiro ideal de brincadeiras. Da mesma forma, ainda que o medo provocado por um adulto repressor provoque um sério desentendimento entre os garotos, é a doçura infantil de ambos que permite que, mesmo magoados, sejam capazes de se perdoar pela mentira que, sabem, era apenas uma forma de se protegerem da crueldade do mundo dos mais velhos. Comandando com segurança a narrativa, Mark Herman eventualmente passa a focar também o olhar dos adultos, algo quase inevitável para o desenrolar da história – e, assim, passamos a acompanhar principalmente a crescente desilusão da mãe de Bruno diante do marido à medida em que percebe a dimensão dos atos deste. Se inicialmente ela exibe um anti-semitismo igualmente revoltante (em certo instante, ao ver um prisioneiro judeu em sua casa, reclama, como se tivesse se deparado com um rato: “Havia um deles em nossa cozinha!”), a mulher vivida por Vera Farmiga eventualmente passa a perceber o óbvio: a humanidade daquelas pessoas. Como se não bastasse, ela testemunha, aterrorizada, a doutrinação de sua filha mais velha por um professor nazista, que realiza uma verdadeira lavagem cerebral na impressionável garota. Mas se tematicamente o filme ressoa bem, é em seu aspecto dramático que realmente se revela marcante: com uma conclusão impactante em sua impiedosa ironia, O Menino do Pijama Listrado constrói seu clímax com eficiência através da montagem nervosa de Michael Ellis, que alterna o foco da narrativa com precisão cirúrgica entre os garotos e os adultos, e da ótima trilha de James Horner – que, normalmente tão inclinado ao excesso e à auto-repetição, aqui encontra um ótimo equilíbrio ao comentar a trama sem tentar conduzi-la através da dramatização excessiva. Com isso, Herman constrói um desfecho mergulhado em dor e terror, lembrando-nos de algo que os adultos que levam seus filhos para acompanhar sermões de intolerância e ódio deveriam ter sempre em mente: no final das contas, são nossos filhos quem pagam – e caro – pelos erros de julgamento que cometemos."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pablo Villaça&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque diz exatamente a minha opinião sobre o filme, e porque ele é o melhor crítico de cinema que eu conheço :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-7947460706781735211?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/7947460706781735211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=7947460706781735211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/7947460706781735211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/7947460706781735211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-could-be-worse-than-it-looks.html' title='It could be worse than it looks.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-1569283139443239947</id><published>2009-07-11T10:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:08:13.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Life sucks, then you die.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quase um ano depois de seu lançamento, a edição em português do último livro da saga Twilight, Amanhecer, chega às livrarias. Devorei o livro em menos de três dias. Sabia muita coisa da história e de todos os defeitos apontados pelos leitores e, por isso, já estava preparada para me decepcionar um pouco - o que acabou nem acontecendo. Sinceramente, alguém esperava mesmo outra coisa além de sexo implícito? O livro é bem menos casto do que eu imaginava, e Bella acordando cheia de hematomas e coberta de penas é o bastante pro leitor imaginar o que aconteceu. A maior reclamação dos twilighters - a falta de uma guerra entre os Cullen e os Volturi -, pra mim, fez todo o sentido. Atacar o outro lado naquelas situações iria totalmente contra a personalidade dos dois clãs, e a tal "conversa milagrosa" foi um conflito mental tenso que chegou à beira de se transformar em batalha em vários momentos. A evolução de Bella, com tantas coisas novas e estranhas acontecendo em sua vida (o casamento, a gravidez e a imortalidade) foi mostrada perfeitamente, e ela continua a mesma garota "com um cérebro defeituoso" do primeiro livro, só que levando uma vida completamente diferente do que ela jamais imaginou. Uma saga de amor como Crepúsculo não poderia acabar de outra maneira: depois de todos os conflitos, Edward e Bella agora são felizes, e é assim que continuarão para sempre. O imprinting que Jacob sofre com Renesmee, a fofíssima filha do casal principal, forma uma aliança inquebrável entre lobisomens e vampiros. Aliás, em Amanhecer, o mundo sobrenatural da saga ganha muito mais destaque, mas não deixando de lado o amor apaixonado e desesperado da humana-e-depois-vampira e do vampiro. Twilight pode não é o melhor livro do mundo em termos de qualidade, mas cumpriu perfeitamente bem seu papel: te encantar, te deixar suspirando pelo amor verdadeiro e intenso dos protagonistas e não te deixar desgrudar do livro até que termine. E que venham os três filmes restantes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-1569283139443239947?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/1569283139443239947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=1569283139443239947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/1569283139443239947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/1569283139443239947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-sucks-then-you-die.html' title='Life sucks, then you die.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-3660252384936668820</id><published>2009-06-27T11:08:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:31:38.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'>They don't look at me the same.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SkYswmOlxWI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/uiOHYTQRNEo/s1600-h/d7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352014420583499106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SkYswmOlxWI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/uiOHYTQRNEo/s320/d7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paramore's &lt;strong&gt;BRAND NEW EYES&lt;/strong&gt;, to be released in September 29th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;01 Careful&lt;br /&gt;02 Ignorace&lt;br /&gt;03 Playing God&lt;br /&gt;04 Brick By Boring Brick&lt;br /&gt;05 Turn It Off&lt;br /&gt;06 The Only Exception&lt;br /&gt;07 Feeling Sorry&lt;br /&gt;08 Looking Up&lt;br /&gt;09 Where The Lines Overlap&lt;br /&gt;10 Misguided Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;11 All I Wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cd que eu mais espero esse ano, junto com o do Arctic Monkeys. Cada vez mais orgulhosa de ser fã deles. *-*&lt;br /&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/5731070076476585794-3660252384936668820?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/3660252384936668820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=3660252384936668820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/3660252384936668820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/3660252384936668820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/06/they-dont-look-at-me-same.html' title='They don&apos;t look at me the same.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SkYswmOlxWI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/uiOHYTQRNEo/s72-c/d7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-8569539660763689136</id><published>2009-06-20T09:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T09:17:01.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can almost see it, that dream I'm dreaming, but there's a voice inside my head saying, "You'll never reach it". Every step I'm taking, every move I make feels lost with no direction. My faith is shaking but I, I gotta keep trying, gotta keep my head held high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-8569539660763689136?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/8569539660763689136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=8569539660763689136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/8569539660763689136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/8569539660763689136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-can-almost-see-it-that-dream-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-8057558937040181476</id><published>2009-06-02T11:00:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:14:26.654-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just boiling in my blood.</title><content type='html'>best fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SiUynWYg7OI/AAAAAAAAAQc/6NBxNCV4nuM/s1600-h/normal_a003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342732184549649634" style="WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SiUynWYg7OI/AAAAAAAAAQc/6NBxNCV4nuM/s400/normal_a003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakthrough male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SiUyd0TM9qI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8evafyVtTnA/s1600-h/d9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342732020781741730" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SiUyd0TM9qI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8evafyVtTnA/s400/d9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SiUyThra3FI/AAAAAAAAAQM/jAphnSiSTnk/s1600-h/normal_a015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342731843984350290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SiUyThra3FI/AAAAAAAAAQM/jAphnSiSTnk/s400/normal_a015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new moon trailer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SiUyIi0aB8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/_I8gUrSplDI/s1600-h/JACOB+AU+AU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342731655311919042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SiUyIi0aB8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/_I8gUrSplDI/s400/JACOB+AU+AU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best female performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SiUx6Nus2_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/SVcQSJ3iX-M/s1600-h/normal_a009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342731409132674034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SiUx6Nus2_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/SVcQSJ3iX-M/s400/normal_a009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SiUxoaUo7BI/AAAAAAAAAP0/xrEoJmA7xQg/s1600-h/564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342731103275379730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SiUxoaUo7BI/AAAAAAAAAP0/xrEoJmA7xQg/s400/564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;twilight dominou o movie awards! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-8057558937040181476?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/8057558937040181476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=8057558937040181476&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/8057558937040181476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/8057558937040181476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-fight-breakthrough-male-best-kiss.html' title='Just boiling in my blood.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SiUynWYg7OI/AAAAAAAAAQc/6NBxNCV4nuM/s72-c/normal_a003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-2442366763267813549</id><published>2009-05-29T16:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:43:05.706-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The past is a place that you can never return to, even though people say that this is where you belong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-2442366763267813549?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/2442366763267813549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=2442366763267813549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/2442366763267813549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/2442366763267813549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/05/past-is-place-that-you-can-never-return.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-5421580764632635895</id><published>2009-05-20T14:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:52:20.889-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There where definitely parts of my character I didn't approve of, and maybe from time to time I had moments when I didn't like mysfel much. But I got through each day as it came to me, and so far I'd survived everything life had thrown at me. I could only hope that the survival was worth the price I'd paid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-5421580764632635895?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/5421580764632635895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=5421580764632635895&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/5421580764632635895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/5421580764632635895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-where-definitely-parts-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-4208802634560578539</id><published>2009-05-10T02:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T09:17:49.842-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SgZm_r0vwFI/AAAAAAAAAPc/GdkVJLtCECE/s1600-h/0365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334064052948680786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SgZm_r0vwFI/AAAAAAAAAPc/GdkVJLtCECE/s400/0365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm not afraid of anything in this world. There's nothing you can throw at me that I haven't already heard. I'm just trying to find a decent melody, a song that I can sing in my own company. I never thought you were a fool but, darling, look at you. You gotta stand up straight, carry your own weight. These tears are going nowhere, baby. I will not forsake the colors that you bring, but the nights you filled with fireworks, they left you with nothing. I am still enchanted by the light you brought to me. I still listen through your ears, and through your eyes I can see. And you are such a fool to worry like you do. I know it's tough, and you can never get enough of what you don't really need now. I was unconscious, half asleep. The water is warm till you discover how deep. I wasn't jumping - for me it was a fall. It's a long way down to nothing at all. You've got to get yourself together. You've got stuck in a moment and you can't get out of it. Don't say that later will be better, now you're stuck in a moment and you can't get out of it. And if the night runs over, and if the day won't last, and if our way should falter along the stony pass.. it's just a moment, this time will pass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Um ano depois, finalmente, centésimo post! Por mais que eu não escreva aqui tanto quanto eu gostaria e poste mais coisas que outros escreveram do que eu mesma, eu amo ter um lugar onde eu posso dizer exatamente o que eu penso, ou algo que tenha a ver com o que eu sinto ou sentia na hora. A letra é de Stuck In A Moment You Can't Get Out Of, do U2, e a foto é da Bella porque tem tudo a ver com New Moon :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-4208802634560578539?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/4208802634560578539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=4208802634560578539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/4208802634560578539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/4208802634560578539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/05/stuck.html' title='Stuck.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SgZm_r0vwFI/AAAAAAAAAPc/GdkVJLtCECE/s72-c/0365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-6623605847714951700</id><published>2009-05-09T09:02:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T02:36:04.495-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todo mundo diz que odeia falsidade e escreve "turns off: falsidade" no perfil pessoal do orkut. Aí escutam umas verdades e ficam putinhos. "Sinceridade é ótimo, mas longe de mim"? "A verdade pode doer mas é a verdade - só não me jogue uma na cara"? AAAAARGH, nãonascipraisso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-6623605847714951700?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/6623605847714951700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=6623605847714951700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/6623605847714951700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/6623605847714951700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/05/todo-mundo-diz-que-odeia-falsidade-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-3416806974470657921</id><published>2009-05-05T17:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:47:17.014-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Biologia é algo extremamente lindo, mas, damn it, eu ODEIO Botânica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-3416806974470657921?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/3416806974470657921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=3416806974470657921&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/3416806974470657921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/3416806974470657921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/05/biologia-e-algo-extremamente-lindo-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-7296515422786109085</id><published>2009-05-03T10:52:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T11:04:36.803-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corpo Humano: Real e Fascinante.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de ser vista por mais de 450 mil pessoas em São Paulo, em 2007, e outras 220 mil no Rio de Janeiro, entre setembro e janeiro passados, chega a Porto Alegre a exposição "Corpo Humano: Real e Fascinante". Com patrocínio do BarraShoppingSul e realização no Brasil da Egg Produções, de Stephanie Mayorkis, em parceria com a Premier Exhibitionse JAM Exhibitions, a mostra será aberta ao público no dia 07 de março e vai ocupar cerca de 1500 metros quadrados do Centro de Eventos do BarraShoppingSul.&lt;br /&gt;A exposição, que já percorreu 34 cidades em todo o mundo, tem uma concepção diferenciada e inédita, desenvolvida em caráter prioritariamente educativo, sob direção médica do norte-americano Dr. Roy Glover. "Corpo Humano: Real e Fascinante" recorre a 16 corpos e 225 órgãos verdadeiros para revelar - em todos os seus aspectos - o funcionamento do corpo humano e seus sistemas. Para tanto, faz uso de uma técnica chamada polimerização, em corpos adultos de homens e mulheres, para obter resultados que evidenciam com absoluta precisão as variações e diferenças apresentadas por nossa espécie.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os corpos e órgãos exibidos são de indivíduos acometidos de morte natural, que optaram por participar de um programa de doação de seus próprios corpos em benefício da ciência e da educação, realizado pela República Popular da China. A iniciativa fornece material anatômico para comunidades médicas e científicas, para fins educacionais e de pesquisa, não só em solo chinês - onde estão os maiores especialistas em dissecação de corpos - como também no exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dissecação&lt;/em&gt; - Vale ressaltar que o estudo da anatomia e a dissecação humana se tornaram, ao longo da História, de valor inestimável para o entendimento do corpo humano, seus sistemas e funções, além de permitir avanços no tratamento, cura e prevenção de doenças. A mostra permite uma melhor compreensão de como maus hábitos ou doenças podem interferir no funcionamento do corpo. Órgãos saudáveis e não-saudáveis são colocados lado a lado. Conforme relata o Dr. Roy Glover, "durante muitos anos foram idealizados modelos para representar o corpo. Porém, eles não permitem nenhuma variação estrutural - o que consideramos fundamental para a percepção das diferenças na formação corporal de cada indivíduo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Setores&lt;/em&gt; - A exposição é dividida em nove setores para representar cada sistema do organismo humano: "Esqueleto" e suas mais de 100 juntas evidencia o papel condutor e regulador do "Sistema Muscular"; a velocidade impressionante de comunicação das células do "Sistema Nervoso"; a utilização do oxigênio pelo "Sistema Respiratório" e os processos químicos e mecânicos que compõem o "Sistema Digestivo". Também contempla o processo de filtração contínuo do"Sistema Urinário", a combinação única dos cromossomos do óvulo e do espermatozóide e a formação embrionária no"Sistema Reprodutor"; a manutenção da vida pelo "Sistema Circulatório" e a preservação de um corpo saudável graças aos avanços das pesquisas médicas e tecnológicas, representada em "O Corpo Tratado". Neste último segmento, são lembrados ainda o desenvolvimento de próteses para a maioria das partes do corpo e os equipamentos que auxiliam os médicos na sala de cirurgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre fui dooooida pra ir numa dessas exposições, então surtei quando essa chegou aqui! Fui ontem e foi FODA. Beleza exterior? Que nada, somos realmente lindos por dentro hahaha :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-7296515422786109085?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/7296515422786109085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=7296515422786109085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/7296515422786109085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/7296515422786109085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/05/corpo-humano-real-e-fascinante.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-7029506626709285654</id><published>2009-04-30T18:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T10:51:34.789-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooh, shiny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SfwkdkGBKLI/AAAAAAAAAPU/j9da5cyD-bA/s1600-h/wolverine_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331176149223549106" style="WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SfwkdkGBKLI/AAAAAAAAAPU/j9da5cyD-bA/s400/wolverine_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;MELHOR. FILME. DO. ANO. Wolvie is the best in what he does!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-7029506626709285654?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/7029506626709285654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=7029506626709285654&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/7029506626709285654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/7029506626709285654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/05/oooh-shiny.html' title='Oooh, shiny.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SfwkdkGBKLI/AAAAAAAAAPU/j9da5cyD-bA/s72-c/wolverine_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-2415021803576339547</id><published>2009-04-28T08:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:21:36.462-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PRESSURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;13 de abril - 12h26 - Novo Enem será realizado nos dias 3 e 4 de outubro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 de abril - 16h28 - UFRGS não adotará novo vestibular em 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 de abril - 16h22 - RS: UFCSPA adere ao novo Enem como etapa única de seleção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;em&gt;joy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-2415021803576339547?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/2415021803576339547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=2415021803576339547&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/2415021803576339547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/2415021803576339547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/04/13-de-abril-12h26-novo-enem-sera.html' title='PRESSURE'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-6107293351845023123</id><published>2009-04-24T15:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:05:42.727-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chill out, what you're yelling for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu sempre fico um pouco nostálgica escutando o Let Go, primeiro cd da Avril Lavigne. Não, eu não faço parte dos "fãs" que amava ela "punk e skatista" e odeia a "nova" Avril "patricinha". Mas eu lembro perfeitamente de como tudo começou - como aquela garotinha surgiu do nada e conquistou o mundo (mesmo que metade negue) e me fez acompanhá-la até agora. Da primeira vez que vi o clipe de Complicated e fiquei toda empolgada e pedi pro meu pai baixar o cd no trabalho, já que a internet discada dificultava as coisas, rs. E de como a cada música eu gostava mais e mais da Avril, e de como eu me tornei, pela primeira vez, fã de alguém do mundo da música. Roupas e cores de cabelo não importam - ela vai ser sempre a mesma, alguém com quem eu me identifico TANTO, e minha cantora preferida :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-6107293351845023123?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/6107293351845023123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=6107293351845023123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/6107293351845023123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/6107293351845023123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-do-you-have-to-go-and-make-things.html' title='Chill out, what you&apos;re yelling for?'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-2847135596539005511</id><published>2009-04-21T11:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:15:05.527-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do you know? Oh, you know NOTHING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-2847135596539005511?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/2847135596539005511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=2847135596539005511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/2847135596539005511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/2847135596539005511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-do-you-know-oh-you-know-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-9166109753557255235</id><published>2009-04-19T02:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T02:40:08.701-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/Seq5ET5N5iI/AAAAAAAAAOk/NFvix5FBOAE/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326272993029908002" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/Seq5ET5N5iI/AAAAAAAAAOk/NFvix5FBOAE/s400/002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;rere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-9166109753557255235?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/9166109753557255235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=9166109753557255235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/9166109753557255235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/9166109753557255235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/04/rere.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/Seq5ET5N5iI/AAAAAAAAAOk/NFvix5FBOAE/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-852898690606491644</id><published>2009-04-18T10:25:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:08:16.156-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I should have crushed your skull under my heel when you were born.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SenVxBc-pUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/EZxylsN8Mzo/s1600-h/underworld3_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326023072522609986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SenVxBc-pUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/EZxylsN8Mzo/s400/underworld3_08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mesmo com seus defeitos, sou fã de Underworld desde que vi o primeiro filme da saga. O filme que se aproveitava da noite e dos tons escuros pra disfarçar um orçamento reduzido fez sucesso inesperado e ganou uma continuação boa, mas com correria e ação exageradas. Ao invés de fazer de outro filme na mesma linha, tiveram uma idéia melhor e transformaram um flashback do primeiro em uma "pré-continuação" no terceiro volume da série. A história é bem contada e coerente, mostrando o início da rivalidade entre os aristocráticos vampiros e seus escravos e guardiõs diunos, os lycans (lobisomens) - e essa foi a primeira vez que eu torci pros lobos. Lucian, lycan protegido do rei vampiro Viktor, se apaixona pela filha dele, Sonja - uma espécie de Romeu &amp;amp; Julieta sobrenatural. Não podendo ficar com a amada e alvo da ira do pai dela quando ele descobre, Lucian lidera sua espécie rumo à liberdade e à vingança. Se você viu o primeiro filme, sabe como tudo acaba. Michael Sheen depende seu papel, mais uma vez, com competência, e transformado agora em herói. Nota: Sheen vai interpretar Aro Volturi, o tarããn rei dos vampiros do universo de Stephenie Meyer, em New Moon. Kind of ironic, não? E uma ótima escolha :) Bill Nighy é um tanto exagerado, mas sempre ótimo, e seu Viktor dois mil anos mais novo não se preocupa em esconder sua maldade. Rhona Mitra (Sonja) não tem metade do talento e da beleza de Kate Beckinsale (intérprete de Selene, heroína dos dois primeiros filmes) mas se saiu bem como a princesa vampira amada pelo pai que quer mostrar que não tem nada de donzela em perigo. Como toda saga cinematográfica que dá lucro, Underworld pode não terminar como trilogia. Resta torcer pra que não esqueçam que o universo criado por Len Wiseman é muito bom pra ser desperdiçado com cenas de ação vazias.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-852898690606491644?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/852898690606491644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=852898690606491644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/852898690606491644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/852898690606491644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-should-have-crushed-your-skull-under.html' title='I should have crushed your skull under my heel when you were born.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SenVxBc-pUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/EZxylsN8Mzo/s72-c/underworld3_08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-5561158348164846007</id><published>2009-04-18T10:04:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T12:04:33.024-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why don't you walk away? No buildings will fall down.&lt;br /&gt;Won't you walk away? No quake will split the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Won't you walk away? The sun won't swallow the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Won't you walk away? Statues will not cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: um minuto de silêncio pelo cancelamento da SET :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-5561158348164846007?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/5561158348164846007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=5561158348164846007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/5561158348164846007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/5561158348164846007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-dont-you-walk-away-no-buildings.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-7675187621219603083</id><published>2009-04-04T09:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T09:56:54.183-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm trying hard these days not to procrastinate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se eu tivesse um pouquiinho menos de auto-controle e determinação, damn it, eu largava tudo. Mas eu tenho o suficiente, então continuo com a cara enfiada nos livros, mesmo que minha vontade seja ler Southern Vampire (meus mais novos bebês *¬*) all day long. Querer curso concorrido na faculdade é foda,viu, não recomendo :~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-7675187621219603083?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/7675187621219603083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=7675187621219603083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/7675187621219603083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/7675187621219603083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-trying-hard-these-days-not-to.html' title='I&apos;m trying hard these days not to procrastinate.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-6234033586128371416</id><published>2009-03-28T09:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T09:35:08.691-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you heard the news that you're dead?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"O que nós não podemos conceber é não ter a memória da nossa morte. E não poder pensar nela depois. Não poder relembrar com os amigos no velório. Passamos a vida inteira nos preparando para a morte e quando ela vem não podemos assistir." - Luis Fernando Verissimo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-6234033586128371416?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/6234033586128371416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=6234033586128371416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/6234033586128371416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/6234033586128371416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-you-heard-news-that-youre-dead.html' title='Have you heard the news that you&apos;re dead?'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-4246368026642834415</id><published>2009-03-27T10:33:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:49:35.164-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess I'm tempting fate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cercados por tecnologia, modernidade e - supostamente - racionalidade, muita gente continua procurando respostas em "ciências" charlatãs. O mundo evoluiu, mas a mente humana parece estagnada em alguns aspectos; muitos ainda não perceberam (e talvez nunca percebam) que a vida pode seguir qualquer caminho, exceto uma estrada reta, bem-asfaltada e cercada de árvores, e que quem decide por onde ir somos nós. Colocar o curso de sua vida nas mãos de Deus ou das estrelas é querer fugir dos problemas e da responsabilidade por erros e fracassos. É subestimar sua capacidade de ter sucesso em algo. Fazemos o que é bom, fazemos o que é errado; o mérito e a culpa são nossos, e não de um senhor barbudo sentado em um trono brincando com suas marionetes. O ser humano precisa de algo certo para esperar - não lida bem com a incerteza. Mas é impossível ter certeza sobre algo tão distante como o dia seguinte. Controlamos nossa mente, mas ninguém controla o acaso. E, como já disse Mário Quintana, "o destino é o acaso atacado de mania de grandeza". Ou aceitamos isso ou viveremos sempre frustrados, com um livro de auto-ajuda nas mãos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-4246368026642834415?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/4246368026642834415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=4246368026642834415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/4246368026642834415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/4246368026642834415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/03/guess-im-tempting-fate.html' title='Guess I&apos;m tempting fate.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-5915414303647899462</id><published>2009-03-24T10:58:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:52:44.474-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The BBC believes most people will have only read 6 of the 100 books here. How do your reading habits stack up?&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;- Look at the list and bold those you have read.&lt;br /&gt;- Tally your total at the bottom&lt;br /&gt;- Italicize those you plan on reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 &lt;strong&gt;Pride And Prejudice - Jane Austen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 &lt;strong&gt;The Lord Of The Rings - JRR Tolkien&lt;/strong&gt; (menos o último -q)&lt;br /&gt;3 &lt;em&gt;Jane Eyre - Charlotte Brontë&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter series - JK Rowling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 &lt;strong&gt;To Kill A Mockingbird - Harper Lee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 The Bible&lt;br /&gt;7 &lt;strong&gt;Wuthering Heights - Emily Brontë&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 &lt;strong&gt;Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 &lt;strong&gt;His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman&lt;/strong&gt; (só o primeiro, mas abafa)&lt;br /&gt;10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;11 &lt;strong&gt;Little Women - Louisa May Alcott&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Tess Of The D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller&lt;br /&gt;14 c&lt;strong&gt;omplete works of Shakespeare &lt;/strong&gt;(todos não .-.)&lt;br /&gt;16 &lt;em&gt;The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faul&lt;br /&gt;18 &lt;strong&gt;Catcher In The Rye - Salinger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger&lt;br /&gt;20 Middlemarch - George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;21 &lt;strong&gt;Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 &lt;em&gt;The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;24 War And Peace - Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;25 &lt;strong&gt;The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy - Douglas Adams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh&lt;br /&gt;27 &lt;em&gt;Crime And Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 Grapes Of Wrath - John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;29 &lt;em&gt;Alice In Wonderland - Lewis Carroll&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 The Wind In The Willows - Kenneth Grahame&lt;br /&gt;31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;33 &lt;em&gt;Chronicles Of Narnia - CS Lewis (4 books)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 &lt;em&gt;Emma - Jane Austen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 &lt;em&gt;Persuasion - Jane Austen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe - CS Lewis - technically a part of the "Chronicles Of Narnia"&lt;br /&gt;37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini (minha mãe tem e eu vou ler, só não sei quando hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;38 Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres&lt;br /&gt;39 &lt;em&gt;Memoirs Of A Geisha - Arthur Golden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 Winnie The Pooh - AA Milne&lt;br /&gt;41 &lt;em&gt;Animal Farm - George Orwell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 &lt;strong&gt;The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43 &lt;strong&gt;One Hundred Years Of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44 A Prayer For Owen Meaney - John Irving&lt;br /&gt;45 The Woman In White - Wilkie Collins&lt;br /&gt;46 Anne Of Green Gables - LM Montgomery&lt;br /&gt;47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;48 The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;49 Lord Of The Flies - William Golding&lt;br /&gt;50 &lt;strong&gt;Atonement - Ian McEwan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51 Life Of Pi - Yann Martel&lt;br /&gt;52 Dune - Frank Herbert&lt;br /&gt;53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons&lt;br /&gt;54 Sense And Sensibility - Jane Austen &lt;strong&gt;*lendo*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth&lt;br /&gt;56 The Shadow Of The Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon&lt;br /&gt;57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;58 &lt;strong&gt;Brave New World - Aldous Huxley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59 The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night-Time - Mark Haddon&lt;br /&gt;60 &lt;em&gt;Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61 Of Mice And Men - John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov&lt;br /&gt;63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt&lt;br /&gt;64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold&lt;br /&gt;65 Count Of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac&lt;br /&gt;67 Jude The Obscure - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;68 &lt;strong&gt;Bridget Jones's Diary - Helen Fielding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69 Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie&lt;br /&gt;70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville&lt;br /&gt;71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;72 &lt;strong&gt;Dracula - Bram Stoker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;br /&gt;74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson&lt;br /&gt;75 Ulysses - James Joyce&lt;br /&gt;76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath&lt;br /&gt;77 Swallows And Amazons - Arthur Ransome&lt;br /&gt;78 Germinal - Emile Zola&lt;br /&gt;79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray&lt;br /&gt;80 Possession - AS Byatt&lt;br /&gt;81 &lt;strong&gt;A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker&lt;br /&gt;84 The Remains Of The Day - Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;br /&gt;85 &lt;strong&gt;Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry&lt;br /&gt;87 Charlotte's Web - EB White&lt;br /&gt;88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom&lt;br /&gt;89 &lt;strong&gt;Adventures Of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton&lt;br /&gt;91 Heart Of Darkness - Joseph Conrad&lt;br /&gt;92 &lt;strong&gt;The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks&lt;br /&gt;94 Watership Down - Richard Adams&lt;br /&gt;95 A Confederacy Of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole&lt;br /&gt;96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute&lt;br /&gt;97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;98 &lt;strong&gt;Hamlet - William Shakespeare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 &lt;strong&gt;Charlie And The Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100- &lt;em&gt;Les Miserables - Victor Hugo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 24 :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-5915414303647899462?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/5915414303647899462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=5915414303647899462&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/5915414303647899462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/5915414303647899462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/03/bbc-believes-most-people-will-have-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-619619358138928848</id><published>2009-03-17T09:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:49:49.219-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A juventude de hoje me envelhece.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorrisos demais, abraços demais, conversas demais, piadas demais, festas demais, sexo demais, cigarros demais, televisão demais, refrigerantes demais, viagens demais, baladas demais, revoltas demais, modinhas demais, computador demais, incoerência demais, namoros demais, energia demais, alegria demais, ignorância demais, modernismos demais, &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community.aspx?cmm=24876224"&gt;cansativos demais&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-619619358138928848?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/619619358138928848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=619619358138928848&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/619619358138928848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/619619358138928848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/03/juventude-de-hoje-me-envelhece.html' title='A juventude de hoje me envelhece.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-5338945073293736624</id><published>2009-03-11T21:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:53:13.714-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, make sure to build your home brick by boring brick or the wolf's gonna blow it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem mais tá ansioso pro terceiro cd do Paramore? *¬*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-5338945073293736624?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/5338945073293736624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=5338945073293736624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/5338945073293736624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/5338945073293736624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-make-sure-to-build-your-home-brick.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-7611046524287606818</id><published>2009-03-07T11:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:12:34.463-03:00</updated><title type='text'>We all end up in diapers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SbKAtW1mawI/AAAAAAAAAOM/PAiEmq6b7P4/s1600-h/the+curious+case+of+benjamin+button+a8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310448427336100610" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SbKAtW1mawI/AAAAAAAAAOM/PAiEmq6b7P4/s400/the+curious+case+of+benjamin+button+a8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Baseado em um conto de F. Scott Fitzgerald, o premiado O Curioso Caso de Benjamin Button parte de uma idéia genial: por causa do relógio que anda pra trás que um relojoeiro construiu pra tentar ressuscitar o filho morto na guerra, um bebê nasce velho. Com artrite, catarata e rugas. Sua mãe morre no parto, o pai se apavora com o "monstrinho" e deixa o filho à porta de um asilo, onde uma jovem que não pode engravidar, Queenie, decide cuidar dele. Benjamin cresce cercado de idosos e com a morte sempre por perto e, apesar de ter uma aparência semelhante à de seus companheiros, se diverte com soldadinhos de chumbo e circula pela casa com sua cadeira de rodas - é uma criança, afinal. Conforme os anos vão passando, Benjamin vai rejuvenescendo, crescendo e ficando cada vez mais saudável. O tempo afeta ao contrário seu corpo, mas sua mente acompanha a idade verdadeira; quanto mais novo, mais maduro. Adotando uma estrutura narrativa em flashbacks e um tom de fábula, sua história é contada a partir da leitura de seu diário, que agora se encontra em posse de Daisy, o amor de sua vida, já idosa, que encontra-se à beira da morte em um hospital de New Orleans durante a tempestade provocada pelo furacão Katrina, em 2005. Benjamin e Daisy vivem uma grande amizade até poderem, finalmente, viver um grande amor, quando ambos chegam aos 40. " Would you still love me if I were old and saggy?" "Would you still love &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; if I were young and had acne?" Ela engravida e, quando a filha do casal nasce, Benjamin resolve abandonar a amada por querer que Daisy possa achar um pai "de verdade" pra criança - "a father, not a playmate". Ele chega à adolescência, aproveita a vida viajando pelo mundo e, quando criança, volta para o asilo, onde reencontra Daisy - sem se lembrar de mais nada -, que cuida dele até ele se tornar um bebê com meses de idade, que morre em seu colo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma ótima história, um belo filme (principalmente nas cenas em que Benjamin descobre novos prazeres na vida), com atuações competentes de Brad Pitt e Cate Blanchett. Exagera um pouco nas "lições de vida" e, hmmm, precisava do Katrina? Durante algumas seqüências se torna um pouco cansativo mas, no geral, é muito bom. E confesso que escrevi mais pra postar esse pôster, que acho lindo :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-7611046524287606818?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/7611046524287606818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=7611046524287606818&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/7611046524287606818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/7611046524287606818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-all-end-up-in-diapers.html' title='We all end up in diapers.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SbKAtW1mawI/AAAAAAAAAOM/PAiEmq6b7P4/s72-c/the+curious+case+of+benjamin+button+a8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-9054141704605727799</id><published>2009-03-05T10:01:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:15:11.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem nunca saiu da montanha não conhece a montanha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/Sa_Nxmnm_OI/AAAAAAAAAOE/W5w6ByPDs4c/s1600-h/a8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309688737757068514" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/Sa_Nxmnm_OI/AAAAAAAAAOE/W5w6ByPDs4c/s400/a8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Frase que ouvi de um professor certa vez e que, a meu ver, se encaixa perfeitamente no triângulo amoroso de Twilight, Edward-Bella-Jacob. Me CANSA ouvir trocentas pirralhas dizendo por aí que odeiam o Jake "porque ele quer estragar o casal mais perfeito do mundo, ele força muito a guria mimimi mimimi". Tá, e o que isso tem a ver com o título do post? Simples - Edward foi o único garoto por quem Bella já se viu realmente interessada. Como o próprio Jacob falou, como ela pode saber que o beijo dele é o melhor se ela nunca beijou outro? A história da montanha é a seguinte: quem vive a vida toda em um mesmo lugar não conhece de verdade esse lugar (nem pode dizer que gosta dele), porque não tem nada com o que comparar. Desça até a cidadezinha, conheça e decida que sua montanha é melhor. Foi o que Bella fez - descobriu sua paixão pelo lobisomem, experimentou, viu TUDO o que ela ganharia e perderia se escolhesse a vida humana. E preferiu o Edward. Sabendo de toda a felicidade que poderia ter ao lado do outro, escolheu o caminho mais difícil. E isso torna o amor deles ainda maior. E sem um triângulo um romance não tem graça né, rs. Esse conflito originou o melhor livro da série, Eclipse. Então, percebam o ótimo personagem que é o Jacob Black, não fiquem com raiva da Bella por ela ter "traído" o Edward e vamos torcer pra que em Lua Nova a relação do cordeiro com o vira-lata seja bem explorada como merece.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-9054141704605727799?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/9054141704605727799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=9054141704605727799&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/9054141704605727799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/9054141704605727799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/03/quem-nunca-saiu-da-montanha-nao-conhece.html' title='Quem nunca saiu da montanha não conhece a montanha.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/Sa_Nxmnm_OI/AAAAAAAAAOE/W5w6ByPDs4c/s72-c/a8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-1675387745982696819</id><published>2009-02-09T18:18:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:09:42.677-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll send you a postcard when I get there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SZCXykL05mI/AAAAAAAAANM/h7RsfO-F_BM/s1600-h/mq01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300903656377607778" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SZCXykL05mI/AAAAAAAAANM/h7RsfO-F_BM/s400/mq01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Quase três anos depois de sua estréia na música, Lily Allen volta com It's Not Me, It's You (ótimo nome, btw). Vivendo uma ótima fase, a cantora inglesa está mais talentosa e mais bonita do que nunca e lida melhor com a imprensa. Lily continua seguindo a mesma receita de melodia viciante + letra ácida = música boa. Em relação a Alright, Still, o novo trabalho é mais pop, menos ska e mais pessoal. O álbum já começa com a melhor faixa, Everyone's At It, com uma ótima letra dizendo que não devemos jogar a responsabilidade dos problemas da sociedade uns para os outros - todos temos nossa parcela de culpa. A seguir vem o primeiro single e já sucesso The Fear que, assim como I Could Say e Fuck You, já é conhecida há tempos. Várias das músicas tem tudo para serem hits, principalmente Not Fair (que fala sobre um ex-namorado dela que é fofo, carinhoso e ruim na cama) , que alguns vêm comparando com Alfie, do cd anterior. Em Him, Lily canta sobre Deus de um jeito bastante original: "He's lost the will, he can't decide. He doesn't know who's right or wrong ". É ótimo ver alguém que não acha que o "senhor lá em cima" se importa com cada atitude dos terráqueos. Chinese e Who'd Have Known são mais calmas e são ótimas. Lily fecha o excelente álbum com He Wasn't There, cantando sobre sua relação com o pai. As bonus tracks, Kabul Shit e Fag Hag, também são boas, mas um pouco inferiores às faixas do cd. It's Not Me, It's You não cansa em nenhum de seus 40 minutos e não traz nenhuma música ruim. Lily Allen mostra que não é uma cantora de momento e tem tudo para continuar encantando com seu pop feliz, inteligente e de ótima qualidade por muito tempo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-1675387745982696819?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/1675387745982696819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=1675387745982696819&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/1675387745982696819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/1675387745982696819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/02/ill-send-you-postcard-when-i-get-there.html' title='I&apos;ll send you a postcard when I get there.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SZCXykL05mI/AAAAAAAAANM/h7RsfO-F_BM/s72-c/mq01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-3480721095102596962</id><published>2009-02-05T17:11:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:19:08.624-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SYs67jg37RI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CIW51UhVPrI/s1600-h/hayley_williams_chad_gilbert_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299394181351337234" style="WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SYs67jg37RI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CIW51UhVPrI/s400/hayley_williams_chad_gilbert_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chad, você poderia confirmar os boatos de que você está namorando a Hayley do Paramore? Parece que você é um pouco velho para ela...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Darren, Guildford)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chad:&lt;/strong&gt; Sim, eu estou namorando a Hayley. Ela é minha namorada, e temos sete anos de diferença, mas meus pais têm, tipo, nove anos de diferença. Ela tem 19 anos, então ainda é "adolescente", mas na verdade são só sete anos... Se você respeita a Hayley e sua banda e sua música, então você vai saber que ela é extremamente madura para sua idade, e ela não é uma garota de 19 anos comum. Você pode comprar seu CD e escutar as letras das músicas e se relacionar a elas, e você é mais velho que ela, entende o que estou dizendo? Ela é madura pra sua idade. Então sim, eu sou um "pedófilo" - mas o Jerry Lee Lewis casou com sua prima de 1 ano, então não sou tão assustador.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Namorar a Hayley é um bom marketing para o New Found Glory?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Rita, Bognor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chad:&lt;/strong&gt; Eu acho que sim, definitivamente, somos uma banda há 11 anos, estávamos ansiosos pelo dia em que eu namoraria uma garota que nos faria populares. Nós estamos nos apresentado na Brixton Academy agora e tivemos uma turnê no Reino Unido com vendas esgotadas, então definitivamente precisamos usar alguém para ficarmos famosos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morri de rir com o pessoal comentando essa entrevista na comunidade do Paramore HAHAHA Saber usar e reconhecer ironia faz bem, fik dik. Agora vou ali baixar New Found Glory rs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-3480721095102596962?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/3480721095102596962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=3480721095102596962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/3480721095102596962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/3480721095102596962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/02/chad-voce-poderia-confirmar-os-boatos.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SYs67jg37RI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CIW51UhVPrI/s72-c/hayley_williams_chad_gilbert_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-2767261973100803058</id><published>2009-02-05T12:07:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T12:08:34.184-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just be what you want, just as long as it's &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-2767261973100803058?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/2767261973100803058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=2767261973100803058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/2767261973100803058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/2767261973100803058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-be-what-you-want-just-as-long-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-5724324267408138927</id><published>2009-02-04T15:13:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:18:26.327-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Você não pode ver o que eu vejo porque vê o que você vê. Não pode saber o que sei porque sabe o que você sabe. O que vejo e o que sei não podem ser acrescentados ao que você vê e ao que você sabe porque são coisas diferentes. Também não podem substituir o que você vê e o que sabe porque isso seria substituir você mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-5724324267408138927?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/5724324267408138927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=5724324267408138927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/5724324267408138927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/5724324267408138927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/02/voce-nao-pode-ver-o-que-eu-vejo-porque.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-3598887546113295399</id><published>2009-01-26T14:30:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:42:19.721-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Human.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of the things Ford Prefect had always found hardest to understand about humans was their habit of continually stating and repeating the very very obvious, as in &lt;em&gt;It's a nice day&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;You're very tall&lt;/em&gt;, or &lt;em&gt;Oh dear you seem to have fallen down a thirty-foot well, are you all right?&lt;/em&gt; At first Ford had formed a theory to account for this strange behavior. If human beings don't keep exercising their lips, he thought, their mouths probably seize up. After a few months' consideration and observation he abandoned this theory in favor of a new one. If they don't keep on exercising their lips, he thought, their brains start working. After a while he abandoned this one as well as being obstructively cynical and decided he quite liked human beings after all, but he always remained desperately worried about the terrible number of things they didn't know about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-3598887546113295399?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/3598887546113295399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=3598887546113295399&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/3598887546113295399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/3598887546113295399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/01/human.html' title='Human.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-5502488301420311005</id><published>2009-01-23T11:39:00.014-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:17:14.630-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SXnNAw5t7lI/AAAAAAAAALg/WAMnYpeIWx0/s1600-h/n5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294488249961410130" style="WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SXnNAw5t7lI/AAAAAAAAALg/WAMnYpeIWx0/s400/n5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When you're a 27-year-old dad, husband, rock star and offbeat semanticist (documented in the "Are we human or are we dancer?" linguistic controversy), your schedule doesn't allow for much wiggle room. Citing weekday "rehearsals", Killers frontman Brandon Flowers called us up on a Sunday to chat about his latest album, Day &amp;amp; Age, villainous facial hair and his contrarian stance concerning the new-wave canon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So are you guys really rehearsing or just playing Rock Band?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still haven't gotten into the phenomenon of Rock Band. I'm not much of a guitar player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you're from outside of Vegas, so I know you have a favorite casino game.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm a blackjack man. I also worked at the Gold Coast as a bellman and at Caesars Palace as a busboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During your breaks, were you allowed to go onto the floor and play the slots?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No, the breaks were never long enough. I never smoked until I was a busboy, because that was the only way you could get a break. Bad decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it makes you look so cool! Are you still smoking?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm trying my best to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aren’t Mormons not supposed to drink or smoke?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nope. [Laughs] I haven't drank in a while, actually. It's not a strange idea - most religions can be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So you're not a fundamentalist, but do you have the special underpants?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't. What's frustrating about that is you hear people say magic or secret, but it's more that they're sacred. People look too much into it. It's not as weird as Bill Maher would like you to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another sartorial inquiry: what's up with the eyeliner?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hadn't put it on in a long time, and I put it on the other day - we made the "Spaceman" video, our second single - and it felt good. The first time I wore it, I was 13 and I was going to see The Cure on the Wild Mood Swings tour. My sister's friend was really into The Cure and I went with her and my brother; she took me into her bathroom and laid it on me. I was a very uncool 13-year-old, and when I went to that concert I felt like I belonged. It was a good moment. It's nothing that I do every day, but later on, David Bowie became a part of my life, so I guess that didn't hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're a big Joy Division/New Order fan, too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm a bigger New Order fan than Joy Division fan; I also prefer Morrissey to the Smiths, which I guess is also sacrilegious. I have a good New Order story: I was driving with Bernard Sumner in Manchester - which was totally surreal - when my wife called me and told me that we were having our baby. So that'll be a cool story for my son when he's older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You guys were on The O.C. Do you have plans to continue with the teenage-girl theme and perform on Gossip Girl?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know what Gossip Girl is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's some hit show that girls watch. I don't really know either. Really.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think we scared all the girls off with the facial hair from Sam's Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was disappointed to see you shaved that mustache. You rivaled Hall of Fame pitcher Rollie Fingers!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, I'm sorry. There haven't been any great young mustache men, have there? My wife preferred it, and I did too. But we wrote these songs and I just thought that the person who sings "Human" doesn't wear a mustache, and that's when I decided to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You got nailed in the press for saying Sam’s Town was one of the best records of the past 20 years. I just wanted to give you some space for another outrageous statement. Shoot for the moon, Flowers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are skydiving wizards, and the difference between wizards and magicians is that the magic is real. That's what I believe about the Killers, and eventually we're gonna hammer away at people's heads until it's just undeniable. I promise.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;r&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz tempo que queria postar uma entrevista com o Brandon, e realmente gostei dessa pro Time Out New York. Às vezes eu entendo porque o amo tanto, haha. E eu adoro as outrageous statements :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-5502488301420311005?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/5502488301420311005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=5502488301420311005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/5502488301420311005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/5502488301420311005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-youre-27-year-old-dad-husband-rock.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SXnNAw5t7lI/AAAAAAAAALg/WAMnYpeIWx0/s72-c/n5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-2397204309903382003</id><published>2009-01-23T11:32:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:43:00.352-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cheeeeega de desânimo! Tô com muita vontade de escrever &lt;strong&gt;muito &lt;/strong&gt;aqui, então, depois desses 20 dias de silêncio, vai ter overdose de posts hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Tô chateada ainda e provavelmente isso não vai mudar por um tempo, mas agora é tocar a bola pra frente e me preparar pra fazer tuuudo de novo. E muito melhor, desta vez x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-2397204309903382003?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/2397204309903382003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=2397204309903382003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/2397204309903382003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/2397204309903382003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2009/01/cheeeeega-de-desnimo-t-com-muita.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-8118181090332617993</id><published>2008-12-31T13:53:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:03:27.282-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year's over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E 2008 chega ao fim. Foi um bom ano - cansativo, mas bom. Musicalmente, foi ótimo. Várias bandas que amo lançaram excelentes novos CDs e uma delas inclusive tocou aqui, me proporcionando um dia inesquecível. Boas bandas novas apareceram e as já existentes não tiveram medo de inovar. So... top ten melhores álbuns do ano :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Day &amp;amp; Age - The Killers /fato&lt;br /&gt;02. Donkey - Cansei De Ser Sexy&lt;br /&gt;03. The Age Of The Understatement - The Last Shadow Puppets&lt;br /&gt;04. Not In A Million Lovers - Beangrowers&lt;br /&gt;05. Here We Stand - The Fratellis&lt;br /&gt;06. Off With Their Heads - Kaiser Chiefs&lt;br /&gt;07. Bittersweet World - Ashlee Simpson&lt;br /&gt;08. Glistening Pleasure - Natalie Portman's Shaved Head&lt;br /&gt;09. Volume One - She &amp;amp; Him&lt;br /&gt;10. One Of The Boys - Katy Perry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pop feliz de Ashlee Simpson e Katy Perry alegrou vários de meus dias. Alex Turner e Miles Kane tiveram uma idéia genial quando resolveram formar uma dupla. Arctic Monkeys lançou um dvd e Paramore lançou um cd/dvd ao vivo lindos lindos lindos. E minha banda preferida AHAZOU mais uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-8118181090332617993?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/8118181090332617993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=8118181090332617993&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/8118181090332617993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/8118181090332617993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-years-over.html' title='Another year&apos;s over.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-7466871796318655962</id><published>2008-12-18T14:22:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:51:51.098-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não: não quero nada.&lt;br /&gt;Já disse que não quero nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me venham com conclusões!&lt;br /&gt;A única conclusão é morrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me tragam estéticas!&lt;br /&gt;Não me falem em moral!&lt;br /&gt;Tirem-me daqui a metafísica!&lt;br /&gt;Não me apregoem sistemas completos, não me enfileirem conquistas&lt;br /&gt;Das ciências (das ciências, Deus meu, das ciências!) -&lt;br /&gt;Das ciências, das artes, da civilização moderna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que mal fiz eu aos deuses todos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se têm a verdade, guardem-na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou um técnico, mas tenho técnica só dentro da técnica.&lt;br /&gt;Fora disso sou doido, com todo o direito a sê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Com todo o direito a sê-lo, ouviram?&lt;br /&gt;Não me macem, por amor de Deus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queriam-me casado, fútil, cotidiano e tributável?&lt;br /&gt;Queriam-me o contrário disto, o contrário de qualquer coisa?&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse outra pessoa, fazia-lhes, a todos, a vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, como sou, tenham paciência!&lt;br /&gt;Vão para o diabo sem mim,&lt;br /&gt;Ou deixem-me ir sozinho para o diabo!&lt;br /&gt;Para que havemos de ir juntos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me peguem no braço!&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto que me peguem no braço.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser sozinho,&lt;br /&gt;Já disse que sou só sozinho!&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Álvaro de Campos, heterônimo de Fernando Pessoa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-7466871796318655962?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/7466871796318655962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=7466871796318655962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/7466871796318655962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/7466871796318655962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-no-quero-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-138818764615897282</id><published>2008-12-18T14:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:14:06.979-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I'll never say.</title><content type='html'>It don't do me any good&lt;br /&gt;It's just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;What use is it to you&lt;br /&gt;What's on my mind?&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't coming out&lt;br /&gt;We're not going anywhere&lt;br /&gt;So why can't I just tell you that I care?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-138818764615897282?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/138818764615897282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=138818764615897282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/138818764615897282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/138818764615897282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/12/things-ill-never-say.html' title='Things I&apos;ll never say.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-6297209898889936080</id><published>2008-12-17T10:53:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:55:37.514-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm... acho que vou passar os primeiros meses de 2009 deprimida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-6297209898889936080?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/6297209898889936080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=6297209898889936080&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/6297209898889936080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/6297209898889936080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-5407163517382225191</id><published>2008-12-07T00:45:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:53:55.788-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's in order in a black hole.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mesmo faltando uma semana pro apocalipse -n pro vestibular, eu sempre fico feliz no fim do ano. É o clima natalino aquecendo o coração da galere, rs. Esse ano foi marcante pra mim - e puxaaaaaaado. Eu, que nunca fui acostumada a estudar muito em casa, tive que me enterrar nos livros e deixar de passar o tempo fazendo as coisas que gosto. Se valeu a pena? Só dia 09 de janeiro eu vou saber. Tá, mesmo sem faculdade em março vai ter valido um pouco a pena, mas não quero passar os primeiros meses de 2009 deprimida :3&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã, início dos estudos super mega intensivos pra Fundação... e aproveitar um pouco meus presentes de Natal adiantados que eu não sou de ferro, pô.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-5407163517382225191?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/5407163517382225191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=5407163517382225191&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/5407163517382225191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/5407163517382225191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/12/everythings-in-order-in-black-hole.html' title='Everything&apos;s in order in a black hole.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-2247168949399837616</id><published>2008-11-29T09:34:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:14:00.099-03:00</updated><title type='text'>We still fear what we don't know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/STEwQLcX0fI/AAAAAAAAALI/2e7Xum_wrpE/s1600-h/o5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274049693135393266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/STEwQLcX0fI/AAAAAAAAALI/2e7Xum_wrpE/s400/o5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lançado no último dia 25, Day &amp;amp; Age, terceiro cd de inéditas do The Killers, traz uma sonoridade completamente diferente de Sam's Town ou Hot Fuss. Sem perder o toque "Killers".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma coisa que eu AMO neles é a capacidade que eles têm de estarem sempre se reiventando. Muitas bandas mudam o estilo de um álbum pra outro - mas são poucas as que fazem isso sem perder a qualidade e a identidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nas 10 faixas do disco, ouvimos saxofones, harpas, batidas eletrônicas, piano e sons que lembram... músicas da Disney?! D&amp;amp;A segue o mesmo caminho de seu antecessor: muita gente não gostou à primeira ouvida e mudou de idéia logo depois. Eu amei desde o começo -q&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spaceman tem tudo pra ser hit. Música grandiosa com influências de Queen, Flowers canta sobre ser abduzido. Haha. As letras aparentemente nonsense e cheias de metáforas continuam lá. Joyride, uma canção feliz com solos de saxofone, é minha preferida do cd. A fofa fofa fofa A Dustland Fairytale, que conta a história dos pais do vocalista, tem pianos pesados e começa calminha pra terminar assustadoramente poderosa. Linda! The World We Live In é outra do time melhores-músicas-do-disco e também uma das melhores letras. "This is the world that we live in / I can't take blame for two / This is the world that we live in / And maybe we'll make it through." Pra fechar com chave de ouro, a talvez mais aguardada (e temida) pelos fãs: a viagem de 7 minutos à escuridão Goodnight, Travel Well fala principalmente sobre a morte recente da mãe do guitarrista Dave Keuning. É perturbadoramente triste e, mesmo longa, não cansa. "Stay, don't leave me, the stars can wait for your sign" - é daquelas músicas ótimas pra se ouvir sozinho em momentos de tristeza pra ficar mais triste :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nas bonus tracks - A Crippling Blow, Forget About What I Said e Tidal Wave - as guitarras são mais pesadas e a banda mostra (mais) outro lado. Essas faixas têm um "quê" do antigo Killers, mas são completamente diferentes de tudo o que eles já fizeram, principalmente as duas primeiras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em D&amp;amp;A, os assassinos continuam mostrando a grandiosidade de quem é bom e quer ser ainda melhor. Não mudar por mudar - mudar pra melhorar, pra evoluir. The Killers é sem dúvida uma das melhores bandas da atualidade e tem tudo pra continuar boa por muuuuitos anos e álbuns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-2247168949399837616?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/2247168949399837616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=2247168949399837616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/2247168949399837616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/2247168949399837616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/11/lanado-no-ltimo-dia-25-day-age-terceiro.html' title='We still fear what we don&apos;t know.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/STEwQLcX0fI/AAAAAAAAALI/2e7Xum_wrpE/s72-c/o5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-8879555352649819310</id><published>2008-11-23T01:51:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:59:49.965-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you feel it?</title><content type='html'>OMG, não acredito no tempo que fiquei longe daqui! o_o&lt;br /&gt;But I'm (still) alive, e esse post rápido é só pra tirar a poeira e as teias de aranha.&lt;br /&gt;Ai ai, ainda não me acostumei a ser ocupada. Falta menos de um mês pro vestibular, eu tô estudando demais e nas horas vagas leio Twilight (yeah!).&lt;br /&gt;Essa semana quero postar a crítica do Day &amp;amp; Age, the best album of the year so far. So far nada HAHAHA o ano já tá acabando e cd do The Killers seria o melhor do ano mesmo se saísse dia primeiro de janeiro /fanática mode on&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tô com saudades enormes daqui e espero voltar ao ritmo logo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless your body, bless your soul&lt;br /&gt;Pray for peace and self control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta believe it's worth it without a victory&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sanctified and free, well... maybe I'm just mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned and the wheels keep turning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-8879555352649819310?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/8879555352649819310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=8879555352649819310&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/8879555352649819310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/8879555352649819310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-you-feel-it.html' title='Can you feel it?'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-453799031180060002</id><published>2008-11-01T08:23:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:46:48.073-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna breathe that fire again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SQwyHSbRUyI/AAAAAAAAALA/4xLLbEuV6GE/s1600-h/Curitiba+(L).+a7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263637165275960098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SQwyHSbRUyI/AAAAAAAAALA/4xLLbEuV6GE/s400/Curitiba+(L).+a7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há exatamente um ano, a essa hora, eu tava num ônibus voltando pra casa, olhando a paisagem da janela e ainda sem acreditar que o dia anterior tinha realmente acontecido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Passar 15 horas num ônibus, chegar mais tarde do que o esperado e se deparar com uma fila GIGANTE, se desesperar, ficar perto do portão com os seguranças me mandando ir pro fim da fila, FURAR A FILA e ter apens cercas de 20 pessoas na minha frente UHUL, ficar na 2ª fileira da platéia, esperar esperar esperar, ver Hot Chip, gostar do show do Hot Chip, esperar de novo, agüentar a arrumação da Björk, agüentar a Björk, agüentar a desarrumação da Björk, ver o "Sam's Town" no palco, a guria da minha frente resolver ir pro fundo e me dar um lugar NA GRADE UHUL², ver sua segunda banda preferida da grade e estar totalmente tranqüila quando a isso - ARCTIC MOOOONKEYS, achar que o show da sua segunda banda preferida durou até bastante, ver os caras trazendo os instrumentos e a decoração do palco deles, ver o Ted, "você tá empolgada, hein?", VER ELES ENTRAAAAAAANDO, gritar como nunca, cantar alto e acabar com minha garganta, pular o tempo todo, não conseguir tirar os olhos deles (é, principalmente do Brandon), surtar com cada coisa que o Brandon falava com a platéia, achar cada detalhe do show lindo perfeito querido inesquecível, Ronnie vestido de bruxo, Bones *-*, o final com All These Things That I've Done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu chorei antes, eu chorei depois. Durante, eu só conseguia sentir mais felicidade do que jamais havia sentido. Eu saí da Pedreira com uma sensação de estar perdida e chapada rs, "tá, e agora, como fas/" Acabou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi o melhor dia da minha vida. Perfeito e inesquecível.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tá bem dramático, né UHSAUSHAUSA não sei falar sensatamente sobre 31 de outubro de 2007 :~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-453799031180060002?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/453799031180060002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=453799031180060002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/453799031180060002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/453799031180060002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/11/come-on-curitiba.html' title='I wanna breathe that fire again.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SQwyHSbRUyI/AAAAAAAAALA/4xLLbEuV6GE/s72-c/Curitiba+(L).+a7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-5747768961248690811</id><published>2008-10-28T11:10:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:49:41.978-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill off this common sense of mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SQcy8Sb1f4I/AAAAAAAAAK4/D8KLTfYnU2A/s1600-h/a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262230700927844226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SQcy8Sb1f4I/AAAAAAAAAK4/D8KLTfYnU2A/s400/a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Eu praticamente não dormi de sexta pra sábado. No sábado, levantei às 6 da manhã, fiquei com ódio da chuvinha que tava caindo, tomei banho, me arrumei, chamei o Luthy, o Lucas e a Sara às 7, apressei eles o tempo todo rs e saímos de casa às 8:30. Rumo ao aeroporto! Chegamos lá e tinha uns 30 fãs. Fomos pra um canto e esperamos, esperamos, esperamos. Chegava vôo, passava gente, passava político HAHAHA e nada. Depois de quatro horas de espera, desistimos e fomos pro Bourbon Country. Almoçamos e, lá pelas 2 horas, fomos pra fila, que já tava beem cheia - as 400 senhas que os seguranças distribuíram já tinham acabado. Sentamos no chão e o Luthy saiu pra falar com uma amiga. Um tempo depois, ELE VOLTA COM UMA SENHA PRA MIM lol 348, haha. Fomos mais pra frente (o Lucas e a Sara não iam de pista e não precisavam ficar na fila, humpf). Às 6 da tarde, a gente entrou, os seguranças mandando ninguém correr e todo mundo andando daquele jeito 'correndo-sem-correr'. O Teatro é LINDO. Não é muito grande - de qualquer lugar, a visão do palco é perfeita. Eu e o Luthy ficamos na quarta fileira, eu tava à esquerda do microfone da Hay, tiop, MUITO PERTO. Ainda faltavam três horas pro show, e tava todo mundo esmagado e morrendo de calor. Alguém tinha feito um poster muito gracinha da banda, que acabou virando ventilador e salvando a galera da alta de ar q. FINALMENTE, as 9 horas chegaram. O show começou bem na hora! O Josh entrou, subiu numa caixa de som e começou a tocar. Ele é LINDO, haha. Aí entraram o Taylor, o Jeremy zúper gacto com seu novo cabelo curtinho *-* e o Zac, e ficaram tocando. Uns dois minutos depois, TARARARÃN, entra a Hayley. Surto geral. Pessoas de trás começam a empurrar - normal. Mas, aí, pessoas da esquerda começam a empurrar pra direita. E as pessoas da direita revidam e empurram pra esquerda. E eu NO MEIO. Quase caí um monte de vezes, mas resolvi agüentar a primeira música ali na frente. Btw, primeira música: Born For This. Uma das minhas preferidas deles, uma das melhores ao vivo. A Hayley cantando "We just waaant!" e todo mundo gritando "WE WANT THE AIRWAVES BAAACK, WE WANT THE AIRWAVES BAAACK!" foi MÁGICO. "Alright, so you think you're ready? Well, Porto Alegre, show me!" MOR-RI. Acabou a música, chamei o Luthy e fomos pro fundo. Parei, olhei pro palco e via eles perfeitamente, sem risco de morrer pisoteada *-* "You're looking good tonight, you're looking very good!" Quinta música: Crushcrushcrush. Minha preferida EVER deles. A música começou diferente, um pouco mais lenta e com guitarra. A segunda estrofe a platéia cantou toda sozinha, foi LINDO LINDO LINDO. Eu nunca amei tanto Crush quanto naquela hora. "GIVE ME SOMETHING TO SING ABOUT!" Perfeita. Alguém traz o teclado pro palco e a Hay se prepara pra tocar When It Rains. Das músicas lentinhas deles, essa é minha preferida. "Can you slow down for a moment?" e todo mundo "UHUUUUUUL"; ela sorri e repete "Slow down!". HAHAHAHA. "You know the Twilight books? The first book, they're making a movie for it and we have a song in the movie. It's called Decode." Surto geral. "You guys know that song?!", disse Hayley, visivelmente surpresa e feliz. Um guri na frente tava com um exemplar na mão, e ela apontou pro livro. FOFA FOFA FOFA. Começaram a tocar Decode, e QUE MÚSICA MAIS LINDA AO VIVO MEU DEEEUS. Na parte do "I'm screaming 'I love you so', but my thoughts you can't decode", eu comecei a chorar HAHAHA. No meio de Pressure, o Jeremy deu tipo um mortal com o baixo MUITO FODA. Tocaram For A Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic e saíram pro bis. Voltam e a Hay pergunta: "Do you want one more song? Okay, and TWO more songs?" Pensei "OMG, eles vão tocar My Heart *-*". Tocaram e foi LINDA, com direito à Hay dedicando a música a nós. No final, pqp, a Hay "My heeeart iiis" e o Josh "YOOOOURS!" Fo-da. Hora da última música e maior hit deles: Misery Business. "Not one of them, HEY, JOSH!" Todo mundo pulando e cantando enlouquecidamente. Os cinco se deram as mãos, foram pra frente, agradeceram, se curvaram e foram embora. Eu saí do Teatro completamente sem voz e com a sensação de que o mundo tinha ficado mais bonito. Eles são TÃO lindos, fofos, queridos. Os meninos tocam MUITO. A Hay, deusdocéu, é tão tão tão tão fofa. Canta pra caralho, não pára quieta um segundo, tá sempre chamando a platéia pra cantar junto... "it's Christmas in Brazil!", ela disse quando alguém jogou uma bota de Natal com presentinhos, e ela entregou os dos meninos pra eles. A platéia cantou direitinho todas as músicas (menos Decode risos mil). O show foi muito mais perfeito do que eu esperava. Eles prometeram voltar e eu vou vê-los de novo, for sure. 25 de outubro de 2008 valeu MUITO a pena e foi inequecível.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-5747768961248690811?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/5747768961248690811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=5747768961248690811&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/5747768961248690811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/5747768961248690811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/10/eu-praticamente-no-dormi-de-sexta-pra.html' title='Kill off this common sense of mind.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SQcy8Sb1f4I/AAAAAAAAAK4/D8KLTfYnU2A/s72-c/a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-2324991764947488391</id><published>2008-10-24T11:10:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:44:24.771-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing compares to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Diz que não é assim que eu devia lutar. Mas lutar pelo quê, se eu não posso vencer a guerra de mim mesmo sem eu mesmo perder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando com várias coisas na cabeça e várias idéias de posts, mas totally sem tempo pra escrever. Faltam só algumas poesias pras leituras obrigatórias, logo poderei voltar pros meus livros AE! Meus amiguez que vão no show comigo vão dormir aqui em casa hoje e a gente vai sair amanhã cedão pro Bourbon Country. Aaaai eu tô muito ansiosa! Esperar pra ver uma banda que tu ama é algo tão fantasticamente bom *-*&lt;br /&gt;Próximo post: um dia (muito) feliz no shopping :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-2324991764947488391?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/2324991764947488391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=2324991764947488391&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/2324991764947488391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/2324991764947488391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/10/nothing-compares-to.html' title='Nothing compares to.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-1471121583750958535</id><published>2008-10-18T15:10:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:44:54.191-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Um membro do fórum do site ParamoreFans.com postou a setlist do show de ontem, no México.&lt;br /&gt;Provavelmente será a mesma setlist do Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Intro/Born For This&lt;br /&gt;- That's What You Get&lt;br /&gt;- Here We Go Again&lt;br /&gt;- Whoa&lt;br /&gt;- Crushcrushcrush (nova versão, começa com guitarra e a Hayley cantando)&lt;br /&gt;- Let the Flames Begin&lt;br /&gt;- When It Rains&lt;br /&gt;- Emergency&lt;br /&gt;- Decode&lt;br /&gt;- Pressure&lt;br /&gt;- For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic&lt;br /&gt;- My Heart (versão do álbum)&lt;br /&gt;- Misery Business"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surtay.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu sei que eu falo muito sobre isso. Mas, né, o blog é meu e eu escrevo sobre o que eu quiser 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-1471121583750958535?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/1471121583750958535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=1471121583750958535&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/1471121583750958535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/1471121583750958535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/10/seven-days.html' title='Seven days!'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-6496033632335494336</id><published>2008-10-18T15:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T15:09:57.077-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Human - The Killers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2SJo8Tdc-b8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2SJo8Tdc-b8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/5731070076476585794-6496033632335494336?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/6496033632335494336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=6496033632335494336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/6496033632335494336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/6496033632335494336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/10/human-killers_18.html' title='Human - The Killers.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-3457802794661323056</id><published>2008-10-14T11:31:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:46:10.429-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why do you look so familiar? I could swear that I have seen your face before. I think I like that you seem sincere. I think I'd like to get to know you a little bit more. I think there's something more, life's worth living for. Who knows what could happen? Do what you do, just keep on laughing. One thing's true: there's always a brand new day. I'm gonna live today like it's my last day. How do you always have an opinion, and how do you always find the best way to compromise? We don't need to have a reason, we don't need anything, we're just wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;Find yourself, 'cause I can't find you. Be yourself. Who are you? So you go and make it happen. Do your best, just keep on laughing. I'm telling you: there's always a brand new day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-3457802794661323056?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/3457802794661323056/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=3457802794661323056&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/3457802794661323056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/3457802794661323056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-do-you-look-so-familiar-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-7316735207614927063</id><published>2008-10-13T17:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:57:42.772-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you start talking, I start walking. Lies, lies, lies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-7316735207614927063?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/7316735207614927063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=7316735207614927063&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/7316735207614927063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/7316735207614927063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-you-start-talking-i-start-walking.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-435296076909525906</id><published>2008-10-11T10:33:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T10:40:57.311-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting closer now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SPCstSDDr9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/sxGWr2fbhc4/s1600-h/t1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255890659080122322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SPCstSDDr9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/sxGWr2fbhc4/s400/t1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Faltam só DUAS semanas. Duas semanas e eu vou estar surtando no Bourbon Country cantando junto com a Hayley *-*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Um dia frio, um dia quente, um dia de chuva, outro dia quente. Tempo, pára de mudar e me deixar doente all the time, okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-435296076909525906?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/435296076909525906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=435296076909525906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/435296076909525906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/435296076909525906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/10/getting-closer-now.html' title='Getting closer now.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SPCstSDDr9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/sxGWr2fbhc4/s72-c/t1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-2478839128611486946</id><published>2008-10-05T00:21:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:47:11.611-02:00</updated><title type='text'>São iguais a nós.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Autoritárias, paralisadoras, circulares, às vezes elípticas, as frases de efeito, também jocosamente denominadas pedacinhos de ouro, são uma praga maligna, das piores que têm assolado o mundo. Dizemos aos confusos, Conhece-te a ti mesmo, como se conhecer-se a si mesmo não fosse a quinta e mais dificultosa operação das aritméticas humanas, dizemos aos abúlicos, Querer é poder, como se as realidades bestiais do mundo não se divertissem a inverter todos os dias a posição relativa dos verbos, dizemos aos indecisos, Começar pelo princípio, como se esse princípio fosse a ponta sempre visível de um fio mal enrolado que bastasse puxar e ir puxando até chegarmos à outra ponta, a do fim, e como se, entre a primeira e a segunda, tivéssemos tido nas mãos uma linha lisa e contínua em que não havia sido preciso desfazer nós nem desenredar estrangulamentos, coisa impossível de acontecer na vida dos novelos e, se uma outra frase de efeito é permitida, nos novelos da vida." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SOg34Bh_zfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/SHueXCKLWGQ/s1600-h/jose-saramago-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253510400950914546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SOg34Bh_zfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/SHueXCKLWGQ/s320/jose-saramago-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Faz pouco mais de um mês que eu comecei a ler Saramago e hoje terminei o quarto que li dele, A Caverna. Não sei se gostei mais desse ou do primeiro, O Homem Duplicado. O gajo virou vício, é um daqueles autores que eu tenho vontade de pegar os livros todos, ler e sufocar num abraço *-* Ele tem um jeito tão único de escrever! Os personagens perfeitamente construídos, os diálogos inspirados, as frases que te fazem pensar em meio a algo aparentemente simples, os finais surpreendentes, o português de Portugal, a pontuação, os parágrafos longos... É um dos melhores escritores da atualidade e também um dos homens mais inteligentes, sem dúvida. Mais do que recomendado :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-2478839128611486946?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/2478839128611486946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=2478839128611486946&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/2478839128611486946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/2478839128611486946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-iguais-ns.html' title='São iguais a nós.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SOg34Bh_zfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/SHueXCKLWGQ/s72-c/jose-saramago-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-4438254648378351867</id><published>2008-10-02T10:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:22:31.734-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How can I decide what's right&lt;br /&gt;When you're clouding up my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Can't win your losing fight all the time&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna ever own what's mine&lt;br /&gt;When you're always taking sides&lt;br /&gt;You won't take away my pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming "I love you so", but my thoughts you can't decode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-4438254648378351867?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/4438254648378351867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=4438254648378351867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/4438254648378351867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/4438254648378351867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-can-i-decide-whats-right-when-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-1417566396636563341</id><published>2008-09-28T02:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:47:38.522-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I wouldn't encourage your smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não posto há dez dias, omg o_o Fazer o quê né, vida de vestibulando já é difícil, cuidando da casa por duas semanas porque a mãe tá viajando, então... Tudo anda na mesma, e eu ando com o humor muito instável ultimamente, aff. Pressão pressão pressãããão ._____.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o sábado foi muito bom :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(...) tudo é, no fim das contas, questão de vaidade, vontade de parecer bem, tanto no físico quanto no imoral, podendo mesmo, desde já, imaginar-se um tempo em que o comportamento humano será todo ele artificial, postergando-se, sem mais contemplações, a sinceridade, a espontaneidade, a simplicidade, essas boníssimas e luminosas qualidades de carácter que tanto trabalho deram a definir e a tentar praticar nas épocas já distantes em que, embora conscientes de havermos inventado a mentira, ainda julgávamos ser capazes de viver a verdade."&lt;br /&gt;E agora, José? :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-1417566396636563341?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/1417566396636563341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=1417566396636563341&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/1417566396636563341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/1417566396636563341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wouldnt-encourage-your-smile.html' title='I wouldn&apos;t encourage your smile.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-9222007827183878506</id><published>2008-09-18T11:22:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:48:02.648-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I look a little bit older, I look a little bit colder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sem mais assinaturas do responsável pra me autorizar a fazer algo. Sem mais "pelo menos presa eu não vou ser". Confesso que o primeiro pensamento que veio à tona dia 16 foi "pqp, eu tô velha". Fora o fato de que agora eu posso ver Jogos Mortais sozinha sem precisar encher meu pai pra ir comigo, foi um aniversário como todos os outros, ou seja, não fez aqueeeela diferença que a gente pensa que vai fazer, e isso é bom (tá, eu posso comprar bebida e entrar em várias baladas que antes não podia. Mas praticamente todo o álcool que eu bebo se resume a Smirnoff Ice e eu odeio balada, huuuum). Acho que o que sou hoje é o que sempre serei, e esse sim é um pensamento estranho. Falam que as pessoas estão sempre mudando, mas, pra mim, cada pedaço de nós vai se intensificando com o tempo, com o que aprendemos e vivemos. Quem muda o tempo todo é porque ainda não descobriu quem é de verdade. Ou descobriu e percebeu que não é nem um pouco interessante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-9222007827183878506?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/9222007827183878506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=9222007827183878506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/9222007827183878506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/9222007827183878506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-look-little-bit-older-i-look-little.html' title='I look a little bit older, I look a little bit colder.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-3110636556151245282</id><published>2008-09-14T20:51:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:48:35.203-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The fool looks at a finger that points at the sky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SM2lAmUS16I/AAAAAAAAAKA/RepGFQkoXbg/s1600-h/512837699_44a43d36fe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246030570660747170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SM2lAmUS16I/AAAAAAAAAKA/RepGFQkoXbg/s400/512837699_44a43d36fe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;- You know the girl with the glass of water? If she seems out of place, maybe it's because she's thinking of someone.&lt;br /&gt;- Someone in the painting?&lt;br /&gt;- No, of a boy she saw somewhere else. She feels like they have a lot in common.&lt;br /&gt;- In other words, she prefers to imagine a relationship with someone who is not there rather than to tie real bounds with people around her.&lt;br /&gt;- No, on the contrary, maybe she even goes out of her way to arrange other people's messed up lives.&lt;br /&gt;- But what about her own messed up life? Who's going to take care of it?&lt;br /&gt;- Well, anyway, I'd rather take care of others than look after a garden dwarf!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-3110636556151245282?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/3110636556151245282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=3110636556151245282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/3110636556151245282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/3110636556151245282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/09/fool-looks-at-finger-that-points-at-sky.html' title='The fool looks at a finger that points at the sky.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SM2lAmUS16I/AAAAAAAAAKA/RepGFQkoXbg/s72-c/512837699_44a43d36fe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-8624612165038099371</id><published>2008-09-13T10:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:44:23.502-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna hit you just to see if you cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-8624612165038099371?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/8624612165038099371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=8624612165038099371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/8624612165038099371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/8624612165038099371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wanna-hit-you-just-to-see-if-you-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-5200647165588125711</id><published>2008-09-12T10:45:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:49:01.439-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you know that nothing equals nothing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu odeio odeio odeio gente preguiçosa. Gente sem vontade de fazer nada, que não tem pique pra ir atrás do que quer. Se bem que pessoas assim nem tem muitos objetivos na vida. Gente que quer tanto uma coisa que desiste frente ao primeiro obstáculo. Eu, que nunca fui de estudar em casa (nerd pride risos), tô me esforçando like hell. Cansa e estressa, sim, e em vários momentos eu penso em como seria mais divertido parar e me jogar no sofá. Mas eu continuo. Porque é o que EU quero. E *torce* ano que vem vou ter minha recompensa. E vocês que preferiram dormir / sair / ficar no computador / vão continuar sob tortura prontodesabafay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-5200647165588125711?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/5200647165588125711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=5200647165588125711&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/5200647165588125711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/5200647165588125711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-you-know-that-nothing-equals.html' title='Don&apos;t you know that nothing equals nothing?'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-24413449391858244</id><published>2008-09-12T10:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:49:56.307-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn't already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I ever simply &lt;em&gt;estimate&lt;/em&gt; it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;None of those things, however, came out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;All I was able to do was turn to Liesel Meminger and tell her the only truth I truly know. I said it to the book thief and I say it now to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* a last note from your narrator *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am haunted by humans.&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/5731070076476585794-24413449391858244?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/24413449391858244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=24413449391858244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/24413449391858244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/24413449391858244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wanted-to-tell-book-thief-many-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-2554409280527086541</id><published>2008-09-09T11:53:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:51:12.057-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling down, down, down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SMaQW9baQ8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/85ajJEcLEGk/s1600-h/062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244037540240573378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SMaQW9baQ8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/85ajJEcLEGk/s400/062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;If fear's what makes us decide our future journey, I'm not along for the ride, 'cause I'm still yearning to try and touch the sun. My fingers burning. Before you're old you're young, yeah, I'm still learning. I'm falling down. Try and stop me. It feels so good to hit the ground. You can watch me, fall right on my face, It's an uphill human race, and I'm falling down. I'm standing out in the street, the earth is moving. I feel it under my feet, and I'm still proving that I can stand my ground, and my feet are there, haven't washed my hair. Too be lost before you are found don't mean you are losing. Some day I'll live in a house, etc. etc. etc., but you know that's not for now, and for now I'm falling down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-2554409280527086541?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/2554409280527086541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=2554409280527086541&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/2554409280527086541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/2554409280527086541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/09/falling-down-down-down.html' title='Falling down, down, down.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SMaQW9baQ8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/85ajJEcLEGk/s72-c/062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-8924109175565078511</id><published>2008-09-08T14:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T12:05:14.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SMVi4SNnthI/AAAAAAAAAJY/yvA_kRDbs5k/s1600-h/LostinTranslation-Stills_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243706060243973650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SMVi4SNnthI/AAAAAAAAAJY/yvA_kRDbs5k/s400/LostinTranslation-Stills_017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- I just don't know what I'm supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;- You'll figure that out. The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Estou me sentindo tão Charlotte ultimamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-8924109175565078511?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/8924109175565078511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=8924109175565078511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/8924109175565078511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/8924109175565078511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-dont-know-what-im-supposed-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SMVi4SNnthI/AAAAAAAAAJY/yvA_kRDbs5k/s72-c/LostinTranslation-Stills_017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-4299638320750132317</id><published>2008-09-06T23:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:51:39.120-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Semana cu, semana cu, semana cu. Gripe, calor lazarento, sem tempo pra nada e faltam 4 meses pro vestibular. Pááára o mundo que eu quero descer! ._. Pelo menos acabou bem: frio, chuva e ingresso pro Paramore na mão \o/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-4299638320750132317?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/4299638320750132317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=4299638320750132317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/4299638320750132317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/4299638320750132317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/09/semana-cu-semana-cu-semana-cu.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-6376898278052477980</id><published>2008-08-30T15:25:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:52:52.174-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty soon you won't remember a thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não sabemos tudo do que nos espera para além de cada acção nossa, havia dito a mãe, e esta verdade corriqueira, ao alcance de uma simples dona de casa de província, esta verdade trivial que faz parte da infinita lista das que não vale a pena perder tempo a enunciar porque já a ninguém tiram o sono, esta verdade de todos e igual para todos pode, em algumas situações, afligir e assustar tanto como a pior das ameaças. Cada segundo que passa é como uma porta que se abre para deixar entrar o que ainda não sucedeu, isso a que damos o nome de futuro, porém, desafiando a contradição com o que acabou de ser dito, talvez a ideia correcta seja a de que o futuro é somente um imenso vazio, a de que o futuro não é mais que o tempo de que o eterno presente se alimenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leiam José Saramago, fik dik :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-6376898278052477980?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/6376898278052477980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=6376898278052477980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/6376898278052477980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/6376898278052477980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-sabemos-tudo-do-que-nos-espera-para.html' title='Pretty soon you won&apos;t remember a thing.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-1146879675289782215</id><published>2008-08-29T15:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T15:07:24.871-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A única coisa que dura toda a vida é a vida, o resto é sempre precário, instável, fugidio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-1146879675289782215?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/1146879675289782215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=1146879675289782215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/1146879675289782215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/1146879675289782215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/08/nica-coisa-que-dura-toda-vida-vida-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-4075600791968621030</id><published>2008-08-26T15:30:00.015-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:54:26.052-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SLhAMSw4G7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/VII_oupn2MM/s1600-h/c7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240008746385021874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SLhAMSw4G7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/VII_oupn2MM/s400/c7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We've learned to run from anything uncomfortable. We've tied our pain below, and no one ever has to know that inside we're broken. I try to patch things up again to calm my tears and kill these fears. But have I told you, have I?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daqui a dois meses estarei gritando WE WERE BORN FOR THIS, beigos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-4075600791968621030?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/4075600791968621030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=4075600791968621030&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/4075600791968621030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/4075600791968621030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/08/weve-learned-to-run-from-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SLhAMSw4G7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/VII_oupn2MM/s72-c/c7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-3911472286033075225</id><published>2008-08-25T11:15:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T11:37:30.528-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Velho tema.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SLLDZ1OGMPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gK6ctkyrKSc/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238464165135659250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SLLDZ1OGMPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gK6ctkyrKSc/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Só a leve esperança, em toda a vida&lt;br /&gt;Disfarça a pena de viver, mais nada&lt;br /&gt;Nem é mais a existência, resumida&lt;br /&gt;Que uma grande esperança malograda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O eterno sonho da alma desterrada,&lt;br /&gt;Sonho que a traz ansiosa e embrevecida&lt;br /&gt;É uma hora feliz, sempre adiada&lt;br /&gt;E que não chega nunca em toda a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa felicidade que supomos,&lt;br /&gt;Árvore milagrosa que sonhamos&lt;br /&gt;Toda erreada de dourados pomos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe, sim; mas não a alcançamos&lt;br /&gt;Porque está sempre apenas onde a pomos&lt;br /&gt;E nunca a pomos onde nós estamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vicente de Carvalho)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-3911472286033075225?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/3911472286033075225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=3911472286033075225&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/3911472286033075225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/3911472286033075225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/08/adooooro-esses-posts-coisas-que-me.html' title='Velho tema.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SLLDZ1OGMPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gK6ctkyrKSc/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-4545202580796827846</id><published>2008-08-24T03:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T11:32:45.085-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Second chances, they don't ever matter. People never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono, gripe, dor de cabeça, dor de garganta, dor em tudo, e eu acordada só pra ouvir o Reading. Malditos asssassinos, humpf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-4545202580796827846?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/4545202580796827846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=4545202580796827846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/4545202580796827846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/4545202580796827846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/08/misery.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-7874140266413287860</id><published>2008-08-23T09:05:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:55:20.419-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SK__xanILVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/qhkEDejOXd0/s1600-h/Donnie+Darko+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237686116077284690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SK__xanILVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/qhkEDejOXd0/s400/Donnie+Darko+05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces. Bright and early for their daily races, going nowhere, going nowhere. And their tears are filling up their glasses, no expression, no expression. Hide my head, I want to drown my sorrow, no tomorrow, no tomorrow. And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had. I find it hard to tell you 'cause I find it hard to take. When people run in circles it's a very, very mad world. Children waiting for the day they feel good, happy birthday, happy birthday. Made to feel the way that every child should, sit and listen, sit and listen. Went to school and I was very nervous, o one knew me, no one knew me. Hello, teacher, tell me what's my lesson. Look right through me, look right through me. And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had. I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take. When people run in circles it's a very, very mad world. Mad world. Enlarging your world. Mad world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Essa música sempre me faz ter ainda mais certeza da insignificância das coisas. Que eu e cada um de nós está sozinho no mundo, e que eu me sinto melhor sozinha do que com a maioria das pessoas. Sou emo -n mas, meu, essa música mexe mesmo comigo :~ By the way, é da trilha sonora do Donnie Darko, filme que eu suuuuper recomendo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-7874140266413287860?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/7874140266413287860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=7874140266413287860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/7874140266413287860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/7874140266413287860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/08/mad-world.html' title='Mad world.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SK__xanILVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/qhkEDejOXd0/s72-c/Donnie+Darko+05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-1574792653527857450</id><published>2008-08-21T09:16:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:25:22.019-02:00</updated><title type='text'>42.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SK1eor0v9kI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5cUI754Nd1k/s1600-h/marvin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236945994753504834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SK1eor0v9kI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5cUI754Nd1k/s320/marvin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now the world has gone to bed&lt;br /&gt;Darkness won't engulf my head&lt;br /&gt;I can see by infrared&lt;br /&gt;How I hate the night.&lt;br /&gt;Now I lay me down to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Try to count electric sheep&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dream wishes you can keep&lt;br /&gt;How I hate the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42° post. Número deveras importante que responde às suas dúvidas sobre a vida, o universo e tudo mais.&lt;br /&gt;Canção de ninar do Marvin pra comemorar :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-1574792653527857450?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/1574792653527857450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=1574792653527857450&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/1574792653527857450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/1574792653527857450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/08/42.html' title='42.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SK1eor0v9kI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5cUI754Nd1k/s72-c/marvin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-5826421848964056502</id><published>2008-08-20T11:43:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:24:35.713-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SKwuW0sh0gI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-rR_iKtvCQ4/s1600-h/046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236611436362453506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SKwuW0sh0gI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-rR_iKtvCQ4/s400/046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I cannot find a way to describe it. It's there inside, all I do is hide. I wish that it would just go away. What would you do, you do if you knew? What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm all alone. All by myself, I need to get around this. My words are cold, I don't want them to hurt you. If I show you, I don't think you'd understand. 'Cause no one understands.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going nowhere on and on and&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting nowhere on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;I'm going nowhere on and on and off and on and off and on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-5826421848964056502?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/5826421848964056502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=5826421848964056502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/5826421848964056502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/5826421848964056502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/08/take-me-away.html' title='Take me away.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SKwuW0sh0gI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-rR_iKtvCQ4/s72-c/046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-8999473567481833397</id><published>2008-08-16T13:21:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:23:43.402-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don't know what I'm supposed to be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SKb_HLEOiAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Xs11jv-6oOo/s1600-h/LostinTranslationDVD_0591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235152115559467010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SKb_HLEOiAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Xs11jv-6oOo/s400/LostinTranslationDVD_0591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Eu não sei porque ainda me impressiono com isso, mas eu não entendo como algumas pessoas podem aceitar algumas coisas simplesmente porque "todo mundo diz que é assim". E aí julgam as vidas dos outros como se soubessem alguma verdade universal desconhecida pelo resto. Não existe certo e errado, não existe normal e anormal; existe o que é aceito por todos e o que não é. Mas quem pode decidir o que deve ou não ser feito com a minha vida, o que é melhor pra mim, sou eu, e ninguém mais. Pena que com 17 anos a gente não tem muito poder pra decidir nada e depende dos adultos possuidores do dinheiro ._.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-8999473567481833397?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/8999473567481833397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=8999473567481833397&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/8999473567481833397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/8999473567481833397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/08/eu-no-sei-porque-ainda-me-impressiono.html' title='I just don&apos;t know what I&apos;m supposed to be.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SKb_HLEOiAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Xs11jv-6oOo/s72-c/LostinTranslationDVD_0591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-1684153330094630636</id><published>2008-08-14T11:24:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:24:45.429-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You never alter, you're always you. Everything's breaking, but I don't care. Smash the rest up, burn it down. Put us in the corner 'cause we're into ideas. Take these edges, they're inside out. No one will notice, they're looking elsewhere. We can be honest, we call it off. We got the choice if it all goes wrong, we walk. You see the changes and things that come. It's how you deal with it, when switching off. Make a decision, every condition. We got the choice if it all goes wrong, we walk. When nothing makes you feel good, then nothing makes you feel good. When nothing makes you feel good, yeah, nothing makes you feel good. We got the choice if it all goes wrong, we walk. Nothing makes you feel good. Makes me feel good. Nothing makes me feel good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansada de tudo. Inclusive de estudar, mas tô me concentrando nisso pra conseguir o que eu quero. Não agüento mais ouvir "ninguém consegue passar em Medicina no primeiro vestibular". Ultimamente (ultimamente?) o que mais têm me deixado feliz são meus dvds, livros e músicas. E minhas redações, rá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-1684153330094630636?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/1684153330094630636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=1684153330094630636&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/1684153330094630636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/1684153330094630636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/08/walk.html' title='Walk.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-8164617976231638944</id><published>2008-08-07T10:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:22:37.103-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Only imagine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SJrlQcmNulI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cvtMzlrF7s8/s1600-h/Atonement%20briony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231745987861396050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SJrlQcmNulI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cvtMzlrF7s8/s400/Atonement%2520briony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;O preço dos devaneios profundos era sempre aquele momento de retorno, o reencontro do que havia antes e agora parecia um pouco pior. Sua fantasia, antes cheia de detalhes plausíveis, transformara-se numa bobagem passageira diante da massa dura do real. Era difícil voltar, admitir que tudo aquilo havia passado. &lt;em&gt;Passou&lt;/em&gt;, dizia sua irmã, sussurrando, quando a despertava de um pesadelo. Briony perdera seu poder demiúrgico de criação, mas era só naqueles momentos de retorno que a perda se tornava evidente; parte do fascínio do devaneio era a ilusão de que fosse possível resistir à sua lógica: obrigada pela rivalidade entre nações a competir no nível mais elevado com os melhores do mundo e a aceitar os desafios eram a conseqüência de ser a melhor de todos no que se faz - no caso, açoitamento de urtigas -, levada a ir além de seus limites para aplacar a multidão delirante, e ser a melhor de todos, ser, mais importante ainda, única. Porém, é claro, fora só ela o tempo todo - ela a autora, ela o assunto, e agora estava de volta ao mundo, não um mundo que ela podia criar, e sim aquele que a criara, e sentia-se diminuindo sob aquele céu de fim de tarde. Estava cansada de estar no quintal, mas ainda não estava preparada para voltar para casa. Então a vida era só aquilo, casa ou quintal? Não havia um terceiro lugar para as pessoas irem? Deu as costas para o templo da ilha e caminhou lentamente pelo gramado perfeito preparado pelos coelhos, em direção à ponte. À sua frente, iluminada pelo sol poente, havia uma nuvem de insetos, cada um deles oscilando a esmo, como se amarrado a um elástico invisível - uma misteriosa dança de acasalamento, ou apenas pura exuberância animal, a desafiar qualquer tentativa sua de encontrar um significado. Num espírito de resistência rebelde, subiu a encosta íngreme, coberta de grama, até a ponte, e chegando ao caminho de cascalho resolveu ficar ali e esperar até que alguma coisa importante acontecesse com ela. Era esse o desafio que estava impondo à existência - permaneceria imóvel ali, não sairia para o jantar, nem mesmo se sua mãe a chamasse. Ficaria simplesmente esperando na ponte, tranqüila e obstinada, até que os acontecimentos, os acontecimentos reais, e não suas próprias fantasias, aceitassem seu desafio e dissipassem sua insignificância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reparação, de Ian McEwan, que deu origem ao filme Desejo e Reparação.&lt;br /&gt;Muito muito muito muito bom :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-8164617976231638944?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/8164617976231638944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=8164617976231638944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/8164617976231638944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/8164617976231638944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-preo-dos-devaneios-profundos-era.html' title='Only imagine...'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SJrlQcmNulI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cvtMzlrF7s8/s72-c/Atonement%2520briony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-7419183858028592574</id><published>2008-08-06T13:40:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:21:57.100-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SJnV4yfyirI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4Il810JMQcM/s1600-h/031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231447613772040882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SJnV4yfyirI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4Il810JMQcM/s400/031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's a forgone conclusion, your love's an illusion, and the picture is starting to fade. Boy, let's be honest, when it comes to your promise it's just a lot of empty words you say, and the future's only gonna be more of the same. You've only got yourself to blame. Tomorrow you didn't, yesterday you won't, 'cause I know everything you say you gonna do you don't. That's a given, it doesn't matter anyway, hey. I know what love wasn't, I know what love isn't, so when you say you're gonna change you gotta be kidding. Tomorrow you didn't, hey hey, I'm outta here today. I used to believe in all your romantic dreaming but it really ain't that cute anymore, 'cause my time's to precious, so I wish you the best with whatever it is you're looking for. Baby, this is all for your own good, I'm leaving 'cause I know you never would. I don't need a crystal ball to see it all, my dear. It doesn't matter what you say, it always turns out the same way. Your predictions are fiction and it's tragically clear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-7419183858028592574?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/7419183858028592574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=7419183858028592574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/7419183858028592574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/7419183858028592574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-forgone-conclusion-your-loves.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SJnV4yfyirI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4Il810JMQcM/s72-c/031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-8254606589944965535</id><published>2008-08-05T16:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:21:22.294-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The dark, the light.&lt;br /&gt;What was the difference?&lt;br /&gt;Nightmares had reinforced themselves in each, as the book thief began to truly understand how things were and how they would always be. If nothing else, she could prepare herself. Perhaps that's why on the Führer's birthday, when the answer to the question of her mother's suffering showed itself completely, she was able to react, despite her perplexity and her rage.&lt;br /&gt;Liesel Meminger was ready.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Herr Hitler.&lt;br /&gt;Many happy returns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-8254606589944965535?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/8254606589944965535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=8254606589944965535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/8254606589944965535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/8254606589944965535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/08/dark-light.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-606690997572704826</id><published>2008-08-04T11:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:20:29.958-02:00</updated><title type='text'>INTJ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Você vive num mundo de idéias e de planejamento estratégico. Você valoriza inteligência, conhecimento, competência, e tende a ser uma pessoa que estabelece altíssimos padrões para si mesmo e que continuamente se esforça para atingi-los. Apesar de que a um nível de certa forma mais baixo, você tem expectativas similares quanto aos outros.&lt;br /&gt;Com a intuição introvertida dominando sua personalidade, você foca sua energia em observar o mundo e em gerar idéias e possibilidades. Assim, sua mente constantemente absorve informações e faz associações com elas. Você é uma pessoa tremendamente pensativa e compreende novas idéias com muita rapidez. Porém, seu interesse primário não está simplesmente em compreender um conceito, mas em aplicá-lo de uma forma prática, chegando a conclusões sobre esses conceitos. Sua necessidade por fechamento e organização geralmente lhe move a agir de alguma forma.&lt;br /&gt;Como você valoriza sistemas e organização tremendamente e necessita da existência dos mesmos, e é uma pessoa naturalmente pensadora, essas coisas fazem de você um excelente cientista. Você oferece seu dom à sociedade ao transformar suas idéias em formas úteis que possam ser seguidas por outras pessoas. Não é fácil para você conseguir expressar suas visões, pensamentos e abstrações internas, pois estes se encontram numa forma interna altamente individualizada, não sendo assim diretamente traduzíveis numa maneira que outros possam compreender. Porém, você geralmente é levado a traduzir suas idéias na forma de um plano ou de um sistema que seja fácil de explicar, ao invés de através de uma tradução direta dos seus pensamentos para as pessoas. É difícil que você veja valor numa transação conversacional direta, e você também tem dificuldade em expressar suas idéias, que não são lineares. Entretanto, seu extremo respeito por conhecimento e inteligência o motivarão a explicar-se para outras pessoas que você achar merecedoras desse esforço.&lt;br /&gt;Você é um líder natural, embora você geralmente prefira ficar "por trás da cortina" até que você enxergue uma necessidade real de liderar a situação. Quando você se encontra numa posição de liderança você é muito eficaz, pois é capaz de enxergar objetivamente a realidade da situação e é adaptável o suficiente para mudar as coisas que não estejam funcionando bem. Você é um supremo estrategista: constantemente avaliando idéias e conceitos disponíveis e comparando-os à sua estratégia atual, para que você já tenha um plano pronto para qualquer eventualidade imaginável.&lt;br /&gt;Você é uma pessoa que gasta muito do seu tempo dentro dos seus próprios pensamentos, e pode se interessar pouco pelo que outras pessoas pensam ou sentem. A menos que você desenvolva seu lado sentimental, você pode acabar tendo dificuldade em oferecer intimidade às pessoas num nível de que elas necessitam. Igualmente, se você também não desenvolver seu lado mais prático você pode acabar tendo uma tendência a ignorar detalhes que sejam necessários à implantação de suas idéias.&lt;br /&gt;Seu interesse em lidar com o mundo está em tomar decisões, em expressar raciocínios e conclusões, e em incluir tudo que você encontra dentro de um sistema compreensível e racional. Conseqüentemente, você expressa essas suas conclusões e julgamentos com rapidez. Você tem uma intuição altamente desenvolvida e freqüentemente se sente convencido de que está certo sobre as coisas. Porém, a menos que você complemente sua visão intuitiva com uma capacidade de expressar suas idéias, você pode acabar sendo mal compreendido com freqüência. Em casos em que há esse problema de compreensão, você tende a culpar a limitação das outras pessoas ao invés da sua própria dificuldade em se expressar. Esta tendência pode fazer com que você dispense as idéias dos outros com muita rapidez, tornando-se em geral uma pessoa arrogante e elitista.&lt;br /&gt;Você é uma pessoa ambiciosa, autoconfiante, planejada, e de raciocínio de longo prazo. Muitas pessoas como você optam por carreiras de engenharia ou de natureza científica, apesar de que alguns encontram desafios suficientes no mundo dos negócios, dentro de áreas relacionadas a organização e a planejamento estratégico da empresa. Você não gosta de bagunça e de ineficiência, assim como de qualquer coisa ambígua ou incerta. Assim, você preza por transparência e eficiência, e investe uma quantidade enorme de tempo e energia em consolidar suas idéias em padrões estruturados.&lt;br /&gt;Outras pessoas podem ter dificuldades em lhe compreender, achando que você é uma pessoa distante e reservada. Na verdade você realmente não demonstra muito o seu afeto, e não costuma oferecer às pessoas elogios ou críticas positivas o suficiente – ou pelo menos na quantidade que essas pessoas necessitam ou desejam. Isso não significa que você não tenha um afeto real ou que você não se importe com as outras pessoas, mas que você simplesmente não sente a necessidade expressar essas coisas. Outras pessoas podem erroneamente achar que você seja uma pessoa inflexível e que não tenha uma cabeça aberta para idéias diferentes das suas. Nada poderia estar mais longe da verdade, pois você se compromete a sempre encontrar, de uma forma objetiva, a melhor estratégia para implantar suas idéias. Assim, você está quase sempre aberto a ouvir sobre uma maneira diferente de fazer as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Quando sob um bocado de estresse, você pode se tornar obsessivo com atividades repetitivas sem sentido, como por exemplo, se preocupa se tem bebido líquido demais. Você também pode tender a se focar em detalhes que você normalmente não consideraria importantes para seu objetivo maior.&lt;br /&gt;Você precisa se lembrar de tentar se expressar o suficiente para evitar que as pessoas tenham dificuldades em lhe compreender. Na ausência de um desenvolvimento correto da sua capacidade de comunicação, você pode se tornar uma pessoa "curta e grossa" para com as pessoas, e, por fim, isolacionista.&lt;br /&gt;Você tem uma capacidade tremenda de fazer grandes conquistas. Com a sua capacidade de raciocínio você capta compreensões (insights) dentro de uma visão geral das coisas, e é motivado a sintetizar seus conceitos na forma de sólidos planos de ação. É provável que você seja uma pessoa altamente competente, e que não terá problema algum em atingir suas metas educacionais e profissionais, tendo a capacidade de fazer grandes "saltos" nessas áreas. Num nível pessoal, se você praticar tolerância e se esforçar para comunicar suas idéias aos outros de uma maneira eficaz, você terá em suas mãos tudo o que precisa para viver uma vida rica e gratificante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teste de personalidade do site &lt;a href="http://www.inspiira.org/"&gt;http://www.inspiira.org/&lt;/a&gt;. Me descreve quase perfeitamente, e espero que o último parágrafo seja tr00.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-606690997572704826?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/606690997572704826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=606690997572704826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/606690997572704826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/606690997572704826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/08/intj.html' title='INTJ.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-4180143494609103371</id><published>2008-08-03T02:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:19:27.082-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Somehow everything's gonna fall right into place.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If we only had a way to make it all fall faster everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã recomeçam as aulas. Os próximos seis meses serão ainda mais puxados e cansativos do que os que passaram, mas (espero) vai valer a pena. Esse ano eu tô estudando mais do que nunca, revisando de verdade a matéria, passando de verdade uma redação a limpo. E meus vários 9 e 9 vírgulaalgumacoisa me deixam tremendamente feliz. Eu tô zúper orgulhosa de mim nesse 2008 estressante em que eu tô entendendo um monte de conteúdos que nunca tinham entrado na minha cabeça e me preparando pra conquistar uma vaga na faculdade e passar mais, hmm, 10 anos estudando D:&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: nascer milionária na próxima encarnação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-4180143494609103371?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/4180143494609103371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=4180143494609103371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/4180143494609103371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/4180143494609103371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/08/somehow-everythings-gonna-fall-right.html' title='Somehow everything&apos;s gonna fall right into place.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-8375987003253147806</id><published>2008-07-30T11:20:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:18:58.047-02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all in my mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um dia à base de músicas novas do The Killers e filmes, sabendo que Paramore vem em outubro, é definitivamente um dia feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with a low life&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I knew they ripped me from my bed&lt;br /&gt;And then they took my blood type&lt;br /&gt;They left a strange impression in my head&lt;br /&gt;You know that I was hoping&lt;br /&gt;That I could leave this dark crossroad behind&lt;br /&gt;When they cut me open&lt;br /&gt;I guess I changed my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-8375987003253147806?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/8375987003253147806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=8375987003253147806&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/8375987003253147806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/8375987003253147806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-all-in-my-mind.html' title='It&apos;s all in my mind.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-3319149106664329635</id><published>2008-07-26T10:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T10:45:30.317-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Every now and then.</title><content type='html'>Now "Why do you waste my time?"&lt;br /&gt;Is the answer to the question on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick of all my judges, so scared of what they'll find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma semana de descanso *respira aliviada*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-3319149106664329635?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/3319149106664329635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=3319149106664329635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/3319149106664329635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/3319149106664329635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/07/now-why-do-you-waste-my-time-is-answer.html' title='Every now and then.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-5404008811060434639</id><published>2008-07-24T11:26:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:17:59.871-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone must have loved you, not the way that I do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SIiZuAkxnqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/oLe5UFBSWPs/s1600-h/e6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226596383270739618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SIiZuAkxnqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/oLe5UFBSWPs/s400/e6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Todo mundo tem aquelas bandas que gosta mais, mas nem todos têm uma banda preferida meeesmo. Aquela banda que faz as melhores músicas, as melhores letras, os melhores clipes, que tem os integrantes perfeitos e insubstituíveis - e pode ser que ninguém mais ache isso deles, mas você acha, porque eles podem não ser a melhor banda do mundo pro, hmm, mundo, mas são pra você.&lt;br /&gt;E eu tenho a minha: The Killers. E não foi love at the first play não. Eu conheci vendo o clipe de Mr. Brightside, gostei e baixei o Hot Fuss numa madrugada sem nada pra fazer. Ouvi, gostei e deixei ele lá quieto. Meses depois, passou um trechinho (sim, um trechinho q) do mesmo clipe num programa da MTV e, não me pergunte como, foi ali que eu me apaixonei pela banda. E pelo Brandon Flowers, rá. Mais tarde nesse dia, eu comecei a ouvir o cd over and over again, baixei todos os clipes, b-sides, lives, peguei fotos, li trocentas coisas sobre eles, tudo o que eu achei pela frente. No dia seguinte eu já era uma fã das mais graduadas hahaha&lt;br /&gt;O que eu tava começando a sentir por eles eu nunca tinha sentido por nenhuma outra banda ou artista. E esse sentimento foi cresceeeendo e em pouco tempo Brandon, Ronnie, Mark e Dave se tornaram os meus xuxus, os amores da minha vida, os membros da banda sem a qual eu absolutamente não vivo. O Brandon é o vocalista 1001 utilidades da voz perfeita, das dancinhas perfeitas -q, das letras maravilhosas e vou parar antes que me empolgue hahaha. Amo o Ron todo engraçado e fofo, o Mark quietinho e o Dave Drunk que fala as coisas mais hilárias ever. Eu nem vou falar que "eu sei que eles não são uma das melhores bandas do mundo, mas pra mim são etc" porque eles são OIE e eles sabem disso! :D Pode ser exagero de fanática, mas eu realmente acho que eles são uma das (quiçá A) melhores bandas da atualidade, e digo mais - se existem, hoje, bandas que no futuro serão tão grandes quanto U2, Queen, Rolling Stones (não vou falar Beatles que aí já é exagero, néam), os assassinos da cidade do pecado (uii) estão entre elas.&lt;br /&gt;E tem coisa melhor no que ver a banda que você mais ama ao vivo? NÃÃÃÃÃO \o/ O Tim Festival de 2007 foi o melhor dia ever ever ever. Eu chorei antes e depois do show, durante não. Pensei que iria chorar cataratas, mas fiquei tão estupidamente feliz que só conseguia cantar, gritar, pular e olhar pra eles meio que sem acreditar que aquilo era real. Eles passam uma puta energia e emoção nos shows e eu amo isso; tu sente o quanto eles estão felizes por estarem ali tocando pra ti *-* E eu ainda vou ficar esperando eles em porta de hotel, pegar autógrafos e tirar fotos, falar pra eles o quanto eu os amo, eu vou :~&lt;br /&gt;Como se não bastasse toda a alegria que eles me dão por eles mesmos, foi graças a eles que eu conheci grandes amigos, vide post do dia 18/17. É difícil dizer que as coisas são pra sempre, porque o amanhã ninguém sabe e, além disso, é pouco o que dura tanto. Mas isso eu sei aaahh eu sei - é pra sempre, mesmo que o pra sempre dure toda a eternidade.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-5404008811060434639?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/5404008811060434639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=5404008811060434639&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/5404008811060434639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/5404008811060434639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/07/someone-must-have-loved-you-not-way.html' title='Someone must have loved you, not the way that I do.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SIiZuAkxnqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/oLe5UFBSWPs/s72-c/e6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-7006856396741195144</id><published>2008-07-23T10:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:17:02.153-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O rumor das vozes e dos veículos acordou um mendigo que dormia nos degraus da igreja. O pobre-diabo sentou-se, viu o que era, depois, tornou a deitar-se, mas acordado, de barriga para cima, com os olhos fitos no céu. O céu fitava-o também, impassível como ele, mas sem as rugas do mendigo, nem os sapatos rotos, nem os andrajos, um céu claro, estrelado, sossegado, olímpico, tal qual presidiu às bodas de Jacó e ao suicídio de Lucrécia. Olhavam-se numa espécie de jogo do siso, com certo ar de majestades rivais e tranqüilas, sem arrogância nem baixeza, como se o mendigo dissesse ao céu:&lt;br /&gt;- Afinal, não me hás de cair em cima.&lt;br /&gt;E o céu:&lt;br /&gt;- Nem tu me hás de escalar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-7006856396741195144?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/7006856396741195144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=7006856396741195144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/7006856396741195144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/7006856396741195144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-rumor-das-vozes-e-dos-veculos-acordou.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-4544604277516881295</id><published>2008-07-20T03:17:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:16:33.360-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Why so serious? Let's put a smile on that face!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SILZWIEttzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PkvBZNAgQBw/s1600-h/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224977491850802994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SILZWIEttzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PkvBZNAgQBw/s400/30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Dark Knight tem tudo de bom que Batman Begins tem - o clima sombrio, os diálogos inspirados, a tensão, o suspense, a densidade - em maior quantidade. Meu coração parecia uma bomba e eu só pensava "QUE FODA!" durante as quase 3 horas de projeção, e eu saí da sala completamente besta e exausta. O filme não pára um minuto e não deixa você desgrudar os olhos da tela.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o fato de Heath Ledger ter morrido tenha chamado mais atenção para sua atuação como Coringa, mas todo o barulho não é por nada - ele está simplesmente perfeito, em um papel perfeito. O causador de caos é sarcástico já na aparência, tem argumentos inquestionáveis para suas loucuras, mexe nas feridas de quem vier contra ele e mostra o lado mau de todo mundo. Além de ser dono das melhores cenas e diálogos - a frase que eu usei no título do post já é clássica e por todo o orkut se vêem pessoas com a maquiagem do palhaço feita no paint em suas fotos. Merece um Oscar póstumo, fato.&lt;br /&gt;Jim Gordon e Alfred estão melhores que nunca, e o "Cavaleiro Branco" Harvey Dent foi uma ótima aquisição ao ranking de mocinhos (rá). Christian Bale está ainda melhor no novo filme, enquanto Maggie Gyllenhaal tirou o ar de santinha e bobinha de Rachel Dawes.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sendo um filme "de super herói" (mesmo sem nenhum personagem com super poderes), as grandes batalhas de The Dark Knight são nos diálogos cheios de frases de efeito, mostrando os verdadeiros medos, valores e caráter dos personagens. E que, como disse o Joker, as pessoas são tão boas quanto o mundo as permite ser.&lt;br /&gt;O roteiro e a direção de Christopher Nolan são impecáveis e o filme é perfeito. Mesmo. Ao contrário da minha capacidade de terminar com algo de impacto meus textos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-4544604277516881295?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/4544604277516881295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=4544604277516881295&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/4544604277516881295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/4544604277516881295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-so-serious-lets-put-smile-on-that_20.html' title='Why so serious? Let&apos;s put a smile on that face!'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SILZWIEttzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PkvBZNAgQBw/s72-c/30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-3500531381142074958</id><published>2008-07-18T11:31:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:15:57.482-02:00</updated><title type='text'>And I love you endlessy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há dois anos, uma certa comunidade sobre minha banda preferida foi criada. Tá, e daí?&lt;br /&gt;E daí que não é uma comunidade qualquer. Foi criada por três gurias cansadas de posers e gente chata, que queriam conhecer fãs verdadeiros e legais, para poderem ter conversas interessantes sobre seu interesse comum. E a comunidade deu certo. Muito certo. Eu entrei pouco depois de ela completar 1 mês de existência com a simples finalidade de baixar músicas que eu não tinha, mas resolvi postar no tópico de chat e desde o começo me senti em casa. Aquela galere tão queride e especial se tornou uma segunda família; amigos que, mesmo longe (tem gente de todos os cantos do país), tão sempre ali pro que você precisar e pra conversar sobre qualquer coisa. Amigos que compartilham uma paixão, filmes, livros, bandas, sonhos, internas, bafões, cartas. A galere dos chats de madrugada, dos ataques de riso, das comunidades engraçadinias. Eu ainda não tive oportunidade de encontrar pessoalmente nenhum deles, mas espero, do fundo do ésse dois, que isso mude logo logo. *-*&lt;br /&gt;Só quem faz parte disso tem idéia do que significa. TKBR, tudibom e muiiiitos anos de vida. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-3500531381142074958?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/3500531381142074958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=3500531381142074958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/3500531381142074958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/3500531381142074958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/07/right-to-end.html' title='And I love you endlessy.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-6308277292965412322</id><published>2008-07-17T09:30:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:15:24.862-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Quando a sua reputação tiver sido atacada como tem sido a minha, há de saber o pouco que importa. Imagine só: não existe uma casa em Charleston onde eu seja recebido. Nem mesmo a minha contribuição para a "nossa justa e santa Causa" conseguiu levantar a interdição.&lt;br /&gt;- Que horror!&lt;br /&gt;- Absolutamente. Enquanto você não ficar com a reputação inteiramente perdida, não avaliará o peso de que foi aliviada.&lt;br /&gt;- Suas teorias são dum cinismo!...&lt;br /&gt;- Talvez, porém profundamente verdadeiras. Quando você tem muita coragem... ou muito dinheiro... passa-se perfeitamente sem ela.&lt;br /&gt;- O dinheiro não compra tudo.&lt;br /&gt;- Essa idéia não é sua. É uma chateza que nunca lhe ocorreria. O que é que o dinheiro não compra?&lt;br /&gt;- Não sei... mas não compra a felicidade, nem o amor, em todo caso.&lt;br /&gt;- Em geral, compra. E quando não compra o verdadeiro, compra algumas ótimas imitações.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-6308277292965412322?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/6308277292965412322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=6308277292965412322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/6308277292965412322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/6308277292965412322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/07/quando-sua-reputao-tiver-sido-atacada.html' title=''/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-6771016237462260872</id><published>2008-07-14T14:50:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:14:24.092-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the heart is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SHuUuwh8ItI/AAAAAAAAAFc/q8TMIJC81Sw/s1600-h/London+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222931723888370386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SHuUuwh8ItI/AAAAAAAAAFc/q8TMIJC81Sw/s320/London+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Eu não gosto do Brasil. Odeio esse povinho ignorante, hipócrita, inculto e "alegre". Mas esse não é o principal motivo. I just don't fit here, não me pergunte o porquê. "E você quer ir pra onde então, criatura?" Rá, essa eu sei. London, baby! A cidade mais linda, maravilhosa e querida ever, com pessoas inteligentes e com aquele jeitinho e sotaque que eu aaaaaamo, com uma história e culturas fascinantes. Sem contar aquelas cabines telefônicas e os ônibus *-* Tá, eu sei que no fundo é uma cidade normal como qualquer outra, com defeitos e blablablá. Mas, meu, olha aquele céu cinza. Olha os filmes, livros, atores, escritores e bandas ingleses. Olha os ingleses! hahaha. Conhecer Londres, aliás, a Inglaterra, aliás², a Europa inteira, é meu sonho. E um dia me mudar pra lá e nunca mais voltar. Because home is where the heart is :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Droga, esqueci de fazer um post especial no dia do róque .-.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-6771016237462260872?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/6771016237462260872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=6771016237462260872&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/6771016237462260872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/6771016237462260872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-heart-is.html' title='Where the heart is.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SHuUuwh8ItI/AAAAAAAAAFc/q8TMIJC81Sw/s72-c/London+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-419090459353972288</id><published>2008-07-12T22:55:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:13:48.197-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone With The Wind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SHmLM1uZ0JI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sASpnarHrME/s1600-h/b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222358295609200786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SHmLM1uZ0JI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sASpnarHrME/s400/b3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;O FILME MAIS LINDO PERFEITO QUERIDO EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quatro horas lindas e felizes que passaram voando.&lt;br /&gt;Tão excelente e apaixonante quanto o livro.&lt;br /&gt;Vivien Leigh e Clark Gable nasceram para serem os protagonistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARLETT DIVA ETERNA, RHETT DIVO ETERNO. LINDOS (L)&lt;br /&gt;MORRI MORRI MORRI MORRI ASSISTINDO. PERFEITO &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-419090459353972288?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/419090459353972288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=419090459353972288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/419090459353972288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/419090459353972288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/07/gone-with-wind_13.html' title='Gone With The Wind.'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SHmLM1uZ0JI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sASpnarHrME/s72-c/b3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-2843334030440934955</id><published>2008-07-10T08:38:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:13:16.298-02:00</updated><title type='text'>If life ain't just a joke, then why are we laughing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todo mundo tentando ser perfeito aos olhos de todo mundo e se preocupando absurdamente com tudo ao invés de ser feliz com as coisas simples e fazendo o que se quer fazer. Tentando fazer tudo certo sempre e, quando não dá certo, a culpa nunca é sua, é do outro (que não tem nada a ver com a história, diga-se de passagem). Quando dão, é destino. A vida não é feita de aparências e não faz sentido, o mundo e o Universo não fazem sentido e a resposta final é 42. Então, what's the point of ficar tentando achar motivo e razão pra tudo? Humpf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-2843334030440934955?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/2843334030440934955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=2843334030440934955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/2843334030440934955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/2843334030440934955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-life-aint-just-joke-then-why-are-we_10.html' title='If life ain&apos;t just a joke, then why are we laughing?'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731070076476585794.post-45483059809723830</id><published>2008-07-10T08:17:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T10:32:57.235-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the one that you loathe.</title><content type='html'>Give me a shot to remember&lt;br /&gt;And you can take all the pain away from me&lt;br /&gt;A kiss and I will surrender&lt;br /&gt;The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead&lt;br /&gt;A light to burn all the empires&lt;br /&gt;So bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be&lt;br /&gt;In love with all of these vampires&lt;br /&gt;So you can leave like the sane abandoned me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a place in the dark where the animals go&lt;br /&gt;You can take off your skin in the cannibal glow&lt;br /&gt;Juliet loves a beat and the lust it commands&lt;br /&gt;Drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-45483059809723830?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/45483059809723830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=45483059809723830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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you're running from&lt;br /&gt;You can't kid us, yeah, you can't trick anyone&lt;br /&gt;Houdini, love, you don't know what you're running from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-3355682124344303218?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/3355682124344303218/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=3355682124344303218&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/3355682124344303218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SHBiAtpuaeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qV1vQGy9SU0/s1600-h/fingers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219779732516530658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SHBiAtpuaeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qV1vQGy9SU0/s320/fingers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mariana, a pseudo-crítica, ataca novamente AEEEEE -n&lt;br /&gt;O fato é que eu tô aqui super empolgada com o novo cd do Cansei de Ser Sexy e preciso falar um pouco sobre ele!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donkey é muito diferente do álbum de estréia da banda brasileira mais amada entre os gringos. Depois de uma grande (e excelente) piada, Lovefoxxx e sua turma decidiram mostrar que não estão brincando de fazer música, e sim fazendo música de verdade, divertida, animada e, principalmente, boa. Continua pop, continua engraçadinho, continua CSS. Um CSS amadurecido, talentoso e criativo, com letras ótimas, melodias viciantes e Lovefoxxx usando mais seus talentos vocais. O cd abre muuuito bem com Jager Yoda e continua praticamente perfeito até o final, com Air Painter. Ainda não consegui escolher minha preferida, mas a já conhecida Left Behind com certeza é uma delas.&lt;br /&gt;Fico por aqui e continuo ouvindo, as loud as can be. *-*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731070076476585794-4619977446290756920?l=such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/feeds/4619977446290756920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731070076476585794&amp;postID=4619977446290756920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/4619977446290756920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731070076476585794/posts/default/4619977446290756920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-fragile-broken-things.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-didnt-come-into-this-world-to-walk.html' title='We didn&apos;t come into the world to walk around,'/><author><name>Mariana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/S09XdinU4LI/AAAAAAAAASU/kngU2TvTRg4/S220/twilight18.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBRwWjkVtcw/SHBiAtpuaeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qV1vQGy9SU0/s72-c/fingers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
