<?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-3964737</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:59:51.237-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Juliana Show</title><subtitle type='html'>Moda, música, divagações, e tudo que se passa nessa minha cabecinha distorcida.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>237</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108614206819449454</id><published>2004-06-01T23:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T23:07:48.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ando bem satisfeita com a minha vida. Ando saindo bastante com pessoas que eu gosto muito, indo pra lugares legais, fazendo coisas legais. Estou fazendo um cachecol. Não trabalho mais, mas meu dinheiro não chegou ao fim. Sou amiga de pessoas que sim, gostaria de sar mais do que amiga. Mas tá bom anyway. Gosto de pessoas que merecem que eu goste delas. Meu cabelo tá awesome, e eu ando bem calma...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108614206819449454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108614206819449454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108614206819449454' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108541233230946911</id><published>2004-05-24T12:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T12:25:32.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É... amor é isso aí. Mais uma música.The Darkness - "Growing On Me"I can't get rid of youI don't know what to doI don't even know who is growing on who'Cos everywhere I go you're thereCan't get you out of my hairCan't pretend that I don't care - it's not fairI'm being punished for all my offencesI wanna touch you but I'm afraid of the consequencesI wanna banish you from whence you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108541233230946911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108541233230946911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108541233230946911' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108508799793716566</id><published>2004-05-20T18:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T18:19:57.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma música para o meu amor. Apesar dele não gostar desse tipo de música, não consigo evitar: toda vez que eu ouço essa música eu lembro dele. So there you go.Kylie Minogue - "Love At First Sight"Thought that I was going crazyJust having one of those days yeahDidn't know what to doThen there was youAnd everything went from wrong to rightAnd the stars came out and filled up the skyThe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108508799793716566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108508799793716566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108508799793716566' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108508744072967230</id><published>2004-05-20T18:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T18:10:40.730-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sim! Estou muito apaixonada! E sim, você sabe que é você!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108508744072967230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108508744072967230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108508744072967230' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108347229032509955</id><published>2004-05-02T01:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T01:35:43.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1) Meu problema não vai se resolver com uma conversa.2) O que eu como é problema meu.3) Não sou motorista de ninguém.4) Eu não sou psicóloga.5) O Derrick não é assustador.6) Eu realmente não estou ligando a mínima para o Skol Beats.7) Eu também tenho problemas, como todo mundo.8) Não ligo de ser rotulada.9) Eu dou as desculpas. Se elas não são boas o suficiente, isso não é problema meu.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108347229032509955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108347229032509955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108347229032509955' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108293948860536280</id><published>2004-04-25T21:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T21:35:33.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, é, uma observação antes que eu me esqueça: foda-se.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108293948860536280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108293948860536280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108293948860536280' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108292242084338835</id><published>2004-04-25T16:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T16:51:05.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que ódio! I just don't care, vocês não entendem? Why won't you just let me be?? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108292242084338835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108292242084338835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108292242084338835' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108287174947060765</id><published>2004-04-25T02:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T02:46:33.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ainda sobre o post anterior: não é sem motivo nenhum. É sem motivo aparente pros outros. Acho que expliquei mal.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108287174947060765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108287174947060765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108287174947060765' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108287164693123153</id><published>2004-04-25T02:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T02:44:51.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ai ai... como eu canso rápido das pessoas... e sem motivo nenhum, o que é pior. Será que um dia ainda vai aparecer alguém que não me decepcione, ao menos não constantemente? I give and get nothing in return. E eu nem sou dessas pessoas de coração grande. Eu simplesmente sou uma pessoa inteligente, que sempre tem a vontade de fazer do mundo um lugar menos medíocre. The wind blows cold when you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108287164693123153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108287164693123153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108287164693123153' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108275564175696305</id><published>2004-04-23T18:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T18:31:24.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uma música para hoje. Estou mega triste. Ela tem a ver com o que eu pensei hoje.Los Hermanos - "O Velho e o Moço"Deixo tudo assimNão me importo em ver a idade em mim,ouço o que convém.Eu gosto do gastoSei do incômodoe ela tem razãoquando vem dizerque eu preciso simde todo o cuidadoE se eu fosseo primeiro a voltarpra mudar o que eu fiz,quem então agora eu seria?Tanto fazque o</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108275564175696305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108275564175696305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108275564175696305' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108268631631027230</id><published>2004-04-22T23:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T23:15:58.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meu, é sério. O próximo que falar pra mim, "como assim, você não vai no Skol Beats??", eu juro, eu juro, eu dou um pau. Não vou, cacete. Já expliquei mil vezes, no meu fotolog, no da Giulia, no da Paula, no da Gi... por favor, dá pra esquecer esse assunto? Obrigada!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108268631631027230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108268631631027230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108268631631027230' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108258617280624719</id><published>2004-04-21T19:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T19:26:52.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EU ODEIO O HOTMAIL. Desde domingo não consigo checar os meus emails. Hoje eu consegui entrar, e olhar um deles. Um. Aí, há uns 5 minutos, eu tentei entrar, e tá escrito que a minha conta não está disponível no momento. Ahhhh, por favor! Que porra é essa?? Que falta de respeito, isso. Me passaram trabalho de escola, várias coisas, e eu não consigo abrir nada. UMA MERDA. Tecnologia me irrita muito </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108258617280624719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108258617280624719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108258617280624719' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108241192825404436</id><published>2004-04-19T18:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T19:02:45.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meu, incrível quanta gente deixou msg no meu fotolog. Eu criei o bagulho ontem e todo mundo já tá sabendo! Hahahaha é, como a Tati e o Thiago disseram, vicia mesmo. Você posta no fotolog de todo mundo, e todo mundo posta no seu. E TODA HORA você entra pra ver se alguém mais deixou mensagem. Adoro. Quero que todo mundo entre no meu fotolog e deixe várias mensagens! Você também! Adoro!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108241192825404436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108241192825404436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108241192825404436' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108233687493764381</id><published>2004-04-18T22:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T22:11:51.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Puta que pariu!! Que merda esse hotmail! Hoje não consegui abrir o meu email o dia todo! Que bosta! Já pensou se eu tivesse algum trabalho pra mandar por email? Pô... que falta de consideração. Eu odeio quando essas coisas não funcionam. Tecnologia, quando falha, me irrita profundamente.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108233687493764381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108233687493764381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108233687493764381' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-10822677471470749</id><published>2004-04-18T02:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T02:59:42.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aeeeee!! Criei um fotolog. Você, visitante desse blog cor de rosa, vá visitar meu fotolog cor de rosa. O endereço cor de rosa é www.fotolog.net/ju_rootsAdoro.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/10822677471470749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/10822677471470749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#10822677471470749' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108223783218919753</id><published>2004-04-17T18:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T18:41:06.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estou desolée. Meu, que que o Lenny Kravitz tá fazendo com os cabelos? Você viu a coisa chapada, lisa, estilo Prince e Andre 3000 no clip do Hey Ya que ele fez? Meu, que absurdo!! Ele é perfeito ao natural, meu, o Lenny alisar cabelo é simplesmente errado. Vai contra a ordem natural das coisas. Ele tá, pouco a pouco, acabando com o cabelo. O máximo eram os dreads dele. Lindos, um tesão, uma coisa</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108223783218919753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108223783218919753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108223783218919753' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108221683480286142</id><published>2004-04-17T12:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T12:51:08.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uhuuuuuuuuu!! Que entorpecentes que nada, fazer dieta é o que dá a liga! Tô com uma tontura animal... tudo gira, o tempo todo, aueeeei!! Olha como fazer dieta é que melhor que entorpecentes:* Dieta você pára a hora que quiser, facinho, facinho.* Dá esses baratos de tontura o tempo todo... aí, se você come açúcar, dá bobeira (das braaaaavas).* É bem mais barato que qualquer entorpecente, seja </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108221683480286142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108221683480286142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108221683480286142' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108216883466781591</id><published>2004-04-16T23:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T23:31:08.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu estou com um mal humor do inferno agora. Eu estou com vontade de chegar numa certa pessoa e acertar uma torta bem no meio da cara dela. E falar: "palhaço". Tenha dó, eu ando convivendo muito com pessoas doentias, ultimamente. E eu nem tenho a escolha de não conviver. Que beleza de vida, não? Meu, eu jamais poderia ser personagem principal de um livro. Eu convivo com umas burocracias não </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108216883466781591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108216883466781591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108216883466781591' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108199543480385156</id><published>2004-04-14T23:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T23:21:05.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Olha só o que o desespero faz... eu descobri umas coisas sobre o meu amado, umas coisas que não gostei muito, não esperava. Aí, quase me declarei em rede mundial. Mas assim, não ia ser um simples "eu te amo", ia ser algo do tipo "eu darei a minha vida por você se for preciso". Um tratado. Ainda bem que eu sou uma pessoa muito comedida e não-impulsiva quando sóbria. Já pensou, me expor pra ele, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108199543480385156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108199543480385156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108199543480385156' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108179161924770427</id><published>2004-04-12T14:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T14:44:10.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje eu fui tirar xerox lá na rua da faculdade, e sempre tem umas piadas em cima do balcão, coladas, assim. Hoje tinha uma que eu achei muito engraçada. Era assim: tinha a foto de um salão de cabelereiro, e na porta uma placa que dizia "Corto cabelo e pinto". Hahahahahahaha eu fiquei rindo uma cara por causa disso. E toda vez que eu lembro, começo a rir tudo de novo. Hahahaha vou tentar achar uma</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108179161924770427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108179161924770427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108179161924770427' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108169517618191234</id><published>2004-04-11T11:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T11:56:42.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VISITE!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108169517618191234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108169517618191234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108169517618191234' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108169289127953781</id><published>2004-04-11T11:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T11:18:37.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saudade de Camburi!! Saudade de Floripa!! Quero praiaaaaaaaa!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108169289127953781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108169289127953781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108169289127953781' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108169156207096572</id><published>2004-04-11T10:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T10:56:28.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aeeeeee!! Feliz Páscoa! Hoje eu estou me sentindo bem melhor que ontem, porque ontem foi praticamente um dia perdido. O que salvou foi que eu vi Chaves, de noite. Abandonei todo mundo jantando e vim no meu quarto ver. Da hora. Eu amo Chaves. Anyway, hoje vai ser um dia bem divertido, porque vai ter almoço lá na casa da minha tia. É, da tia Eliete, a mãe da Raquel. Ela parece que vai fazer salada</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108169156207096572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108169156207096572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108169156207096572' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108162090716901886</id><published>2004-04-10T15:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T15:18:52.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    Que personagem do Seinfeld é você? Trazido a você por Blog do Idiota  Não podia estar mais certo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108162090716901886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108162090716901886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108162090716901886' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108154132735541459</id><published>2004-04-09T17:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T17:12:31.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Geeeeente, que falta do que fazer! Hoje não tá acontecendo nada, nada - NADA. Eu ia lavar o carro, mas meu pai falou pra eu não lavar, porque hoje é sexta-feira santa. "Hoje não é dia de fazer essas coisas". Dá pra ouvir mosca voando. Tudo muuuuuuuito parado. Acho que daqui a pouco vou sair pra dar uma volta. Não agüento mais ficar em casa - na net tá pior, porque como todo mundo foi viajar, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108154132735541459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108154132735541459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108154132735541459' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108145649643043195</id><published>2004-04-08T17:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T17:38:42.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É, é oficial. Estou com ódio de todas as pessoas do mundo, hoje. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108145649643043195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108145649643043195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108145649643043195' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108145582592942680</id><published>2004-04-08T17:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T17:27:28.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Puta merda. Odeio essa sensação de estar sendo passada pra trás. Odeio quando as pessoas tenta mentir pra mim, me enganar, ou até mesmo fazer comentários pelas minhas costas, porque eu sempre descubro. E descobrir é a pior parte, eu me sinto uma idiota. Não só fico puta por estarem tentando me fazer de boba, mas também pelos outros acharem que realmente vão coseguir me enganar. Isso me revolta. I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108145582592942680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108145582592942680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108145582592942680' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108138115298018109</id><published>2004-04-07T20:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T20:44:34.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aê, não custa nada apoiar a causa nobre de uma amiga que sempre agüenta as minhas crises de "estou deprimida". Sista, je t'adore, muito mesmo. Nunca mude porque você é especial assim do jeito que você é. Então, pessoas que visitam o meu blog, visitem o dela também. O endereço é http://www.incubuscometobrazil.blogger.com.br.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108138115298018109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108138115298018109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108138115298018109' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108137638337322885</id><published>2004-04-07T19:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T19:23:25.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pronto. Acabou de passar uma matéria no SPTV sobre novas drogas da noite paulistana. Ficou descrevendo o que elas são, e onde são mais difundidas: Jardins, Vila Olimpia e Itaim 0 ou seja, os lugares que eu freqüento. Meu pai tá assistindo. Prooooonto, pronto. Já sei até como ele vai começar. Ele vai comentar sobre a matéria, falar que é tudo nos lugares que eu freqüento, e perguntar se eu já vi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108137638337322885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108137638337322885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108137638337322885' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108128982642321776</id><published>2004-04-06T19:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T19:20:46.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Geeeeente, acabei de criar um funk muito dos tosco! Preciso compartilhar com vocês:"Vou robar sua guitarra pra você ir buscar em casaaaa(Vai, doidinha, vai doidinha!)Vou lamber suas tatuagens, dos dois braços e da barrigaaaa(Vai, doidinha, vai doidinha!)Eu vou te chamar na chincha e te pegar pelo cabeloooo(Vai, doidinha, vai doidinha!)Vou te tacar na parede até te deixar com medoooo(Vai </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108128982642321776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108128982642321776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108128982642321776' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108120441191216167</id><published>2004-04-05T19:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T19:37:10.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É incrível como só pessoas que são importantes pra mim, que eu gosto muito, conseguem me magoar de verdade. Tem uma pessoa que con-se-gue. Não vou falar o nome dele aqui, porque no momento ele não merece nem que eu atire uma muvuca de nariz minha nele. Mas hoje ele me irritou muito, mas muito mesmo, como ele consegue sempre que quer. Tô começando a perder a consideração por muitas das coisas que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108120441191216167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108120441191216167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108120441191216167' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108111564839366425</id><published>2004-04-04T18:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T18:58:02.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Desculpe não ter postado desde quinta. Justificativa:Sexta eu fui pra faculdade, depois direto pra uma entrevista, depois direto pra Serra Negra. Lá fiquei o fim de semana inteiro. Estava legal. Não encontrei com os meus amigos lá, mas nem liguei pra eles. Preferi passar o finde com a família, for a change. Chegando em Serra Negra, do nada veio parar na minha mão um flyer do rodeio que tava </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108111564839366425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108111564839366425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108111564839366425' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108086837213689957</id><published>2004-04-01T22:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T22:16:26.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tá, preciso fazer aqui uns comentários pelo bem da música mundial. Preciso falar de artistas que têm que ser conhecidos, ou mais conhecidos. Eles são ótimos, e eu adoro, e o mundo precisa conhecê-los. One for the underdogs!!*Melissa Auf Der Maur - adoooooooro ela. Adorava no Hole, adorei no Smashing Pumpkins, não adorei tanto assim quando ela começou a namorar o Dave Grohl (heheheh) e adoro </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108086837213689957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108086837213689957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108086837213689957' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108052901692298291</id><published>2004-03-28T23:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T00:00:25.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que desenho do Cartoon Network você adora?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108052901692298291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108052901692298291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108052901692298291' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108052687557074804</id><published>2004-03-28T23:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T23:24:44.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje eu e a Giulia fomos no Espa?o Unibanco assistir a Party Monster. Sim, s? estreou agora, apesar de ter sido feito h? dois anos. Achei bem legal, mas a atua??o do Macaulay Culkin t? vergonhosa. Muuuuuuito artificial. Mas o Seth Green t? muito bom. Absurdinho, mas cheio de frases que virariam cita??es minhas f?cil, f?cil. Agora n?o lembro de nenhuma, mas na hora, eu pensava, "putz, essa ? boa!"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108052687557074804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108052687557074804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108052687557074804' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108044445066445201</id><published>2004-03-28T00:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T00:30:57.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    Que música do los hermanos é você? Trazido a você por Blog do Idiota  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108044445066445201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108044445066445201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108044445066445201' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108044417761089737</id><published>2004-03-28T00:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T00:26:24.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que coisa meiga você é?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108044417761089737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108044417761089737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108044417761089737' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108042705630628569</id><published>2004-03-27T19:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T19:41:03.250-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Magister Mundi sum!"I am the Master of the Universe!"You are full of yourself, but you're so cool youprobably deserve to be.  Rock on. Which Weird Latin Phrase Are You?  brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108042705630628569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108042705630628569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108042705630628569' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108042593495787371</id><published>2004-03-27T19:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T19:22:21.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que cantor brega você ama?</summary><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108042569870841948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108042569870841948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108042569870841948' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108042515259770625</id><published>2004-03-27T19:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T19:09:19.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que verbo define você?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108042515259770625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108042515259770625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108042515259770625' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108042492941194804</id><published>2004-03-27T19:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T19:05:36.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que pagodeiro você exterminaria?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108042492941194804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108042492941194804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108042492941194804' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108042471437890885</id><published>2004-03-27T18:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T19:02:00.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que filme ridículo você ama?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108042471437890885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108042471437890885'/><link 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href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108042435399393191' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108042400128996587</id><published>2004-03-27T18:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T18:50:07.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- INICIO DO TESTE --&gt;Que lindo jogador de futebol você é?&lt;!-- FIM DO TESTE --&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108042400128996587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108042400128996587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108042400128996587' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108042359919970104</id><published>2004-03-27T18:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T18:43:25.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que gordo famoso você é?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108042359919970104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108042359919970104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108042359919970104' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108040812476974339</id><published>2004-03-27T14:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T14:25:31.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Desculpa, galera que lê o meu blog. (Será que estou pedindo desculpas pra mim mesma?)Não postei desde quarta porque quinta eu ajudei a minha mãe a fazer uma PUTA limpeza na casa, e fiquei quebrada. Meu, odeio fazer limpeza, lavar coisas. Passar aspirador é comigo, mas coisa que exigir molhar, esfregar... ai... péssimo. Anyway, quinta eu tava podre. Sexta eu não lembro o que eu fiz, mas fiquei </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108040812476974339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108040812476974339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108040812476974339' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108017230193153941</id><published>2004-03-24T20:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T20:55:05.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meu, hoje eu tô fazendo uns comentários toscos. Nem vou escrever muito aqui, pra não escrever muita besteira. Comentários gerais:* Cadê o Gui? Putz, antes falava com ele todo dia no messenger, aí ele sumiu!* Mesma coisa a Amanda do Test Track, ela ficava online todo dia... agora puft!* Frio da porra!Pois bem, duas grandes coisas que eu gostaria de falar. Primeira: fui ver hoje A Paixão de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108017230193153941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108017230193153941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108017230193153941' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108000505461129861</id><published>2004-03-22T22:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T22:27:35.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ô, quem essas minas pensam que são? Donas dele? Até parece!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108000505461129861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108000505461129861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108000505461129861' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108000247146502821</id><published>2004-03-22T21:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T21:44:31.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ontem eu, a Giulia, a Raquel e o Gabriel fomos ao Praia Açaí... siiiiiiiiiiim, ver show do Carlos Eduardo. Que saudade que eu tava desse cara. Sim, eu ainda sinto todas aquelas coisas por ele - e acho que isso não vai passar tão cedo, viu? Vocês ainda vão me ouvir falar muuuuuuuuito dele. Mais, né, porque eu já não falo pouco. Meu, e a tatuagem nova que ele fez? Ai ai ai ai ai ai ai aaaaaaaaai!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108000247146502821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108000247146502821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108000247146502821' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-108000200780767587</id><published>2004-03-22T21:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T21:36:48.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje fui entregar mais um currículo. É impressionante como parece que eu estou entregando todos eles numa espécie de buraco negro, porque, quando eles saem da minha mão... não se tem notícias nunca mais. Uma bosta. Estou pensando seriamente em seguir a carreira de artesã, e confeccionar brincos, pulseiras e colares de coco na praia. É triste, viu? Isso porque eu não sou uma pessoa tão </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108000200780767587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/108000200780767587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108000200780767587' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-107988537647937316</id><published>2004-03-21T13:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T13:12:55.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Adoooooro essa música. Ela é simples e óbvia, mas precisa mais do que isso? Já ouviu? No meio da música, que o Tico canta uma coisa meio rap, é a melhor parte. Especialmente a segunda parte dessa parte. Anyway, lê aí, e se puder, ouça:            Detonautas - "Outro Lugar"Ainda vou te levar pro outro lugar, além do sol, do marOnde eu possa te ter, te amar e o tempo vai ser maiorNão te quero</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/107988537647937316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/107988537647937316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107988537647937316' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-107981409805719750</id><published>2004-03-20T17:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T17:24:55.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meu, que falta do que fazer. Juro que nesses momentos queria ter bastante dinheiro, pra sair fazendo comprinhas divertidas. Ou então, poderia estar trabalhando. É exatamente isso que me deixa deprimida: não ter nada pra fazer. Tudo dá preguiça, não tenho vontade de ler, ver tv, nada...Nessas horas me dá uma PUTA saudade da Disney. Lé eu seeeeeeempre tinha o que fazer, e se por acaso eu não </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/107981409805719750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/107981409805719750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107981409805719750' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-107965795557971163</id><published>2004-03-18T21:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T22:02:30.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poooooatz, onde foram parar certas pessoas? Meu, eu odeio quando as pessoas somem e nunca te ligam pra dar uma luz se estão vivas ou não. Um saco, isso.Anyway, hoje foi um dia legal. O Fá e eu fomos lá no Corcoran's começar o TCC, e resolvemos várias coisas em muito pouco tempo. A gente também ficou zanzando no Iguatemi, até vimos a Babi, da MTV, SBT, whatever... sabe? Meu, ela é total magrela. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/107965795557971163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/107965795557971163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107965795557971163' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-107946546685823998</id><published>2004-03-16T16:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T16:34:19.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meu, aconteceu uma coisa muito boa hoje pra animar o meu dia, que tava péssimo. Eu tava online no messenger, e aí, do total nada, vocês nunca vão adivinhar quem apareceu... nem eu esperava... O Harry, meu manager do Test Track, querido!! Meu, fiquei tão feliz, mas tão feliz! Ele é muito querido, eu amo ele, e sinto muita falta dele... ficamos um tempinho conversando, e foi muito divertido. Ele é </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/107946546685823998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/107946546685823998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107946546685823998' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-107930761938849618</id><published>2004-03-14T20:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T20:43:29.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gente, que tédiooooooo... Parece que tá faltando gente na minha vida, parece que não acontece nada... quero conversar, mas não tem ninguém pra ter uma conversa decente. Não decente, mas pra falar as coisas que eu quero falar. Muitos amigos andam sumindo. Preciso cuidar disso, viu...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/107930761938849618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/107930761938849618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107930761938849618' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-107895290640913356</id><published>2004-03-10T18:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T18:11:31.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nem gosto de títulos.</title><summary type='text'>Então, maior triste que o Tonho Gebara, guitarrista do Natiruts, morreu. Quem entra nesse blog sabe que eles são a minha banda favorita. Foda, muitas positivas vibrações pra ele. Ultimamente eu ando conversando direto com uma galerinha do fã-clube deles... os caras parece que conseguem gostar mais deles do que eu. É muito legal falar com gente do fã-clube, eles têm contato com os caras de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/107895290640913356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/107895290640913356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107895290640913356' title='Nem gosto de títulos.'/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-107628127685030961</id><published>2004-02-08T19:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T20:03:40.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Será que eu sou exigente demais, todas as outras pessoas exigentes de menos, ou todos os homens, uns medíocres? Não consigo achar um cara que me faça pensar, "nossa, esse aí seria um bom namorado". Acho o papinho deles tudo igual, o que eles pensam e sentem... não é à toa que todos os meus grandes amigos são meninos maravilhosos. Porque eles são os melhores exemplares que eu consegui achar. Com o</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/107628127685030961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/107628127685030961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107628127685030961' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-107534151866091013</id><published>2004-01-28T22:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T23:00:47.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sim, sei que tinha abandonado meu blog. E essa era a idéia mesmo, nunca mais ia postar. Mas olha o que faz a falta total do que fazer...Por que passei tanto tempo assim sem escrever? Porque eu estava realizando meu sonho, dá licença? Estava trabalhando na Disney e voltei só domingo. Adoooooro.... foi maravilhoso. Tá, agora parece que eu voltei a postar, né?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/107534151866091013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/107534151866091013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107534151866091013' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-106721852862999968</id><published>2003-10-26T22:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T22:35:33.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fim de semana com mini-maratonas de reencontros e pequenas festividades. Tudo começou na sexta, quando, depois de sair do trabalho (às 20h30), eu e a Giulia fomos no Fran's de São Bernardo. Não conhecia lá, é bonitinho. Os de Santo André são mais bonitinhos, though. Anyway, eu e ela ficamos lá umas 2 horas. Eu comi um toast de mussarela, tomate e mangericão, e ela comeu acho que strogonoff no pão</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106721852862999968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106721852862999968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106721852862999968' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-106685882128661901</id><published>2003-10-22T18:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T18:40:20.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Então, hoje fui pagar a minha passagem. Finalmente tô começando a achar DE VERDADE que eu VOU pra Disney SIM!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106685882128661901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106685882128661901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106685882128661901' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-106608062985241591</id><published>2003-10-13T18:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T18:30:29.726-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106608062985241591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106608062985241591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106608062985241591' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-106607345953049806</id><published>2003-10-13T16:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T16:30:59.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ô, que merda gostar de alguém que, não só anda com bilhões de mulheres, mas também é amado por todos elas. Tipo, todo dia uma delas vira e fala que adora ele, que ele é o mais fofo, querido, engraçado, gente fina... Todas são umas vacas malditas. Claro que querem ficar com ele. Eu já vi isso escrito na cara de cada uma delas. Meu consolo é que parece que ele não ama todas essas fãs como elas o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106607345953049806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106607345953049806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106607345953049806' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-106548881785966999</id><published>2003-10-06T21:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T22:06:57.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ontem fui pra Vinhedo visitar a Paola, que eu não via desde agosto de 2000, na festa de aniversário dela. (Lembra do Millenari, em São Bernardo? Pois é...) A gente não tinha parado de conversar, lógico, mas depois desse dia nunca mais calhou da gente se ver. Aí, essa semana eu mandei mensagem no celular dela perguntando se ela ia fazer alguma coisa no domingo. Ela disse que não ia, falou pra eu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106548881785966999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106548881785966999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106548881785966999' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-106522735601767035</id><published>2003-10-03T21:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T21:29:15.790-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Charlie Brown Jr - "Vícios e Virtudes"Nem tudo lhe cai bemÉ um risco que se assumeO bom é não iludir ninguémÀs vezes faço o que queroÀs vezes faço o que tenho que fazerÀs vezes faço o que queroÀs vezes faço o que tenho que fazerEu nunca tive muito a ver com elaO livro que ela ama eu não liEu nunca tive muito a ver com elaO filme que ela adora eu não viComo chegar nela eu nem sei</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106522735601767035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106522735601767035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106522735601767035' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-106479775329526520</id><published>2003-09-28T21:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T22:09:13.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Acabei de voltar da casa da Giulia. Meu, muito divertida a casa dela. Tem criança lá - sabe a quanto tempo que eu não convivia com criança? Estávamos eu, ela, a mãe dela, o Luis (namorado dela), o irmãozinho dele, e o irmãozinho dela. Aí resolvemos jogar carta. Hahahaha foi maior legal, todas as crianças berrando. É que isso tudo é tão diferente da minha casa, toda essa movimentação, barulho, que</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106479775329526520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106479775329526520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106479775329526520' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-106453846428330562</id><published>2003-09-25T22:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T22:07:44.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meu, semana de prova, stress total. Sem condições de postar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106453846428330562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106453846428330562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106453846428330562' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-106367685141102683</id><published>2003-09-15T22:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T22:55:25.316-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Então, no sábado teve o Amnesia Beats. Foi beeeeem legal. Fui com a Raquel, o Gabriel e o Pedro. O Renato também foi, mas ele nem ficou com a gente. Encontrei vários povinhos conhecidos, incluindo a Fernanda e o namorado, e aquele Fabricio bonitinho que eu e a Raquel conhecemos na última festa que teve no Amnesia. Ele continua beeeeeem bonitinho, apesar de ter cortado o cabelo. Quando era umas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106367685141102683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106367685141102683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106367685141102683' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-106324464161005440</id><published>2003-09-10T22:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T22:44:01.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que sono absurdo é esse, de hoje? Demais... Hoje eu tinha prova de francês, às 18h. Cheguei da faculdade, almocei, ajudei a minha mãe a arrumar a cozinha, e fui dar uma deitadinha no meu quarto. Isso eram 14h. Pensei, "vou dar uma cochiladinha, daqui a pouco eu acordo". Não sei como isso foi acontecer, mas acordei às 17h20, sendo que eu saio de casa sempre às 17h40. Ou seja, estudei uns </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106324464161005440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106324464161005440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106324464161005440' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-106315428715411592</id><published>2003-09-09T21:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T21:39:50.526-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meu, que dó dos velhinhos da novela das oito. Aquela neta maldita só maltrata eles, que são os maiores amores do mundo. Eu sei que é ficção, mas eu detesto ver isso. Dá até vontade de chorar. Meu, se fosse eu que tivesse esses avós (porque eu não tenho mais nenhum), eu ia amaaaaaaar total que eles morassem na minha casa, e ia tratar mó bem. Fora quem maltrata os avós.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106315428715411592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106315428715411592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106315428715411592' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-106272445409347771</id><published>2003-09-04T22:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T22:14:14.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Show do Coldplay. Tudo. Maravilhoso. Lindo. Perfeito. O MELHOR SHOW DA MINHA VIDAAAAAAAA!!!Ah, e agora eu amo mais ainda o Chris Martin.O que foi aquele show, hein? Que energia... quem não foi perdeu.Eu conto a história com mais detalhes depois. Agora tenho que ir fazer trabalho...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106272445409347771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106272445409347771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106272445409347771' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-106255567766949534</id><published>2003-09-02T23:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T23:21:17.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finalmente os meus maus tratos ao tempo tiveram conseqüência. Estou totalmente sem tempo para fazer tudo o que preciso. Tudo tem que ser feito amanhã sem falta, e tudo EU tenho que fazer. Não vejo a hora de ter férias, de novo.A única, ÚNICA coisa que está me consolando é que amanhã eu vou no show do Coldplay. Há rumores de que é o Nando Reis que vai abrir o show. Isso vai ser tipo incrível se </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106255567766949534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106255567766949534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106255567766949534' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-106236024326476842</id><published>2003-08-31T17:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T17:04:03.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pessoas famosas que eu vou encher de porrada se encontrar na rua.1) Paula Toller2) Djavan3) Rafa (VJ da MTV)4) Champignon (do Charlie Brown Jr.)5) Martina Hingis6) A Salete, da novela das 8.7) O Baby, da antiga Telesp Celular8) Rogério (do Jota Quest)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106236024326476842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106236024326476842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106236024326476842' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-106167771289873139</id><published>2003-08-23T19:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T19:28:32.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Então, acho que vou no Monte Cristo hoje. Acho que a Raquel e o Lucas também vão. As meninas lá da faculdade vão também, a Débora e a Marina. Faz uma caaaaaara que eu não saio com elas. A última vez foi no aniversário da Marina - aquela vez que tentamos ir no Image, e acabamos indo parar no Maria Joana. Acho que não foi lá uma troca muito ruim... Mas anyway, vou ter que ir falando o caminho, as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106167771289873139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106167771289873139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106167771289873139' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-106125317265374876</id><published>2003-08-18T21:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T21:32:52.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meu, simplesmente não tenho nada pra escrever aqui. Não acontece nada na minha vida, todos os dias são iguais, meus amigos não são originais, minha rotina... bem, é rotina. Quando eu tiver algum assunto eu volto aqui.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106125317265374876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106125317265374876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106125317265374876' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-106099848106544420</id><published>2003-08-15T22:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T22:47:56.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nada pra escrever. Vim aqui dar uma satisfação, apenas. Tô ouvindo "Stop! In The Name of Love", e falando com a Paola. É, essa mesmo, a do Liceu. Que saudade dela!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106099848106544420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106099848106544420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106099848106544420' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-106074036934742687</id><published>2003-08-12T23:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T23:06:09.323-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Threat rating: Medium. Your total lack of decentfamily values makes you dangerous, but we cancount on some right wing nutter blowing you upif you become too high profile. What threat to the Bush administration are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106074036934742687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106074036934742687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106074036934742687' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-106073992428399801</id><published>2003-08-12T22:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T22:58:44.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gay Bear Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106073992428399801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106073992428399801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106073992428399801' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-106073914380144035</id><published>2003-08-12T22:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T22:45:43.783-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congratulations!! You're a shot of some good oldhard liquor! What Drink Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106073914380144035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106073914380144035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106073914380144035' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-106073473782163092</id><published>2003-08-12T21:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T21:32:17.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BORDER='0'&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106073473782163092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106073473782163092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106073473782163092' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-106072547873487548</id><published>2003-08-12T18:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T18:57:58.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, eu sei que isso vai soar extremamente brega, mas... whatever: tem como não amar o Fábio Jr? Gente, que homem legal!! Ele tem mó voz bonita, canta umas músicas muuuuuuuito legais, e se veste de Armani desde que o mundo é mundo. Ele é sincero, inteligente, e, como diria o Bruno (prepare-se que essa é A MAIS brega), bem serelepe!Acabei de ouvir "Caça e Caçador", e "Demorei Muito Pra Te </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106072547873487548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106072547873487548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106072547873487548' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-106065053511567032</id><published>2003-08-11T22:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T22:08:55.100-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje no francês a Bruna, do nada, me falou pra pegar uma música na internet: John Mayer, "Your Body Is a Wonderland". E eu peguei. E aí que a música é uma gracinha, meiga demais. Ela é totalmente sobre sexo, e como ele quer a garota. Mas é muito, muito fofa. Ótima pra conquistar alguém, pra deixar claro que você tá mesmo afim. Aí, creio que tudo dá certo se a pessoa tiver a mesma sensibilidade de</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106065053511567032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106065053511567032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106065053511567032' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-10603864324590866</id><published>2003-08-08T20:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T20:47:12.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O Felipe, de Goiás, me ligou agora pouco. Meu, fazia tipo mais de um ano que eu não falava com ele! Maior saudades!! Ele acabou de se mudar pra SP, pra estudar. Vou reunir ele, a Mari, a Anilu, a Ca e a Aline. For sure. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/10603864324590866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/10603864324590866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#10603864324590866' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-106038626493774645</id><published>2003-08-08T20:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T20:44:24.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Agora a pouco fui abrir o saquinho de amendoim e ele tava cheinho de ar. Tipo uma bóia de criança enfiar no braço. Achei muito estranho. Como todo aquele ar foi parar lá? Porque, pense bem, os sacos de amendoim são, geralmente, murchinhos. Tipo uma bexiga que você enche e depois solta todo o ar. Mas anyway, o amendoim está bem gostoso. Mas eu vou olhar os saquinhos de amendoim da próxima vez que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106038626493774645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106038626493774645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106038626493774645' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-106029780449085886</id><published>2003-08-07T20:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T20:10:04.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje eu e a Giulia tivemos um ataque de bobeira no trabalho. Começou quando a gente tava nos computadores, uma ao lado da outra, e nós duas entramos no ICQ2Go. Claro, uma apareceu online na lista da outra, aí a gente ficou uns 5 minutos só conversando por mensagens. Duas doentes.Aí, do total nada, surgiu aquela música "o jipe do padre fez um furo no pneu..." e outras músicas toscas do mesmo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106029780449085886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106029780449085886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106029780449085886' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-106012904971789149</id><published>2003-08-05T21:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T21:17:29.706-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eeeeeee!! O meu blog voltou a postar mensagens!! Fazia muuuuuuito tempo que não tava dando certo, sei lá a razão.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106012904971789149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/106012904971789149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106012904971789149' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-105970495518254568</id><published>2003-07-31T23:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T23:29:15.083-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/105970495518254568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/105970495518254568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105970495518254568' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-105970465732280176</id><published>2003-07-31T23:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T23:24:17.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Le"O Leandro é um menino muito bonitinho. Ele é de Resende, mas vive sempre em Brasilia. Conheci o Le em julho de 2000. Ele tinha 15 anos, eu tinha 17. Parecia muito mais velho!O Le foi viajar. Eu não esqueci dele - a Milena também não!O Le gosta de comer marshmallow, apesar de não se dar muito bem com eles. Ele zoa de japinhas indefesas comigo. Ou melhor, eu causo e ele ri de boca aberta.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/105970465732280176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/105970465732280176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105970465732280176' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-105970425641092646</id><published>2003-07-31T23:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T23:17:36.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hahahaha olha o que eu recebi por email... e o pior é que eu já fiz mil coisas dessa listinha! Essa é em homenagem a todos os habitantes de Santo André!MANEIRAS DE SABER SE VOCÊ MORA EM SANTO ANDRÉ!!!Se você se encaixa dentro de pelo menos 10 destas maneiras, vc é ummorador de S.A. ...01 - Ir almoçar no Rosas.02 - Vive esquecendo que Diadema também é no ABC.03 - Ter ido pelo menos 550 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/105970425641092646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/105970425641092646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105970425641092646' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-105970062270185563</id><published>2003-07-31T22:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T22:17:02.666-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje eu descobri que vou dar aula de sábado até as 18h. Isso quebrou totalmente o meu finde... mas, fazer o que? Money makes the world go round! Não, nem é por causa disso... eu gosto de dar aula. Ei, ei, ei! Fabio Jr. no Gordo a Go Go! Eu adoro o Fabio Jr.! Vou ver, já volto.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/105970062270185563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/105970062270185563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105970062270185563' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-105961490754253418</id><published>2003-07-30T22:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T22:28:27.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Comprei um celular novo, hoje. Um Nokia 8280, muito lindinho. Ele faz um monte de coisa. Só não consegui baixar musiquinha até agora, mas, anyway, um dia eu descubro como faz isso. Só não transferi a linha do velho pra esse, ainda. É que a Vivo tá com uma promoção de que, na compra do aparelho novo, você ganha R$500 em crédito pra falar com outros celulares da Vivo, então eu primeiro vou gastar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/105961490754253418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/105961490754253418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105961490754253418' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-105943831889154353</id><published>2003-07-28T21:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T21:25:18.813-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deprimida. Depois escrevo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/105943831889154353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/105943831889154353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105943831889154353' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-105891900424817868</id><published>2003-07-22T21:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T21:11:46.806-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Então, amanhã vou pra Monte Verde. Faz muito tempo que estive lá, nem lembro direito como é. Lembro de, tipo assim, uma rua que desce. Porque na hora que sobe, já tá na hora de voltar.Estou me sentindo muito estranha aqui. Desde que voltei de viagem, não achei nenhum dos meus amigos. A Tati me ligou hoje para ir no aniversário dela, mas nem vou, porque ia ter que voltar muito depressa, pra ir </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/105891900424817868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/105891900424817868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105891900424817868' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-105882161555042178</id><published>2003-07-21T18:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T18:06:55.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Acabei de voltar de Serra Negra. Não vou escrever sobre a viagem agora, estou acabada. Ah, a Izabella do Natiruts respondeu o email que eu mandei pra ela. Maior simpática.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/105882161555042178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/105882161555042178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105882161555042178' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-105811666331658166</id><published>2003-07-13T14:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T14:17:43.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As conseqüencias da minha vida recentemente desregrada finalmente me afetaram. Desde quarta estou com algo na garganta, por dentro. É uma coisa bem grande, do tamanho aproximado de um elefante, e com as presas. Até ontem estava com uma dor terrível, muito forte mesmo, que não me deixava engolir nada. Hoje que eu melhorei. Ainda dói pra engolir, mas pelo menos é uma dor completamente suportável e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/105811666331658166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/105811666331658166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105811666331658166' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-105778662342011537</id><published>2003-07-09T18:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T18:37:34.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Refrão de "Like a Stone", do Audioslave, especialmente pro Carlos Eduardo, que é a pessoa que eu amo, apesar de lutar contra isso tanto quanto posso:"In your house I long to beRoom by room patientlyI'll wait for you thereLike a stone I'll wait for you there Alone"(Ok, ok... Audioslave pode não ser a banda mais romântica do mundo, mas a voz do Chris Cornell é tudo, vai...)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/105778662342011537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/105778662342011537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105778662342011537' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-105768188900718272</id><published>2003-07-08T13:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T13:31:29.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forgotten Boys - "Cummon"Lady, just becauseIt's so easy babyI'm gonna give you onceOnce, and one time onlyDo you think you're readyDon't call me rock steadyCall me cold heart breakerBreakin' just for funDo you really wanna bang it all tonightOh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah yeah yeahDo you really wanna lose your mind for goodYou say you're pretty young, butIt's too late, so let's go on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/105768188900718272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/105768188900718272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105768188900718272' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-105744668117563619</id><published>2003-07-05T20:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T20:11:21.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não tenho nada pra escrever aqui, ainda hoje. Não consegui ver ainda o que rolou no SPFW. Daqui a pouco eu volto.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/105744668117563619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/105744668117563619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105744668117563619' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-105737036998632938</id><published>2003-07-04T22:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T22:59:29.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que triste. O Barry White morreu. Há um complô acabando com as minhas vozes favoritas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/105737036998632938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/105737036998632938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105737036998632938' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964737.post-105728775324426763</id><published>2003-07-04T00:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T00:02:33.146-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ontem teve o Alê. Que máximo!! Foi uma coisa meio festa junina, assim, um luxo! AS bermudas justinhas são tudo. Ah, meu, sem palavras, o Alê é tipo incrível.Hoje teve Gloria, que foi legal também. Ontem a Zoomp, meu, atrasou mas valeu a pena!! Kiki foi aquilo!!! Bem "arriba, México!". Festiva, étnica, linda!!! Adorei!! Hit certo. Amanhã, mais SPFW.Ah!! Lágrimas nos olhos!! Hoje, depois de 1 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/105728775324426763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3964737/posts/default/105728775324426763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejulianashow.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105728775324426763' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05158645465375976911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
