<?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-3763420938739809865</id><updated>2012-01-23T13:20:19.876-08:00</updated><category term='na cidade maravilhosa.'/><category term='in texas'/><category term='em campinas.'/><category term='em SJK.'/><category term='in california'/><category term='em foz'/><category term='at sydney.'/><category term='em vila velha.'/><category term='em são paulo.'/><title type='text'>diário de bordo.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-1689454493143730095</id><published>2012-01-23T13:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T13:20:19.882-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>quando não precisa de título.</title><content type='html'>caramba, minha irmã tá grávida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-1689454493143730095?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/1689454493143730095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/1689454493143730095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2012/01/quando-nao-precisa-de-titulo.html' title='quando não precisa de título.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-4080413975645119763</id><published>2012-01-18T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T19:03:39.410-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>#missao15anos</title><content type='html'>ó céus, fazem 15 anos que estamos nessa jornada incrível!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;há tanto pra ser dito, mas o sentimento é de gratidão por TUDO que se passou:&amp;nbsp;por cada momento, conquista, luta, riso, choro, amigo, aprendizado, sonho, barulho, silêncio, luta, calmaria, crítica, elogio, acampamento, culto, música, dança, palavra e por ai vai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por mais turbulento ou inspirador que fosse o período, não posso negar o quanto cresci e conheci mais de Deus em cada um deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grata pela oportunidade sem igual de poder crescer na missão e&amp;nbsp;com a missão.&lt;br /&gt;de ter a missão como família, junto com a minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obrigada doce Jesus pela Sua presença nesse tempo!&lt;br /&gt;se não fosse o Senhor com a gente, simplesmente não teria valido a pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e quando eu olho pra uma menina de 15 anos fazendo festa de debutante e vejo a missão completando os mesmos 15 anos, entendo que por mais que a gente já viveu, ainda tem tanto pra acontecer!&lt;br /&gt;que sigamos vivendo como igreja respirando e mostrando ao mundo a mensagem do evangelho!&lt;br /&gt;e eu me encho de esperança imaginando o que pode acontecer nos próximos anos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hold on to your fork. the best is yet to come."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-4080413975645119763?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/4080413975645119763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/4080413975645119763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2012/01/missao15anos.html' title='#missao15anos'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-6791569004316804343</id><published>2012-01-13T08:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T08:26:25.866-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em campinas.'/><title type='text'>no dia do teste.</title><content type='html'>Tai uma coisa chata: prova do TOEFL. Tai uma coisa legal: conhecer pessoas gente boa, mesmo que seja na prova do TOEFL. Tai um livro brilhante: "A soma e o resto", do FHC.Agora é bater perna até ser hora de ir pra casa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-6791569004316804343?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/6791569004316804343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/6791569004316804343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-dia-do-teste.html' title='no dia do teste.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-5885898766921570546</id><published>2012-01-09T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T07:53:45.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>riso frouxo :)</title><content type='html'>e quando a gente espera um email e chega um outro um tanto quanto mais interessante e desafiador?!&lt;br /&gt;hehe life is a pretty cool journey&amp;nbsp;e em cada canto eu vejo um lado bom ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e um beijo especial pras minhas novas crianças do jabaeté.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-5885898766921570546?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/5885898766921570546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/5885898766921570546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2012/01/riso-frouxo.html' title='riso frouxo :)'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-938226138145293233</id><published>2012-01-05T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T10:49:12.005-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>hora do recreio.</title><content type='html'>apesar de "blog" soar engraçado, minha irmã tem um blog novo, já disse isso antes?&lt;br /&gt;e ela compartilhou coisas ditas por aqui, mais especificamente, minha história com tia denise brum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tanavida.com/os-meus-olhos-estao-em-ti/"&gt;http://tanavida.com/os-meus-olhos-estao-em-ti/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp;nessa feriazinha mais chuvosa e cinza, eu me encho&amp;nbsp;estudos pro TOEFL (que coisinha mais chata), applications, cafés e muita leitura pra alegrar o cérebro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e me encho de decisões - daquelas que falvia vaz se orgulharia por ver meu progresso terapêutico ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um abraço pra você que não é eu e lê isso aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obs.: se alguém desse lado ai apareceu aqui porque viu no blog (quase teflon essa palavra! ahaha) da minha irmã, não espere um compêndio de teologia, de dicas do que é moderno ou de qualquer outra espécie.&lt;br /&gt;tente entender e divirta-se!&lt;br /&gt;se não estiver divertido pra você, vai naquele xiz-zinho lá no cantinho que o problema resolve ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-938226138145293233?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/938226138145293233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/938226138145293233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2012/01/hora-do-recreio.html' title='hora do recreio.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-8237325072558021757</id><published>2011-12-22T19:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T09:31:11.312-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='na cidade maravilhosa.'/><title type='text'>o post que estava sem título.</title><content type='html'>Ê, Rio que continua lindo...Prédios antigos, aventuras novas, amigos, cafés, livros, Quebra Nozes e muito Guaraviton. A catapora continua no meu irmão, mas os planos futuros do garoto também não vão embora. Então continuamos na típica corrida contra o tempo, mesmo de "férias" ;)(voltamos já)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-8237325072558021757?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/8237325072558021757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/8237325072558021757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-rio-que-continua-lindo.html' title='o post que estava sem título.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-4740554976184486695</id><published>2011-12-18T17:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T17:57:45.033-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='na cidade maravilhosa.'/><title type='text'>os meus olhos estão em Ti.</title><content type='html'>Tia Denise Brum faleceu quinta, dormindo, com a cara mais de paz que alguém poderia morrer.Eu e minha irmã adiantamos a viagem de Natal cá pro Rio pra estarmos com a Pri nesse momento.Sexta foi o velório e enterro - o primeiro que eu participei.A cara da tia Denise não me sai da cabeça desde então. Cara de paz. De estar no Lugar onde não há choro nem sofrimento. O som da família e amigos cantando que continuavam olhando pra Jesus - nossa força, canção e esperança - mesmo não entendendo os "porquês" e "comos" também não pára de ecoar na minha massa cinzenta...E no meio das várias aventuras e diversões nessa cidade que eu amo, vira e mexe eu me pego lembrando do sorriso da tia Denise. E eu me encho de esperança.Quando eu vejo tweets de gente frustrada criticando o planeta, eu lembro daquele rosto sereno, e lembro que eu posso escolher lutar pelo que vale a pena. E o sorriso vai ficar na minha mente, pra sempre. Espero que quando for a minha hora, quando minha carreira for completa, eu encontre com Jesus com aquele mesmo sorriso.De "estou em casa". "Se acreditamos de fato no que dizemos acreditar - se cremos que a nossa casa de fato não é aqui, mas em outro lugare que esta vida é uma 'caminhada rumo ao lar', qual o problema em ter a expectativa para a chegada?"(C.S. Lewis)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-4740554976184486695?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/4740554976184486695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/4740554976184486695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2011/12/os-meus-olhos-estao-em-ti.html' title='os meus olhos estão em Ti.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-8527246983906144709</id><published>2011-12-09T06:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T13:39:00.646-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em foz'/><title type='text'>¡Hola!</title><content type='html'>Diarito, to em Foz do Iguaçu. E tudo o que eu vejo é mato, bicho estranho e pessoas engraçadas (isso foi um elogio).Tem também gente que me inspira e me desafia com poucas palavras.&amp;nbsp;Buddy, the elf, se sentiria muito a vontade por aqui.&amp;nbsp;Hasta la vista, bebê.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-8527246983906144709?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/8527246983906144709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/8527246983906144709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2011/12/hola.html' title='¡Hola!'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-401636495078730238</id><published>2011-11-29T16:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T17:12:55.852-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>doce novembro.</title><content type='html'>minhã irmã tem um novo blog, que será lançado em breve.&lt;br /&gt;dai eu lembrei do meu dearest diário que me ouve (ou lê) nas melhores e piores horas, nos momentos aventureiros e pacatos da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(falando de presente)&lt;br /&gt;dai diário, just so you know, eu to naquelas últimas semanas de período que me fazem somatizar qualquer sentimento necessário.&lt;br /&gt;agora, por exemplo era pra eu estar estudando pra prova de amanhã... mas nããão!! por que eu faria isso de forma tão objetiva e concentrada? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(falando de futuro)&lt;br /&gt;mas tirando meu stress-universitário, a expectativa pro futuro anda a milhões!&lt;br /&gt;pouco a pouco eu vou te contando, segura essa ansiedade ai, hein?!&lt;br /&gt;na verdade, pouco a pouco eu vou descobrindo o que vai acontecer... ainda bem que eu adoro surpresas e aventuras :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(falando de passado)&lt;br /&gt;e no meio disso tudo, o cachorro não ficou pra trás, e teve uma semana de conferência da MAIS inspiring, com peter wagner, don richardson, edméia williams e mais um monte de coisas engraçadas, as a conference would be.&lt;br /&gt;ainda ouvi e vi - nesse tempo que não apareço por aqui - um tanto de gente tentando me casar... devem ser as emoções de fim de ano a flor da pele desse povo só pode...&lt;br /&gt;nem mrs. bennet em toda sua glória tentaria casar alguém tanto quanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finalmente irmãos, é isso.&lt;br /&gt;eu vou caçar meu rumo porque eu preciso passar desse período caótico pra vida continuar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijinhos e abraços e carinhos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-401636495078730238?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/401636495078730238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/401636495078730238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2011/11/doce-novembro.html' title='doce novembro.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-1559259882280069894</id><published>2011-10-30T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T20:01:32.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>duas xícaras de café depois...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;era uma vez um pensamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ele ia virar texto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas o pensamento saiu pra passear e vai ficar nas minhas sinapses buscando um desfecho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é a hora que as resistências encontram as gestalts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freud e Pearls se orgulhariam de mim :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-1559259882280069894?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/1559259882280069894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/1559259882280069894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2011/10/duas-xicaras-de-cafe-depois.html' title='duas xícaras de café depois...'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-3677894972346893307</id><published>2011-10-25T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T06:17:45.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>fine by me :)</title><content type='html'>é aquela época do ano que embola trabalhos, provas, estágios e afins.&lt;div&gt;minhas pernas doem do ballet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu preciso marcar GA e eu não sei pra que aparecem idéias novas na minha cabeça numa hora dessa que não se tem hora sobrando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas eis o segredo - ou não tão segredo assim:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"lean on, trust in, and be confident in the Lord with all your heart and mind and do not rely on your own insight or understanding. in all your ways know, recognize and acknowledge Him, and He will direct and make straight  and plain your paths." (provs 3.5-6)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e cá pra nós, tem músicas que deveriam durar mais de 3 minutos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-3677894972346893307?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3677894972346893307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3677894972346893307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2011/10/fine-by-me.html' title='fine by me :)'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-2062002951606690117</id><published>2011-10-20T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T08:28:23.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in texas'/><title type='text'>after a good soy latte.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Pra tudo na vida se tem um jeito - tudo uma questão de sinapse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então voilá - eis que eu consigo escrever no meu querido diário pelo celular - no rock science needed, just a brain ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu não vou mudar nada que das outras entradas da california porque passado não se muda, se resignifica. Assim que a vida acontece, ay? E graças a Deus por isso. Vida seria uma real mess se o passado pudesse ser mudado por qualquer um a qualquer hora e por qualquer motivo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all that being said, vamos ao que interessa, já que isso meant to be um "diário de bordo" (haha blessed be the day que esse diário começou!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;California é tipo o Rio, continua linda! Continua quente, movimentada, chique. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi um tempo de pensar sobre continuidades e descontinuidades eu acho... Ó céus, eu tenho gestalts a fechar!! Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas como toda boa viagem, teve novos e velhos amigos, foto de câmera boa e de kodak descartável, choro e risada, lugar novo e familiar, e muito café. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E agora eu estou no Texas, howdie! (whatever it means hehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não, eu não vou a rodeios, pretendo não comer costela e não vou comprar um chapéu de cowboy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas tem gente que aparece que merece atenção especial - apesar de me render viagens novas ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cherishing gold friendships - everybody should try this every once in a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu acho que essa journey na america - the 4th - deve até ganhar um scrapbook :) how American am I becoming? Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um beijo pra minha irmã que ri quando me lê.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um beijo pro Pluto que fez uma dança especial pra mim na parada da Disney. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-2062002951606690117?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/2062002951606690117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/2062002951606690117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2011/10/after-good-soy-latte.html' title='after a good soy latte.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-6873993212591152974</id><published>2011-10-18T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T08:33:04.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in california'/><title type='text'>Post to be edited later, coz it's a small world after all. Bye Cali, you've been good to us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-6873993212591152974?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/6873993212591152974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/6873993212591152974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2011/10/post-to-be-edites-later-coz-its-small.html' title='Post to be edited later, coz it&apos;s a small world after all. Bye Cali, you&apos;ve been good to us.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-5491887837750780895</id><published>2011-10-16T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T08:34:49.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in california'/><title type='text'>Well, I'm good to move to Laguna, or to be hired by A21, or both. Either way, I still don't get why this blog doesn't work properly on my phone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-5491887837750780895?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/5491887837750780895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/5491887837750780895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2011/10/well-im-good-to-move-to-laguna-or-to-be.html' title='Well, I&apos;m good to move to Laguna, or to be hired by A21, or both. Either way, I still don&apos;t get why this blog doesn&apos;t work properly on my phone.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-4863067299192815130</id><published>2011-08-19T20:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T20:33:28.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>ah, eu tenho 22 anos desde uns dias atrás.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-4863067299192815130?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/4863067299192815130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/4863067299192815130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2011/08/ah-eu-tenho-22-anos-desde-uns-dias.html' title='ah, eu tenho 22 anos desde uns dias atrás.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-6027241185721429181</id><published>2011-08-15T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T12:47:12.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>cinco, seis, sete e oito.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;olhando pra junto dos pés pra ver se eu consigo reparar no tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quase mais difícil que fazer um adágio bonito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e enquanto tais artes não são dominadas, a gente segue com o queixo erguido, postura bonita, piruetas no eixo (ou quase), não se deixando abater por desequilíbrios ou unhas encravadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o mundo devia ser coberto de linóleo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;algumas coisas fariam bem mais sentido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-6027241185721429181?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/6027241185721429181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/6027241185721429181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2011/08/cinco-seis-sete-e-oito.html' title='cinco, seis, sete e oito.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-3593694450178606050</id><published>2011-08-01T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T16:03:46.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>quando as férias acabaram.</title><content type='html'>"minha filha, que horas é sua aula a noite?"&lt;div&gt;"9 horas, mãe."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"nossa, mas esse horário é tão perigoso."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe, some things never change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-3593694450178606050?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3593694450178606050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3593694450178606050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2011/08/quando-as-ferias-acabaram.html' title='quando as férias acabaram.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-772152844707167907</id><published>2011-07-25T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T04:44:56.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='na cidade maravilhosa.'/><title type='text'>e vai-se o final de semana mais cariocamente atípico.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-772152844707167907?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/772152844707167907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/772152844707167907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-vai-se-o-final-de-semana-mais.html' title='e vai-se o final de semana mais cariocamente atípico.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-7427400471257946138</id><published>2011-07-12T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T13:32:18.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>fazendo uma visita.</title><content type='html'>um cheers pra minha irmã que me lembrou que tinha um mês que eu não passava por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;bons diários requerem freqüência, certo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas na minha ausência teve LIVE11;&lt;br /&gt;teve eu passando direto sem precisar de nenhum atestado pra justificar minhas tantas faltas na UVV (acho que essa história de pouca assiduidade tem se repetido... preciso de um analista);&lt;br /&gt;teve santa tereza com minha cunhada e meninas que falam "fia";&lt;br /&gt;teve histórias esclarecidas;&lt;br /&gt;não teve água na cidade;&lt;br /&gt;teve gente famosa, de russel shedd a fernando gabeiras;&lt;br /&gt;teve novo spot favorito na rua da ponte;&lt;br /&gt;teve amigos novos chegando;&lt;br /&gt;teve melhores amigos indo embora;&lt;br /&gt;teve risadas, choros, abraços, lembranças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e tem eu falando "teve" ao invés de "tiveram" porque o diário é meu, e a licença poética ta ai pra gente como eu que não se importa em ser cult, apesar de eu ler satre ao invés de rookmaaker ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e vamos reparando no tempo, dançando os passos feitos de esperança.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-7427400471257946138?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/7427400471257946138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/7427400471257946138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2011/07/fazendo-uma-visita.html' title='fazendo uma visita.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-3775630319633513141</id><published>2011-06-11T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T06:57:16.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>eu não sou daqui também, marinheiro.</title><content type='html'>e já estamos nós em outra temporada de provas, trabalhos, apresentações de estágio e tudo mais que só a UVV proporciona.&lt;br /&gt;e nesse interim a gente segue rachando a bolha, sonhando além da medida e navegando nessa vida atrás de aventuras.&lt;br /&gt;jack sparrow adoraria me ter a bordo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e sorrindo. seguimos sorrindo.&lt;br /&gt;sorrir, meu bem, faz bem :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. ainda não entendi pq escrevo "nós" ao invés de "eu". deve ser um dos vários transtornos que meus laudos adoram dizer que eu tenho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outro ps. fui na minha cidade maravilhosa e nem passei por aqui... pois bem, lá continua lindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por hoje é só pessoal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-3775630319633513141?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3775630319633513141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3775630319633513141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2011/06/eu-nao-sou-daqui-tambem-marinheiro.html' title='eu não sou daqui também, marinheiro.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-2469494075372265731</id><published>2011-05-16T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T09:15:48.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>to make a REALLY long story short.</title><content type='html'>provas e trabalhos na UVV, acampamento do GROW e ida ao Haiti.&lt;br /&gt;tudo regado de novos desafios e retomada de sonhos antigos.&lt;br /&gt;e a certeza de que é Deus quem faz e surpreende segue forte.&lt;br /&gt;e pronto :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-2469494075372265731?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/2469494075372265731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/2469494075372265731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-make-really-long-story-short.html' title='to make a REALLY long story short.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-1629851504588698478</id><published>2011-04-25T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T05:44:13.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>ao som do que soa na casa amarela.</title><content type='html'>é, o tempo passa e voa, e a vida não para, e a gente segue descobrindo, criando, recriando e compartilhando.&lt;br /&gt;e ter certeza do que é certo e eterno nos faz em paz-feliz-da-vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e traz o banjo, porque Ele me fez feliz :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(happy easter)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-1629851504588698478?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/1629851504588698478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/1629851504588698478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2011/04/ao-som-do-que-soa-na-casa-amarela.html' title='ao som do que soa na casa amarela.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-4724145484434840474</id><published>2011-03-28T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T13:24:42.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>sunny days.</title><content type='html'>oh, the joy of an eventful and intense weekend.&lt;br /&gt;yes, now it's all TOO funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"quando é de manhã eu sei por qual caminho vou."&lt;br /&gt;(crombie)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-4724145484434840474?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/4724145484434840474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/4724145484434840474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2011/03/sunny-days.html' title='sunny days.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-1241674515181391729</id><published>2011-03-19T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T12:52:49.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em são paulo.'/><title type='text'>we are family.</title><content type='html'>são paulo inimaginavelmente pareceu agradável pela primeira vez. &lt;br /&gt;e como se esperava, se tornou cinza e esfumaçada no aperto do trânsito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas entre as conversas teológicas, os hamburgueres, trânsitos intermináveis, histórias campeãs, velhos e novos amigos e as músicas não tão do arco da velha, a gente vai vendo a maravilhosa graça do evangelho de nos fazer uma só família.&lt;br /&gt;amigos que estão lutando pela mesma causa faz toda a diferença. e cheers pra tecnologia por amenizar a distância!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e de susto em susto vamos todos vivendo. &lt;br /&gt;de tédio ninguem morre, essa é verdade :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-1241674515181391729?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/1241674515181391729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/1241674515181391729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-are-family.html' title='we are family.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-311296715680924641</id><published>2011-03-12T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T17:37:53.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em SJK.'/><title type='text'>no dia da social que foi legal.</title><content type='html'>4a vez que passo por aqui em menos de dois anos.&lt;br /&gt;ter família em qualquer canto -- eis mais uma vantagem do evangelho.&lt;br /&gt;adoro essa cidadezinha de aviões, árvores e pessoas adoráveis.&lt;br /&gt;adoro cantar sempre as mesmas músicas no extreme e nunca conseguir pular no ritmo.&lt;br /&gt;adoro compartilhar da mesma fé e esperanca, como também das mesmas piadas, brincadeiras e amor por uma boa dança de roda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no mais, o sábado termina com palavras que me lembram o que realmente importa, que me fazem ver Deus shaping a genesis no meio do meu chaos do meu jeito favorito: me surpreendendo e me fazendo sorrir. me enchendo de esperança. &lt;br /&gt;e eu consigo até imaginar ele falando "sonsinha, ficou ansiosa a toa de novo! grow up kiddo!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e entao continua a decisão de não minimise my God given dream to the size of my present situations or limitations.&lt;br /&gt;e namaste para meu herói indiano pelas palavras que ele não imagina a tamanha importância.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-311296715680924641?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/311296715680924641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/311296715680924641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-dia-da-social-que-foi-legal.html' title='no dia da social que foi legal.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-1270631877681511478</id><published>2011-03-05T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T06:26:43.458-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>interlúdio.</title><content type='html'>"ô enfezadinho do oceano, quando a vida decepciona, qual é a solução? &lt;br /&gt;CONTINUE A NADAR."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-1270631877681511478?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/1270631877681511478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/1270631877681511478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2011/03/interludio.html' title='interlúdio.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-3397957950139415773</id><published>2011-02-05T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T15:57:31.664-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>placing my pieces.</title><content type='html'>well, well, well, meu querido diário.&lt;br /&gt;e quando as coisas não terminam do jeito que esperamos?&lt;br /&gt;uma das saídas é entrar no carro com meu pai, deixar ele dirigir sem destino, e parar num restaurantezinho pra tomar suco de maracuja, comer um pedaço de pão e ouvir daquelas histórias que fazem a densidade da esperança ser maior que a dor. (como já cantariam os velhos-irlandeses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a história -&lt;br /&gt;diz que era uma vez um pastor de ovelhas, e ele carregava uma de suas ovelhas no colo. quando um homem passou e perguntou porque ele fazia isso, já que a ovelha era grande. o pastor respondeu "eu quebrei suas pernas". o homem assustado quis saber o motivo de tal ato, e teve a seguinte explicação: "essa ovelha foi sempre muito pró-ativa, pulava e brincava muito na frente do bando, e acabava chamando a atenção de lobos ou ladrões. então eu quebrei suas pernas para que ela pudesse ficar no meu colo, protegida do perigo." &lt;br /&gt;- o fim -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(essa ovelha sou eu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus answered, "You don't understand now what I'm doing, but it will be clear enough to you later."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-3397957950139415773?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3397957950139415773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3397957950139415773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2011/02/placing-my-pieces.html' title='placing my pieces.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-7358872115228551625</id><published>2011-01-25T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T17:39:00.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>hello 2011!</title><content type='html'>bendita pós-modernidade, avanços tecnológicos e falta de tempo, que me levam a deixar meu caro diário às traças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas se falando de notícias daquelas que eu vou voltar, ler, lembrar e sorrir um dia no futuro, eis o que anda acontecendo:&lt;br /&gt;eis que o natal foi em terras cariocas, e foi um tanto quanto eventful pra ser só um parágrafo de um post. mas cabe de dizer que foi a very merry christmas, as it should :)&lt;br /&gt;eis que já é 2011! e o ano virou com direito a samba, confete, família de sangue e de agragação.&lt;br /&gt;eis que bem no comecinho do ano eu parti pra minha nárnia (aka haiti), com direito a colchao de ar furado, crianças e mais crianças, novos e velhos amigos, cultos extraordinários, gladiator, NYC com neve e algumas horas no panamá.&lt;br /&gt;eis que minhas filhas e filhos do grow são meninas e meninos pelos quais vale a pena algumas gastrites.&lt;br /&gt;eis que minha irmã casou! tava tão bonitinha e com carinha de apaixonada, e quase deixou escorrer uma lagriminha hehe. ele faz bem pra ela. and thats it.&lt;br /&gt;e eis que não sou mais estagiária, mas staff da MAIS, o que me tira o sono por me encher de sonhos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que eu comece a puxar o bonde.&lt;br /&gt;porque amanha o dia começa cedo levando em conta o dormir tarde.&lt;br /&gt;porque eu só achei meu laptop hoje e to com trabalho atrasado.&lt;br /&gt;poque semana que vem a aula começa e eu preciso plantar na uvv amanha.&lt;br /&gt;porque o grow mudou de time e mummy rachs necessita de sinapses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas apesar disso o hoje foi brilhante.&lt;br /&gt;revigorating.&lt;br /&gt;inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;o livro da tia antonia começa a fazer sentido, junto com algumas outras coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a gente segue assim step by step, um dia de cada vez, learning to walk on His ways.&lt;br /&gt;sonhando e vivendo o nunca antes visto.&lt;br /&gt;porque vale a pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-7358872115228551625?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/7358872115228551625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/7358872115228551625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-2011.html' title='hello 2011!'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-3225737281374503200</id><published>2010-11-30T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T18:39:19.212-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>já que é moda determinar...</title><content type='html'>eu determino que trabalhar em clínica aplicando e corrigindo teste não é o que eu quero pra minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;determino que preciso das minhas crianças [literalmente] catarrentas do estágio amanhã depois desses milhões de laudos e trabalhos que nunca acabam.&lt;br /&gt;determino que tem um café do forte e cheiroso ficando pronto agora, enquanto me restam dois laudos e dois relatórios, enquanto sir william assiste vídeos de natal, e enquanto dun-lesk-solto dá a milhonésima-terceira volta na corrida de f1 do video game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bisous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. em homehagem a minha irmã, que adora bons determinantes e seus determinismos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-3225737281374503200?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3225737281374503200'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;agora faltam 3 seleções, saber oq falar na apresentação de praticas de saúde, completar o projeto do estágio, terminar a dinamica da Casa da Acolhida e ler o livro de resiliência.&lt;br /&gt;essa uvv tem cada uma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas nesse tempo, eu e os meus 25% de atenção concentrada nos mantemos em uma só música, q é boa o suficiente p n me cansar e ainda me fazer sonhar meus sonhos inusitados no meio d interminaveis trabalhos da uni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(here' to you, brooke fraser)&lt;br /&gt;cheers to the furrows on our brow&lt;br /&gt;to each hard-won victory&lt;br /&gt;cheers to the losses that grew us up&lt;br /&gt;killed our pride, and filled our cup&lt;br /&gt;cheers to the friendships well worn in&lt;br /&gt;that time nor distance alter&lt;br /&gt;here’s to the sleepers we’ll see again&lt;br /&gt;find company in memoria&lt;br /&gt;open your mouth and sing out your song&lt;br /&gt;life is short as the day is long&lt;br /&gt;i can’t leave you my body&lt;br /&gt;but I’ll leave you a tune&lt;br /&gt;this is my legacy&lt;br /&gt;cheers to you&lt;br /&gt;cheers to the passing of our youth&lt;br /&gt;and the death of lust not one day&lt;br /&gt;a toast to the lessons not yet learned&lt;br /&gt;and to the trials that will teach them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-3691438320169162169?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3691438320169162169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3691438320169162169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2010/11/cheers.html' title='cheers.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-6018738137823553039</id><published>2010-10-24T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T18:13:10.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>for the sake of updating.</title><content type='html'>ter um twitter acabou com esse blog, essa que é a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;não que meu poder de síntese esteja tão poderoso pra conseguir encaixar a vida em 140 caracteres, mas a praticidade vence nessa.&lt;br /&gt;no mais, só gostaria de registrar o quanto eu não suporto anti-alérgicos que dão sono nas horas inapropriadas, o quanto eu gostaria de estar no haiti neste momento, o quanto trabalhos da faculdade me cansam, o quanto domingos me inspiram, o quanto amigos nacionais e internacionais são preciosos, o quanto ser pessoa bem-resolvida ajuda, o quanto só o fato de ser pessoa além de ser humano ajuda, o quanto sonhar faz bem, o quanto a trilha sonora do rocky é gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bisous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-6018738137823553039?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/6018738137823553039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/6018738137823553039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h94SeU4cKlw&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-4157532292235378893?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/4157532292235378893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/4157532292235378893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2010/07/next-step.html' title='next step.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-5278175572733384852</id><published>2010-07-09T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T08:34:44.540-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>the great puzzle.</title><content type='html'>step by step by step by step by step by step.&lt;div&gt;se vamos chegar no haiti ou no mexico, we'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but for now, we'll go step by step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trusting step by step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoying the journey ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-5278175572733384852?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/5278175572733384852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/5278175572733384852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2010/07/great-puzzle.html' title='the great puzzle.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-5752384564238122070</id><published>2010-06-30T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T07:10:01.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>férias?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; " &gt;trabalho de psicopat 2 pra fechar o dia e o semestre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;mas, como diriam os saudosos jars of clay: "o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;pen up your box of sunshine, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;nd smile as confetti comes raining down on you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;" &gt;ahahaha verdade seja dita: tão sem paciência com estudos dirigidos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; " &gt;but let's smile. it'll be done soon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-5752384564238122070?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/5752384564238122070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/5752384564238122070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2010/06/ferias.html' title='férias?'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-2562997398616470777</id><published>2010-06-27T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T04:07:35.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em são paulo.'/><title type='text'>terra da garoa.</title><content type='html'>2 horas de voo atrasado;&lt;div&gt;jogo no aeroporto;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taxi quebrado;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shopping;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dormir;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dormir;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shopping;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dormir;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CATS;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dormir;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;voo no horario;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dormir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é foi um bom final de semana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i say goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-2562997398616470777?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>while studying till i drop.</title><content type='html'>"rigorosamente, todas estas notícias são desnecessárias para a compreensão da minha aventura; mas é um modo de ir dizendo alguma coisa, antes de entrar em matéria, para a qual não acho porta grande nem pequena; o melhor é afrouxar a rédea à pena, e ela que vá andando, até achar uma entrada. há de haver alguma; tudo depende das circunstâncias, regra que tanto serve para o estilo como para a vida; &lt;i&gt;palavra puxa palavra, uma idéia traz outra, e assim se faz um livro, um governo, ou uma revolução; alguns dizem mesmo que assim é que a natureza compôs suas espécies.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;div&gt;(machado de assis, 1884)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coisas que se encontram quando se estuda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and God said...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-2281955103892555285?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/2281955103892555285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/2281955103892555285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2010/06/while-studying-till-i-drop.html' title='while studying till i drop.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-912323303980225217</id><published>2010-06-09T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T16:04:10.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>disco voador.</title><content type='html'>oh boy, live10 was supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!&lt;div&gt;amem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que eu corra pro outro lado da rua agora porque o show continua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love, love, love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rachela xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-912323303980225217?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/912323303980225217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/912323303980225217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2010/06/disco-voador.html' title='disco voador.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-97449343118414048</id><published>2010-05-27T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:11:19.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='na cidade maravilhosa.'/><title type='text'>pouso autorizado.</title><content type='html'>simpatia carioca me comove!&lt;div&gt;ruas enfeitadas pra copa como se fosse natal, lojas coloridas, taxistas que sabem tudo sobre tudo, guaraviton estampado nos quiosques, sotaque divertido, músicas ambiente escolhidas a dedo, pessoas de bem com a vida, mesmo que a vida não esteja tão bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bem vindo ao rio! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sim, aqui continua lindo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-97449343118414048?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/97449343118414048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/97449343118414048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2010/05/pouso-autorizado.html' title='pouso autorizado.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-2793649200860822543</id><published>2010-05-25T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T16:59:21.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>mas que dia é hoje mesmo?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;well, enquanto caroline waits behind the yellow line, a vida vai intensificando na loucura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;live já é 5a que vem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e eu acho que alguém poderia avisar na faculdade que férias é legal -- só uma sugestão ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e fazer novos amigos e almoçar com novos amigos e ajudar novos amigos e inspirar novos amigos é gold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;indo pra dizer eh-eh,&lt;div&gt;rachs xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-2793649200860822543?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/2793649200860822543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/2793649200860822543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2010/05/mas-que-dia-e-hoje-mesmo.html' title='mas que dia é hoje mesmo?!'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-7453183382720195458</id><published>2010-05-10T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T16:54:42.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>já é.</title><content type='html'>o rio de janeiro continua lindo.&lt;div&gt;a gaiola continua louca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;os flamenguistas continuam barulhentos [e campeões!].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o guaraviton continua potente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o leblon continua brilhante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;os taxistas continuam engraçados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a travessa continua inspiradora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas quem disse que o amor não muda as pessoas?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e eu sou uma ótima irmã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amém e amém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-7453183382720195458?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/7453183382720195458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/7453183382720195458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2010/05/ja-e.html' title='já é.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-7565224662288596757</id><published>2010-05-04T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T14:17:01.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>AME</title><content type='html'>eu no blog do wad!&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://wadstudio.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://wadstudio.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-7565224662288596757?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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evita.</title><content type='html'>just realized i've been up and down in the sky and visited some friends around brazil, but havent written anything down here during th trips.&lt;div&gt;well, i promise to myself and to my future generations that i'll keep a record of my lovely going-arounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos its a pretty funny thing re-reading your entries about life dont u think, dear diary?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll keep my promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont keep ur distance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeap thats it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think this is a fruit of my oxigen-less brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i dont mind :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what are u waiting for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;little miss sunshine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-8943522361247088773?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/8943522361247088773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/8943522361247088773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-like-evita.html' title='just like evita.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-8592285786510603380</id><published>2010-03-26T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T16:54:30.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>aprendizados paulistanos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;5 minutos fazem a diferença;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;orar em família faz a diferença;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ter amigos faz a diferença;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fazer novos amigos faz a diferença;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sair cedo pra não pegar o transito da chuva faz a diferença;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;filmes bons fazem a diferença;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rádio faz a diferença;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ser amigos da garçonete beth faz a diferença;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chá faz a diferença;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;simpatia faz a diferença;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sapatos brilhantes fazem a diferença;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;musica boa faz a diferença;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não saber cantar faz a diferença;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saber cantar faz a diferença;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;room service 24hrs faz a diferença;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;entre outras coisas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abraço diário,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rachela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-8592285786510603380?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/8592285786510603380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/8592285786510603380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2010/03/aprendizados-paulistanos.html' title='aprendizados paulistanos'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-4346543289887225629</id><published>2010-03-12T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T07:13:41.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>happy-clappy</title><content type='html'>"happy girls are the prettiest" &lt;div&gt;(audrey hepburn)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yup. as my dear mary poppins would say, happiness is blooming all around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i think its because of a good combo of adventurous things that happened today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;simple acts. great difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a smile can make a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hear, hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rachs, the sunday-morning-smile :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-4346543289887225629?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/4346543289887225629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/4346543289887225629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-clappy.html' title='happy-clappy'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-4133142185541762374</id><published>2010-03-04T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T16:54:51.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>dica de VJ</title><content type='html'>official family soundtrack:&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ScXLHgPcZuc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ScXLHgPcZuc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beijinho, beijinho, tchau, tchau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e pq pessoas criativas n vao contar historias inventadas em asilos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;td mundo ficaria mais feliz ay?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-4133142185541762374?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/4133142185541762374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/4133142185541762374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2010/03/dica-de-vj.html' title='dica de VJ'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-5458788267240192640</id><published>2010-02-19T12:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T12:38:58.464-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>o que é que a bahiana tem?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;muito tédio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cabeça não processa mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;note to self: nunca mais esquecer meus livros em casa. eles sempre acordam meu cérebro e me salvam de momentos de tédio profundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas no mais, that's all folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;carnaval foi o melhor possível do planeta terra!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu acho que eu não acreditaria se alguém me contasse que esse carnaval seria desse jeito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e eu continuo na ensolarada vila velha, com o emprego mais engraçado de todos os empregos imagináveis, tomando café, ouvindo crombie, abraçando as pessoas, sorrindo por dentro e por fora, conhecendo gente nova, botando papos em dia com gente antiga, fazendo bola de chiclete em horas impróprias, gettin' overwhelmed by God's love and grace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love always,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;raquel-da-testa-descascando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-5458788267240192640?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/5458788267240192640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/5458788267240192640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2010/02/muito-tedio.html' title='o que é que a bahiana tem?!'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-9149822741019715315</id><published>2010-02-03T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T07:03:19.019-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>non-sense</title><content type='html'>postar é uma palavra engraçada.&lt;div&gt;igual creme, fronha e teflon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-9149822741019715315?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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velha.'/><title type='text'>faz tão bem</title><content type='html'>"Antes de tudo, Ele me ama. Em segundo lugar, Ele me ama. E, terceiro, Ele me ama. E isso é tudo o que é necessário."&lt;br /&gt;(VISCHER, Phill. &lt;strong&gt;Sidney e Norman:&lt;/strong&gt; um conto sobre dois porcos. São Paulo: Hagnos, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quanto ao que dizer sobre esse semestre que quase termina: "quem diria?!" expressa bem as surpresas, aventuras e afins.&lt;br /&gt;sim, "God made my life complete when I placed all the pieces before Him" (psalm 18.20 MSG)&lt;br /&gt;e faltam 2 trabalhos pra apresentar e 2 provas pra fazer, e isso me deixa feliz.&lt;br /&gt;e faltam 24 dias pro natal, e isso me deixa muito feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always.&lt;br /&gt;rachs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-9095089186767333?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/9095089186767333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/9095089186767333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/12/faz-tao-bem.html' title='faz tão bem'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-5717550801772560294</id><published>2009-09-10T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:24:18.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>the micah challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.micahchallenge.org/"&gt;www.micahchallenge.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the micah call&lt;br /&gt;This is a moment in history of unique potential,when the stated intentions of world leadersecho something of the mind of the Biblical prophetsand the teachings of Jesus concerning the poor, and when we have the means to dramatically reduce poverty.We commit ourselves, as followers of Jesus,to work together for the holistic transformation of our communities,to pursue justice, be passionate about kindness and to walk humbly with God. We call on international and national decision-makersof both rich and poor nations, to fulfil their public promiseto achieve the Millennium Development Goalsand so halve absolute global poverty by 2015.We call on Christians everywhere to be agents of hopefor and with the poor, and to work with others to hold our national and global leaders accountablein securing a more just and merciful world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;micah 6.8&lt;br /&gt;"He has showed you, O man, what is good. And what does the LORD require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insipire.&lt;br /&gt;move.&lt;br /&gt;change.&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-5717550801772560294?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/5717550801772560294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/5717550801772560294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/09/micah-challenge.html' title='the micah challenge'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-1371141554527381640</id><published>2009-08-27T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:35:09.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>chegou o natal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/SpdsPkYdvCI/AAAAAAAAACE/5hB5QBVmKPU/s1600-h/1250988965652_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374883695010102306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/SpdsPkYdvCI/AAAAAAAAACE/5hB5QBVmKPU/s400/1250988965652_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natalegria, domingo, 18.30hrs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-1371141554527381640?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/1371141554527381640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/1371141554527381640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/08/chegou-o-natal.html' title='chegou o natal.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/SpdsPkYdvCI/AAAAAAAAACE/5hB5QBVmKPU/s72-c/1250988965652_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-3542160582079185314</id><published>2009-08-24T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T07:16:39.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa</title><content type='html'>aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brigada.&lt;br /&gt;só precisava d um safe place p dá uns gritos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-3542160582079185314?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3542160582079185314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3542160582079185314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/08/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-5022246470510591099</id><published>2009-08-04T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:50:30.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>boa noite.</title><content type='html'>my hope is in the name of the Lord: He is my strength, my song. my heart can rest, i'm in His hands - where i belong.&lt;br /&gt;(lisa gungor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vontade de virar aquela combalhota.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-5022246470510591099?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/5022246470510591099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/5022246470510591099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/08/boa-noite.html' title='boa noite.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-2534112956557502334</id><published>2009-07-29T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T16:54:58.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>atualidades capixabas</title><content type='html'>oh my!! live na estrada foi historico!!&lt;br /&gt;povo sem medo d ser feliz e sem medo d faze a diferenca botando p quebrar nas serras capixabas!&lt;br /&gt;pq a gnt n se importa mais - vimos, ouvimos e n podemos nos calar! e o mundo q se segure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a vida vai indo&lt;br /&gt;to do lists enchendo, esvaziando e enchendo d nv&lt;br /&gt;ainda c mto sono p ir p uni - ha! whats new?!&lt;br /&gt;e chai foi achado! mais rejuvenescedor, digestivo e desintoxicante do q nunca! (entre outras coisas!! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preciso re-achar minha galocha,&lt;br /&gt;beijos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-2534112956557502334?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/2534112956557502334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/2534112956557502334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/07/atualidades-capixabas.html' title='atualidades capixabas'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-3801275638019534202</id><published>2009-07-19T22:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:33:44.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em vila velha.'/><title type='text'>estamos de volta</title><content type='html'>well, well, well&lt;br /&gt;olha qm resolve aparecer por aqui - EU! haha!&lt;br /&gt;e se foram longas - bem longas - e interessantes - bem interessantes- semanas em terras australianas...&lt;br /&gt;c intensives, chapels, irma coming over, diego coming over, conferencia, rides, passes, swipers, cafés, hotel, lots of thai, hannah montanah, mta despedida, culto domingo a noite (finally), circular quay, trem, soneca no trem, francisco, packing, biscoito brasileiro, churrasco brasileiro, shopping, mais cafe, mais packing, cleaning, laughing, breathing, living.&lt;br /&gt;n necessariamente nessa ordem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e estou d volta em terras brasileiras!! yay!&lt;br /&gt;e amanha tem live na estrada (yaay!!) e jah sao 2.27am e o jetleg n me larga!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entao eu vo ir durmi pq faz bem :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a semana will be epic!&lt;br /&gt;cos we r the difference we wanna see!&lt;br /&gt;e a gnt faz a vida vale a pena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eh isso ai&lt;br /&gt;conhecendo a Deus e fazendo Ele conhecido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-3801275638019534202?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3801275638019534202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3801275638019534202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/07/estamos-de-volta.html' title='estamos de volta'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-3388767098035186839</id><published>2009-06-07T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T08:08:02.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>a minha vida vai virar novela...</title><content type='html'>minha inspiraçao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w_ljIJApas0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w_ljIJApas0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOOOKING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hehehheheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e amanha é aniversário da rainha - ou foi semana passada?&lt;br /&gt;mas oq importa eh q o feriado eh amanha e eu durmo até qdo eu quiser!!&lt;br /&gt;yaaaayy&lt;br /&gt;parabens rainha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coooooompliceees al rescate del amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-3388767098035186839?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3388767098035186839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3388767098035186839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/06/minha-vida-vai-virar-novela.html' title='a minha vida vai virar novela...'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-3422985153013360355</id><published>2009-05-30T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T07:29:01.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>embalos de sabado a noite.</title><content type='html'>and we are done!!!&lt;br /&gt;godness nem to crendo!&lt;br /&gt;vai dah ate p faze laundry!&lt;br /&gt;yaaaayy&lt;br /&gt;mas o ponto principal eh: assessments tds done!&lt;br /&gt;- falta ainda passport e feedback da conferencia... mas isso eh o d menos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caraca ano mais rapido da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;e ponto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vo durmi entao.&lt;br /&gt;amanha o dia eh longo!&lt;br /&gt;nao mais divagacoes por hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijinho, beijinho, tchau, tchau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-3422985153013360355?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3422985153013360355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3422985153013360355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/05/embalos-de-sabado-noite.html' title='embalos de sabado a noite.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-5093495948673299087</id><published>2009-05-30T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T06:17:02.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>sugar; honey, honey.</title><content type='html'>"the future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams."&lt;br /&gt;(eleanor roosevelt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escrito na xicara do meu lemon&amp;amp;ginger tea c uma pitadinha d honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-5093495948673299087?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/5093495948673299087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/5093495948673299087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-assessment-day.html' title='sugar; honey, honey.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-952317422088074566</id><published>2009-05-28T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:52:46.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>hey, jude!</title><content type='html'>e qm diria q meu querido diario me seria de grande ajudap faze assessment?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jude 1.20-25 (MSG)&lt;br /&gt;But you, dear friends, carefully build yourselves up in this most holy faith by praying in the Holy Spirit, staying right at the center of God's love, keeping your arms open and outstretched, ready for the mercy of our Master, Jesus Christ. This is the unending life, the real life!&lt;br /&gt;Go easy on those who hesitate in the faith. Go after those who take the wrong way. Be tender with sinners, but not soft on sin. The sin itself stinks to high heaven.&lt;br /&gt;And now to him who can keep you on your feet, standing tall in his bright presence, fresh and celebrating—to our one God, our only Savior, through Jesus Christ, our Master, be glory, majesty, strength, and rule before all time, and now, and to the end of all time. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e q o cafe faça efeito!&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-952317422088074566?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/952317422088074566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/952317422088074566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-jude.html' title='hey, jude!'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-5058608875597663276</id><published>2009-05-26T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:10:48.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>recreio</title><content type='html'>minha cabeça tah cansando de pensa jah&lt;br /&gt;6 questions to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-5058608875597663276?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/5058608875597663276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/5058608875597663276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/05/recreio.html' title='recreio'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-8417160947050483010</id><published>2009-05-23T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T05:42:03.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>odete</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wm6pbZ8QnJ0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wm6pbZ8QnJ0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sim, eu so a irma mais melosa da terra q morre de saudade dessa criança e eh super orgulhosa d ver oq Deus tem feito in&amp;through him :)&lt;br /&gt;vontade d amassa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-8417160947050483010?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/8417160947050483010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/8417160947050483010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/05/odete.html' title='odete'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-7844520006089556990</id><published>2009-05-21T20:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:09:56.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>descontínuo</title><content type='html'>"Ganhastes santas batalhas, sem canhões, atravessaste caudalosos rios sem pontes, marchastes incríveis distâncias descalços, acampastes inúmeras vezes sem coisa alguma para comer, tudo graças à vossa audaciosa perseverança! Mas, guerreiros, é como se não tivéssemos feito coisa alguma, &lt;strong&gt;pois resta ainda muito mais para alcançarmos!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Napoleão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-7844520006089556990?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/7844520006089556990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/7844520006089556990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/05/descontinuo.html' title='descontínuo'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-8544012716102629606</id><published>2009-05-21T07:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:41:16.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>parte 4</title><content type='html'>Compassion in Action by Mother Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;To me, God and compassion are one and the same. Compassion is the joy of sharing. It’s doing small things for the love of each other-just a smile, or carrying a bucket of water, or showing some simple kindness. These are the small things that make up compassion.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Compassion means trying to share and understand the suffering of people. And I think it’s very good when people suffer. To me, that’s really like a kiss from Jesus. And a sign, also, that this person has come so close to Jesus, sharing his passion.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;It is only pride and selfishness and coldness that keep us from having compassion. When we ultimately go home to God, we are going to be judged on what we were to each other, what we did for each other, and, especially, how much love we put in that. It’s not how much we give, but how much love we put in the doing ~ that’s compassion in action.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;One’s religion has nothing to do with compassion. It’s our love for God that is the main thing. Many Christians and non-Christians come to help in our houses in Calcutta and throughout the world. We have volunteers of all religions working with our aides day and night. Religion is meant to help us get closer to God, not meant to separate us.... true religion, no? All God really wants is for us to love him. The way we can show our love for Him is to serve others.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;You may ask how the contemplative life fits together with compassion in action. It fits together by bringing union with God. Jesus said, “ Whether you do it the last of my brethren, you are doing it to me.” If you do everything for him, you are acting as contemplative in the heart of the world.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;There is contemplative life where people separate themselves completely from the world and live a life of prayer, of sacrifice. We are out in the world doing that- being contemplatives in the heart of the world.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;We need a life of deep prayer to be able to give until it hurts. It seems the more we have, the less we give. And the less we have, the more we can give.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;The need is great for food, clothes, medicine, and tender-love-and-care. This is the greatest need. We have homes for the dying, for lepers, for children, for the poorest of the poor. And now, in the United States, we have homes for people with AIDS, also.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;My message to the people of today is simple. We must love one another as God loves each one of us. To be able to love, we need a clean heart. Prayer is what gives us a clean heart. The fruit of prayer is a deepening of faith and the fruit of faith is love. The fruit of love is service, which is compassion in action.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Religion has nothing to do with compassion; it is our love for God that is the main thing because we have all been created for the soul purpose to love and to be loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-8544012716102629606?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/8544012716102629606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/8544012716102629606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/05/parte-4.html' title='parte 4'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-907188154516091086</id><published>2009-05-21T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T06:52:24.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>parte 3</title><content type='html'>hail, diario!&lt;br /&gt;como sa va? (sempre uma mestra em spelling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway - oprah's leadership academy&lt;br /&gt;fenomeno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/article/seriesandspecials/leadershipacademy/20070102_sas_leadership_academy"&gt;http://www.oprah.com/article/seriesandspecials/leadershipacademy/20070102_sas_leadership_academy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Oprah Winfrey Leadership Academy for Girls—South Africa is a boarding school for grades 7–12. It is the school of Oprah's dreams, but to make it a reality, she has to find the perfect students. "This is a school for leaders," Oprah says. "This is a school for powerful girls who will use their power in service to their nation and to our world."&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;Teams from the school worked tirelessly recruiting applicants in the rural areas of South Africa. "We wanted girls living in places where they would never had a chance such as this one," Oprah says.Teachers quickly began telling their most promising students about the school. Students like 13-year-old Lesego (above, left) see the school as their destiny. "I know for a fact that I'm going to get into that school," she says. "Come hell or high waters, I am going to this school."&lt;br /&gt;(nota da raquel: determination right here!)&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the day, Oprah meets girls who have endured the unimaginable. Two of those girls are sisters Sade (left) and Megan (right). As 5- and 6-year-olds, the girls watched their father shoot their mother and then shoot himself. Oprah says she fell in love with them instantly.When Sade walks into the room, Oprah says the outgoing younger sister is like "walking sunshine." Although Sade exudes pure energy, Oprah finds that Megan has a quiet inner strength. "You can tell that she has been through a lot and that she takes the responsibility of looking after her sister," Oprah says. "Knowing her history … you just can't even imagine. Where does that light come from?"&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;Zodwa, who lives in one of the poorest and most dangerous communities in South Africa, lost her mother to AIDS. Still, Zodwa feels she can turn her hardships into something wonderful. "I really feel like I could be a great leader, an example to other girls, show them what girl power really is made of," she says.&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;It is the question that every potential student has on her mind, but only one girl is brave enough to ask. "As you see me," Charlene says. "Do you think that I'm good enough to be selected to go to the school?"After a small pause, Oprah replies. "I think that you are good enough," she says.Oprah says everyone has wondered that at one time. "That is the ultimate question that all of us ask of ourselves and of our lives—am I good enough?" she says. "And this little girl had the courage to ask that question."&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;Lesego loves school and is already becoming a leader. She teaches a poetry class to other students after school. Although she lives with her father in a home with no indoor plumbing and a caved-in ceiling, she doesn't consider herself disadvantaged. "I've got this spunk," Lesego says. "I've got this flame inside me that's waiting to burst."&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;On January 2, 2007, after years of dreaming, Oprah and her students cut the ribbon to open the Oprah Winfrey Leadership Academy for Girls—South Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jah posso parar por aqui nao?!&lt;br /&gt;um dia a gnt bem vai lah diario :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por enqto, musica p da força p termina assesment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/abovethegoldenstate"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/abovethegoldenstate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/archeology"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/archeology&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/joshwilson"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/joshwilson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/crombies"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/crombies&lt;/a&gt;  (indiscutivelmente meus faves!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx,&lt;br /&gt;the girl w brown eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-907188154516091086?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/907188154516091086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/907188154516091086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/05/parte-3.html' title='parte 3'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-990103630356785604</id><published>2009-05-13T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T05:44:31.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>break -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/SgrAVrJdW3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Y1zmFWROpMw/s1600-h/1242162654118_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335288187165956978" style="WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/SgrAVrJdW3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Y1zmFWROpMw/s400/1242162654118_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meus livros me entretem :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-990103630356785604?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/990103630356785604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/990103630356785604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/05/break.html' title='break -'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/SgrAVrJdW3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Y1zmFWROpMw/s72-c/1242162654118_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-3395618346886819372</id><published>2009-05-10T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T06:34:27.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>parte 2</title><content type='html'>yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dosomething.org/"&gt;http://www.dosomething.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from animal welfare to international human rights, "this is the place to shop around for a cause that fires you up. Learn something here and take action!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;isso tava mto bom ontem até a bendita hora q meu bendito computador travou - mas "do something" kind of speak by itself aye?! do something = do something! se eu for falar mais alguma coisa vai fica igual meus assesments 1 resposta p 3 perguntas!! ahahahahhahaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just get up n do something!&lt;br /&gt;what do u wanna do? just do it. smile to someone, recyle, pray 4 ur friends, have a lunch time prayer group at ur school, give someone a hug, dont complain 4 a day, buy a coffee to a new friend, call an old friend, send a card to ur grama, plant a tree, give some money to a charity project, give out the clothes u dont wear anymore, volunteer at a social project, sing in the rain,  teach the housekeeper's kid to read, teach ur mum to dance, make someone happy, do a random act of kindness, look 4 change, be the change.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am only one, but I am one. I cannot do everything, but I can do something. And I will not let what I cannot do interfere with what I can do."&lt;br /&gt;(edward everett hale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love,&lt;br /&gt;and do something.&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/abovethegoldenstate"&gt;www.myspace.com/abovethegoldenstate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Chf9OCoe1A&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Chf9OCoe1A&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-3395618346886819372?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3395618346886819372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3395618346886819372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/05/parte-2.html' title='parte 2'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-5445314190254856393</id><published>2009-05-04T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T03:56:12.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>parte 1</title><content type='html'>opa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d formas mais inusitadas, novos sonhos me surgiram hoje,&lt;br /&gt;e olha q eh segunda e eu passei o dia todo tendo tutorial...&lt;br /&gt;mas qm disse q as coisas acontecem do jeito q a gnt espera?!&lt;br /&gt;enfim,&lt;br /&gt;nd mto definido ainda...&lt;br /&gt;mas ideias novas surgindo...&lt;br /&gt;e eu amo isso!!!&lt;br /&gt;yaaay!!&lt;br /&gt;pq "há mto p fazer, n ha mais tempo p olhar p tras"...&lt;br /&gt;and "now that i have seen, i am responsible."&lt;br /&gt;e qm sabe oq pode acontecer?!&lt;br /&gt;hope high!&lt;br /&gt;bright future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entao vamo lah&lt;br /&gt;vo contando uma inspiracao d cd vez&lt;br /&gt;sem ordem d preferencia, mas na ordem q me convem :)&lt;br /&gt;- o diario eh meu e eu tenho esses direito neh?!&lt;br /&gt;heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A21 CAMPAIGN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thea21campaign.org/index.php/en/home"&gt;http://www.thea21campaign.org/index.php/en/home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The A21 Campaign is comprised of individuals, organizations, government officials and people like you that are committed to abolishing injustice in the 21st Century. Our goal is to raise awareness, take legal action and offer rehabilitation services to rescued victims of human trafficking in order to fight this injustice from a comprehensive approach.&lt;br /&gt;Our initial response to the injustice of human trafficking is focused in the city of Thessaloniki, Greece - with the long-term intent of venturing into other areas of Europe where there is a need. We are determined to start making significant difference in a country that the UN says is one of the highest-ranking destinations for human trafficking.&lt;br /&gt;In preparation for this project, we conducted extensive research on human trafficking by visiting the onsite locations of shelters, rehabilitation centers, legal advocacy offices, issue awareness agencies, as well as high-density brothel areas. We have also met with key members of different anti-trafficking organizations located in Cambodia, Greece, Holland, The UK, and The U.S. to discuss best practices and the most effective models for rescuing and restoring victims. Through our research, we have developed a model that will not only see victims truly set free - but also fight this battle from a legal perspective and pull this injustice out by its roots.&lt;br /&gt;The Overall Long-term Strategy:&lt;br /&gt;To implement this strategy we have created a 3-phase model. Phase 1 consists of the establishment of a Project Center. Phase 2 will follows shortly after significant legal preparations have been made and will consists of the establishment of an assessment center and a small-scale restoration facility that could house up to six girls. Phase 3 will consists of the establishment of a permanent large-scale home which will be able to house a larger number of rescued victims."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n there u go - 21 things u can do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. PRAY&lt;br /&gt;2. FAST ON THE 21ST&lt;br /&gt;3. INVEST IN FREEDOM&lt;br /&gt;4. LOBBY POLITICIANS&lt;br /&gt;5. ORGANIZE A FUNDRAISER&lt;br /&gt;6.SUPPORT SURVIVORS&lt;br /&gt;7. VOLUNTEER&lt;br /&gt;8. USE YOUR TALENT&lt;br /&gt;9. START AN AWARENESS GROUP&lt;br /&gt;10. BUY FAIR TRADE PRODUCTS&lt;br /&gt;11. SPONSOR THOSE AT RISK&lt;br /&gt;12. INTERN FOR A SUMMER&lt;br /&gt;13. EDUCATE YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;14. STAY CURRENT&lt;br /&gt;15. SPREAD THE WORD&lt;br /&gt;16. WORK THE WEB&lt;br /&gt;17. MOTIVATE THE MEDIA&lt;br /&gt;18. STAY ALERT&lt;br /&gt;19. WORK FOR FREEDOM&lt;br /&gt;20. MAKE CONNECTIONS&lt;br /&gt;21. HELP VICTIMS ESCAPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n the video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IOHpW6xDKlw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IOHpW6xDKlw&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oq/como/qdo vai acontecer eu n sei...&lt;br /&gt;mas eu sei q greater things still to be done!&lt;br /&gt;"...hope now, hope always!" (psalm 131.3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nEle, que é minha maior inspiraçao&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-5445314190254856393?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/5445314190254856393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/5445314190254856393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/05/parte-1.html' title='parte 1'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-673958579306869310</id><published>2009-05-02T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T07:06:15.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>n all that jazz</title><content type='html'>salve, salve, querido diario!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semana intensa acabando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"today i've learn" (cm jah diria o rove)&lt;br /&gt;hoje - nessa semana - eu aprendi q dizer nao faz bem - te spare d mta dor d cabeca.&lt;br /&gt;mas dizer sim pode trazer desafios bem interessantes! pq no final td certo, aye?&lt;br /&gt;e p dor d cabeca tem paracetamol ;)&lt;br /&gt;nd contra equilibrio&lt;br /&gt;srta equilibrio falando aqui&lt;br /&gt;mas nd contra um bom desafio!&lt;br /&gt;n q eu seja super bem-humorada e otimista durante a execuçao...&lt;br /&gt;(ainda mais em certas epocas mensais)&lt;br /&gt;mas foi uma semana bem sem estresse - e dá-lhe equilibrio!!&lt;br /&gt;nd cm bons cafes, livros, shops, amigos, filmes - e acima d td um BOM DEUS - p eu passa meus bocados feliz da vida :)&lt;br /&gt;yes, He carries me.&lt;br /&gt;n thats all that matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho,&lt;br /&gt;coisas q acontecem e se compartilham num kids office:&lt;br /&gt;Christian pick up lines...&lt;br /&gt;1. "nice bible."&lt;br /&gt;2. "is this pew taken?"&lt;br /&gt;3. "i just don't feel called to celibacy."&lt;br /&gt;4. "for you i would slay two Goliaths"&lt;br /&gt;5. "i would go through more than Job for you"&lt;br /&gt;6. "you are perfect, except with all the sin."&lt;br /&gt;7. "when Moses struck the rock, water flowed from it like a river. i promise i will never strike you."&lt;br /&gt;8. "you are so unblemished that i would sacrifice you."&lt;br /&gt;9. "what, this here? oh.. thats my study bible - it's a little bigger but i can handle the extra spiritual and physical weight."&lt;br /&gt;10. "shall we tithe?"11. "at points in my life i have been referred to as Samson"&lt;br /&gt;12. "the word says 'Give drink to those who are thirsty, and feed the hungry'; how about dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;13. "i didnt believe in predestination until tonight."&lt;br /&gt;14. "im not like those other Christ Church guys."&lt;br /&gt;15. "i believe one of my ribs belongs to you."&lt;br /&gt;16. "i know Lachlan Payne."&lt;br /&gt;17. (if no.16 gains no response) "Lachlan Payne knows me"&lt;br /&gt;18. "i went on a beach mission but all I ended up doing was mission you."&lt;br /&gt;19. "i can be your Boaz."&lt;br /&gt;20. "my spiritual gift is my good looks... it lifts peoples spirits"&lt;br /&gt;21. "i sacrifice my sunday mornings to look after the creche group. its tough... but i love children."&lt;br /&gt;22. "is this the transfiguration.. because you are glowing"&lt;br /&gt;23.. "i have a job and im willing to move out of home."&lt;br /&gt;24. "mark driscoll takes up 35% of my ipod memory."&lt;br /&gt;25. "hey.. i would work 7 years for your sister.. but i would work 7 more years for you."&lt;br /&gt;26. "im kind of a big deal at Koorong"&lt;br /&gt;27. "hey good-looking, Ecclesiastes 4:11..."&lt;br /&gt;28. "absolutely. i often throw clothes into the samaritan bin.."&lt;br /&gt;29. "bible-gateway happens to be my homepage."&lt;br /&gt;30. "im a man who discovered the wheel and built the Eiffel Tower out of metal and brawn. That's what kind of man I am."&lt;br /&gt;31. "marry me."&lt;br /&gt;32.. "can I buy you a non-alcoholic beverage?"&lt;br /&gt;33. "i have many sponsor children. one in each developing nation."&lt;br /&gt;34. " im one of the fortunate ones..greek and hebrew come pretty easily to me."&lt;br /&gt;35. "my favourite species of vegetation is the church plant."&lt;br /&gt;36. "did i just have mud rubbed in my eyes?"&lt;br /&gt;37. "what's an xbox?"&lt;br /&gt;38. "now i know why Solomon had 700 wives... Because he never met you."&lt;br /&gt;39. "i used to believe in natural theology, but since i met you i've converted to divine revelation"&lt;br /&gt;40. "i look after widows"&lt;br /&gt;41. "is that a thinline, duo-tone, compact, ESV Travel Bible in your pocket"&lt;br /&gt;42. "why dont i have a bible dictionary? well, i dont really need it."&lt;br /&gt;43. "bathsheba had nothing on you"&lt;br /&gt;44. ''you put the 'cute' back in persecution...''&lt;br /&gt;45. "your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead"&lt;br /&gt;46. "so, can i clothe you in righteousness?"&lt;br /&gt;47.. "how many times do I have to walk around you to make you fall for me?"&lt;br /&gt;48. "how would you like to join my Purpose Driven Life?"&lt;br /&gt;49. "if you say no, i will rip out my hair and my beard"&lt;br /&gt;50. "if you say no, im going to tear my clothes, get in my sackcloth and rub dust into my head.."&lt;br /&gt;51. "if you say no, i'm going on a pilgrimage."&lt;br /&gt;52. "unfortunately i cant perform miracles and ive only got enough bread and fish for 2 people."&lt;br /&gt;53. "so, my parents are home, you wanna come over?"&lt;br /&gt;54. "let me remove my sandals before I come any closer.."&lt;br /&gt;55. "lets say, hypothetically, you were married. I would send your husband to the front line against the Amorites"&lt;br /&gt;56. "its obvious to me that you sprouted from the good kinda soil..."&lt;br /&gt;57. "feel free to meet me at the threshing floor."&lt;br /&gt;58. "you can lie at my feet.."&lt;br /&gt;59. "i know its absurd, but every time i walk towards you, it feels like im being lead to bethlehem."&lt;br /&gt;60. "if i had to choose between a romantic date with you or a night with the fellas... i would sit at home and read my bible."&lt;br /&gt;61. "i really like your spirituality, it goes well with that shirt."&lt;br /&gt;62. "welcome to the christian family... the only family where brothers and sisters can marry each other"&lt;br /&gt;63. "i did a love tester on your name and mine.. it came back 'predestined'"&lt;br /&gt;64. "you're totally depraved but i'd still like to go out with you..."&lt;br /&gt;65. "you can come crash at mine tonight. i have a separate room prepared."&lt;br /&gt;66. "i'm a proverbs 32 kind of guy and you're a proverbs 31 kinda woman..."&lt;br /&gt;67. "im interested in full time ministry, and not only that... i also play the guitar."&lt;br /&gt;68. "mmm... you really have to watch out for that man of lawlessness.. but dont worry, im not him, so you're safe with me."&lt;br /&gt;69. "if we were around with noah... then you, me... pair."&lt;br /&gt;70. "i arrange the substantial christian section of my bookshelf into alphabetical order. coffee?"&lt;br /&gt;71. "i sit with my mum at church"&lt;br /&gt;72. "let me sell you an indulgence because it's a sin to look as good as you do."&lt;br /&gt;73. "not a big fan of your last name, but thats cool, i can change that."&lt;br /&gt;74. "Solomon had 700 wives. You can be my 2nd girlfriend. But bring your friends."&lt;br /&gt;75. "i have a bible verse tattoo. its permanent. its also in ancient greek."&lt;br /&gt;76. "i consider myself to be fisher of women. this would be referred to as "casting my net"."&lt;br /&gt;77. "i'm pretty much considered an elder in the congregation these days"&lt;br /&gt;78. "it would be my honor to present you spotless on the last day."&lt;br /&gt;79." Me. You. Song of Songs: the remix."&lt;br /&gt;80. "when i read philippians 4:8, i think about you."&lt;br /&gt;81. "i would leave 99 sheep to come and find you... and then i would carry you home joyfully on my shoulder"&lt;br /&gt;82. "i prayed up the front at church tonight."&lt;br /&gt;83. "im developing the newest form of singstar: hymns and songs of worship."&lt;br /&gt;84. "look, you're nearly 22. most christians are 3 years into marriage by now... just settle for me."&lt;br /&gt;85. "i come from Egypt.... the same place Moses lived."&lt;br /&gt;86. "my general biblical knowledge is quite vast, probably because i finished bible trivia as a child."&lt;br /&gt;87. "who's your favorite apostle?"&lt;br /&gt;88. "you make the Queen of Sheba look like a hobo."&lt;br /&gt;89. "i have familiarised myself with all 5 love languages, in fact, i invented 4 of them."&lt;br /&gt;90. "let's go for a ride in my zondervan"&lt;br /&gt;91. "I like to think that I'm all things to all women.."&lt;br /&gt;92. "have you died before? because that looks like a resurrection body to me.."&lt;br /&gt;93. 'all im looking for is a Godly woman. i don't care that you're not attractive.'&lt;br /&gt;94. 'you float my ark.'&lt;br /&gt;95. "do you need prayer? because i am certainly willing to lay hands on you"&lt;br /&gt;96. "as Shammah the son of Agee a Hararite protected the field of lentils, so i wish to protect you."&lt;br /&gt;97. "you make me want to be a better Christian."&lt;br /&gt;98. "i will never give you reason to hammer a tent peg through my skull."&lt;br /&gt;99. "i predicted David over Goliath... now I'm betting on you and me."&lt;br /&gt;100. "if you were staying for the tribulation, i would consider staying too.. but then i would probably leave."&lt;br /&gt;101. "if you were a leper, i would still hold your hand.. even if it wasnt attached."&lt;br /&gt;102. "i would have asked you out to dinner, but i just put all my money in the offetory basket."&lt;br /&gt;103. "Hi, I'm Calvin. You were meant to choose me."&lt;br /&gt;104. "Unlike the Israelites, who forgot the Lord, I will remember your name most of the time."&lt;br /&gt;105. "you are a galations 5 fruit salad."&lt;br /&gt;106. "i mentioned you in my testimony."&lt;br /&gt;107. "can you make your decision, because im keen to build a commemorative altar and bunnings is shutting in 15 minutes."&lt;br /&gt;108. "shotgun."&lt;br /&gt;109. "the perseverance of the saints is well illustrated by the amount of time I spend talking to you."&lt;br /&gt;110. "the Lord Jesus was into carpentry. Im doing an apprenticeship."&lt;br /&gt;111. "If you were my wife, I would never make you pretend to be my sister. That would be too damaging to my reputation."&lt;br /&gt;112. "I would bring your father twelve-hundred Philistine foreskins for just one date with you."&lt;br /&gt;113. "I've been called the 11th Plague of Egypt: Boogy Fever."&lt;br /&gt;114. "are you pentacostal cause I would really like to speak in tounges with you"?&lt;br /&gt;115. ""Do you know what the difference is between going to church and making out? No? Wanna go to church with me?"&lt;br /&gt;116. "Can I put my bible next to your bible?"&lt;br /&gt;117. "Didn't I see you singing to the shepherds when Jesus was born?"&lt;br /&gt;118. "Didn't Solomon write a song about you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahhahahahahhaa u gotta love that ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enfim,&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, ainda terá nutcracker e chicago (ou chigaco, dependendo da falta d cafe no sangue) ate o fim do mes!&lt;br /&gt;eee ainda tem um q a gnt abo c o povo da art academy!!&lt;br /&gt;yes!!&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;man! have ever told u i love this place?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/SfxNsPW2GFI/AAAAAAAAABs/XGJsv2Cr7xk/s1600-h/1241150365063_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg!!&lt;br /&gt;escrever emails encorajadores, preencher forms, enviar invitations, fazer assesments (ah naaah! heheh), e filminho se der tempo ;)&lt;br /&gt;e jah sao 00.03&lt;br /&gt;sim, diario, eu sou brasileira e vo dexa metade da lista p ultima hora (a começar pelos assesments!)&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahhahahaa aaaaaa Jesus me ajuda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falo hein&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. live '09 arrebentando over vila velha!! yes! amo meus conterraneos-world-changers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-673958579306869310?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/673958579306869310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/673958579306869310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/05/n-all-that-jazz.html' title='n all that jazz'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-317442442412324520</id><published>2009-04-26T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T06:47:11.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>e lah se vai mais um domingo...</title><content type='html'>pq tem horas q a gnt soh precisa parar e respirar&lt;br /&gt;e lembrar q no final td se encaixa e dá certo&lt;br /&gt;q se Ele tah controle, everything is gonna be all right&lt;br /&gt;q He put my life 2gether when i place all my pieces b4 Him&lt;br /&gt;no need to put it 2gether myself - He'll do it&lt;br /&gt;i just need to surrender&lt;br /&gt;give everything to Him&lt;br /&gt;give everything for Him&lt;br /&gt;someday i'll understand the meaning of it all :)&lt;br /&gt;enquanto isso a gnt continua confiando&lt;br /&gt;e seguindo em frente!&lt;br /&gt;always looking forward!&lt;br /&gt;no matter what happens in the end&lt;br /&gt;living life to the full&lt;br /&gt;knowing Him n making Him known&lt;br /&gt;we can do it!&lt;br /&gt;He has done it already!&lt;br /&gt;amem e amem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mudando d assunto&lt;br /&gt;talia ganho 'so u think u can dance'!!!&lt;br /&gt;eu qria taanto q o charlie tivesse ganhado...&lt;br /&gt;mas enfim&lt;br /&gt;mto boa ela tb!&lt;br /&gt;eeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dance.ten.com.au/talia-wins-.htm"&gt;http://dance.ten.com.au/talia-wins-.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dance.ten.com.au/talia-profile.htm"&gt;http://dance.ten.com.au/talia-profile.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there u go&lt;br /&gt;charlie n talia num contemporary pocante c a apresentadora mais bebada da historia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x2F_X6x-sEk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x2F_X6x-sEk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eu fiz offering no voltage hojeee!!&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;check the verse i read:&lt;br /&gt;"Mostly what God does is love you. Keep company with him and learn a life of love. Observe how Christ loved us. His love was not cautious but extravagant. He didn't love in order to get something from us but to give everything of himself to us. Love like that."&lt;br /&gt;(eph 5.2)&lt;br /&gt;isnt it cool?!&lt;br /&gt;pretty much speaks 4 itself ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e foi country w/end no kids!&lt;br /&gt;e foi iceskating + movies c fuel hj a tarde!&lt;br /&gt;e eu terminei meu assesment!!&lt;br /&gt;e falta faze minha community presentation p amanha...&lt;br /&gt;oh my! we'll do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e organizar a week pq vai ser intensa!&lt;br /&gt;but i just love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e tah frio!!&lt;br /&gt;beijos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e no fim td fica bom c musica boa&lt;br /&gt;'o lugar' repetindo incessantemente no itunes.&lt;br /&gt;fave fave fave!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-317442442412324520?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/317442442412324520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/317442442412324520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-lah-se-vai-mais-um-domingo.html' title='e lah se vai mais um domingo...'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-527132735764180042</id><published>2009-04-25T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T05:37:51.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>hello, hello!</title><content type='html'>queridissimo diario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check this video out:&lt;br /&gt;http://vimeo.com/1924766&lt;br /&gt;no idea wat its about&lt;br /&gt;but it was the funniest thing i saw 2day!!&lt;br /&gt;miss this ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aanywho&lt;br /&gt;off to bed&lt;br /&gt;voltage 2moro&lt;br /&gt;ice skating + movies w fuel in the arvo&lt;br /&gt;carpark + church + assesment at nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy anzac day!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.awm.gov.au/commemoration/anzac/anzac_tradition.asp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out.&lt;br /&gt;x.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-527132735764180042?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/527132735764180042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/527132735764180042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-hello.html' title='hello, hello!'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-7050335944710790958</id><published>2009-04-24T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T08:45:05.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>living la vida loca!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;diario do meu coração!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas essa minha vida eh mto engraçadinha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahahahahahahha aiai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was 'the uprising' 2day n it was unbelievable!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuel n wildlife students running an one day conference (called 'the uprising')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n they r they were so excited n so passionate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n i just loved it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coz the Lord is good - all the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n all the time - the Lord is good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;comecei livro novo hj tb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"war child" d juliet lac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to nas 20 primeras paginas ainda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas so far so good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;voltei p academia hj tb &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dpois d asma e compromissos sociais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e continua funny as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fiz fieldwork (youth office) hj tb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fiz churchlife (kids office) hj tb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after-party mais engraçada ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sim, o dia foi longo p mta gente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahahahahhahaahahahha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;buddie everywhere! bug buddie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;indo faze um chai lattezinho entao p tenta acha alguma animo p termina meu assesment q soh tem 2 perguntas repetidas d 17 formas diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;e eh sobre conflict resolution&lt;br /&gt;e eu n gosto d conflict... esse eh o problema&lt;br /&gt;such a nice girl :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats all 4 now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"all my fears so far away; all i hear is Heaven calling me. so i look to YOU."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-7050335944710790958?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/7050335944710790958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/7050335944710790958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/04/living-la-vida-loca.html' title='living la vida loca!'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-7995574293839505345</id><published>2009-04-20T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T05:34:15.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>for the sake of updating</title><content type='html'>tentando entender a logistica familiar d 'brothers n sisters'&lt;br /&gt;e a logica soundtrackiana - tocando musica d natal num episodio d tksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;mas acabo... outro dia a gnt entende...&lt;br /&gt;boston legal agora&lt;br /&gt;episodio d tksgiving tb!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no mais voltando d kylee &amp;amp; noa's&lt;br /&gt;eles sao um doce e tem vario kittens&lt;br /&gt;e um dormiu no meu colo!&lt;br /&gt;e eu me senti mto amiga dos animais ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e tah frio!!&lt;br /&gt;entao eh isso por agora&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-7995574293839505345?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/7995574293839505345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/7995574293839505345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-sake-of-updating.html' title='for the sake of updating'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-7610318526592366395</id><published>2009-04-19T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T06:07:21.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>push</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IdjAbhZi-QU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IdjAbhZi-QU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais um! mais um! - http://www.sadlerswells.com/standalonevideo.php?video=/assets/videos/1847321795,13197643001&amp;show=265&amp;dp=1&amp;show=265&amp;more=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd como assistir ao vivo :)&lt;br /&gt;oh, i love this city!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-7610318526592366395?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/7610318526592366395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/7610318526592366395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/04/push.html' title='push'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-6155671915926564855</id><published>2009-04-18T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T05:15:47.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>arriba!</title><content type='html'>hello, hello, querido diario!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depois de uma semana asmatica e sem aulas (yay!) soh to aqui pra dizer que minha lista de filmes foi mto bem-sucedida cm planejado e sylvie guillhem eh um arraso!&lt;br /&gt;e q o cara do 'so u think u can dance' tava do meu lado no opera house c o namorado dele (--');&lt;br /&gt;e q eu tenho flores no meu quarto;&lt;br /&gt;e q fuel fiesta foi epico (!!);&lt;br /&gt;e q puffers fazem meu coração bater mais rapido;&lt;br /&gt;e q existe nome cientifico p puffer e p batidas rapidas d coração mas eu n sei pq tah batendo rapido agora e eu n consigo pensa.&lt;br /&gt;- hence eu estar aqui ao inves d estar fazendo assesments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaanyway, diario,&lt;br /&gt;eh vida e eh bonita!&lt;br /&gt;n sei mais oq eu qro fazer next semester...&lt;br /&gt;but we'll see... i still have couple months to decide...&lt;br /&gt;last time it was all in one day, aye?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caramba meu coração tah batendo rapido&lt;br /&gt;pior q qdo eu tomo cafe c tds minhas extra shots possiveis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quanto a minha linda selecao d filmes last week :)&lt;br /&gt;- sisterhood of the traveling pants:&lt;br /&gt;"It would be easy to say that the pants changed everything that summer. But looking back now I feel like our lives changed because they had to, and that the real magic of the pants was in bearing witness to all of this and in somehow holding us together when it felt like nothing would ever be the same again. Some things never would be. But we know now that no matter how far we traveled on our own separate paths... Somehow we would always find out way back to each other. And with that, we could get through anything. To us. Who we were, and who we are. And who we'll be. To the pants. And the sisterhood. And this moment, and the rest of our lives. Together and apart. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- three amigos:&lt;br /&gt;"My little Buttercup has the sweetest smile. Dear little Buttercup, won't you stay a while? We'll settle down together in a cottage built for two. Oh, Dear little Buttercup, I love you! C'mon, everybody!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000188/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- freedom writers:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no. No, no, no, young man, no. I am not a hero. No. I did what I had to do, because it was the right thing to do. That is all (...) But even an ordinary secretary or a housewife or a teenager can, within their own small ways, turn on a small light in a dark room (...) You are the heroes. You are heroes every day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- aladdin:&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, Salaam and good evening to you worthy friend. Please, please, come closer--too close, a little too close. There.Welcome to Agrabah. City of mystery, of enchantment, and the finest merchandise this side of the river Jordan, on sale today, come on down! Heh, heh. Look at this! Yes! Combination hookah and coffee maker--also makes Julienne fries. Will not break, will not--it broke. Ooohhh! Look at this! I have never seen one of these intact before. This is the famous Dead Sea Tupperware. Listen. (pfft)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- charles wilsom's war:&lt;br /&gt;"These things happened. They were glorious and they changed the world... and then we (bad word) up the end game."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- reign over me:&lt;br /&gt;"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, this is good. No, a-a-a-and... how does a shrink order his salad? In your opinion, I'd like to know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- wizard of oz:&lt;br /&gt;"Courage! What makes a king out of a slave? Courage! What makes the flag on the mast to wave? Courage! What makes the elephant charge his tusk in the misty mist, or the dusky dusk? What makes the muskrat guard his musk? Courage! What makes the sphinx the seventh wonder? Courage! What makes the dawn come up like thunder? Courage! What makes the Hottentot so hot? What puts the "ape" in apricot? What have they got that I ain't got? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh isso&lt;br /&gt;eu ia bota um video da guillhem&lt;br /&gt;mas, aparentemente, meu 'javascript' estah desatualizado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e 'firebird' tah sold out!!&lt;br /&gt;porqueee?!&lt;br /&gt;soh precisava d 2 entradas!!&lt;br /&gt;corre p compra 'nutcracker'!&lt;br /&gt;sim, eu amo morar em lugares culturalmente culturais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijinho, beijinho, tchau, tchau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In every job that must be done, there is an element of fun. You find the fun, and - SNAP - the job's a game!"&lt;br /&gt;mary poppins&lt;br /&gt;- shes a genious!&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahhahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-6155671915926564855?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/6155671915926564855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/6155671915926564855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/04/arriba.html' title='arriba!'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-4181370836653803119</id><published>2009-04-13T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T06:43:24.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>qué ir mais eu? vamo!</title><content type='html'>e dá-lhe páscoa!&lt;br /&gt;vamos ao ocorrido, sim?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quinta:&lt;br /&gt;pilates&lt;br /&gt;office, office, office&lt;br /&gt;reign over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexta:&lt;br /&gt;2x events - kids&lt;br /&gt;almoço na day+angela&lt;br /&gt;a lot like love&lt;br /&gt;book na arvore roxa&lt;br /&gt;filme novo do zach ephron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabado:&lt;br /&gt;lugar com mtas arvores e um rio c povo da minha dearest tribo do fuel&lt;br /&gt;celular qse morto (qse me deixa morta!)&lt;br /&gt;chai latte&lt;br /&gt;events - kids&lt;br /&gt;charles wilsons war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;domingo:&lt;br /&gt;voltage, voltage - gotta love them!&lt;br /&gt;call family back home&lt;br /&gt;tentativa de aladdin&lt;br /&gt;sonequinha&lt;br /&gt;2.30hrs d carpark&lt;br /&gt;events - kids&lt;br /&gt;cupcake&lt;br /&gt;mais carpark!&lt;br /&gt;so u think u can dance&lt;br /&gt;dormir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;segunda:&lt;br /&gt;(ao som de david crowder e delirious? pq old school é legal)&lt;br /&gt;ser docemente acordada pelas ligaçoes incessantes da minha querida irma as 9am!!&lt;br /&gt;assesments e emails&lt;br /&gt;sisterhood of the traveling pants&lt;br /&gt;cafe + cs lewis&lt;br /&gt;charlotte gray at day+angela&lt;br /&gt;wizard of oz - "for nearly 40 years this story has given faithful service to the Young in Heart; and time has been powerless to put its kindly philosophy out of fashion..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n above all amazed w Gods love 4 me!!&lt;br /&gt;grateful 4 all He has done!&lt;br /&gt;i just dont want 2 get so 'busy' n forget why im doing all these&lt;br /&gt;its just nonsense doing it 4 the sake of doing&lt;br /&gt;but when my eyes r on Him&lt;br /&gt;n on His love&lt;br /&gt;n on how He just gave His life up 4 me!&lt;br /&gt;it all makes sense&lt;br /&gt;n its worth it sacrificing my time to bless n love ppl!&lt;br /&gt;- it isnt a big thing compared to what He did...&lt;br /&gt;but its what i have now... so its what i give&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had more... so i could give more..&lt;br /&gt;but He knows my heart...&lt;br /&gt;isnt it amazing??!&lt;br /&gt;He is so big! but still, He knows me!&lt;br /&gt;n even knowing me, He loves me!&lt;br /&gt;He 1st loved me!&lt;br /&gt;n now theres nothing else to do but love Him w all i am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sylvie guillem e russel maliphant essa semana no opera house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When geniuses collide, sparks fly…so fluently beautiful that you wish it could go on forever.” Daily Telegraph, UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best New Dance Production Laurence Olivier Awards 2006Best Choreography (Modern) National Dance Awards 2006Outstanding Performer in Dance Time Out Live Awards 2006Dance Category South Bank Show Awards 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvie Guillem – the most ‘brilliant ballerina of her generation’ – joins groundbreaking dancer/choreographer &lt;a title="Russell Maliphant" href="http://www.rmcompany.co.uk/"&gt;Russell Maliphant&lt;/a&gt; for a performance of profound beauty, serene grace and astonishing power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encompassing Maliphant’s vast experience of ballet, contemporary dance, capoeira, tai chi and yoga, the mixed program features two solos from Guillem, another from Maliphant, and a duet that  “comes as close to perfection as dance can”. The Telegraph, UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Magical and magnificent...As spectacular a showcase for Guillem’s unique gifts as anyone could devise.” The New York Times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUSH: produced by Sadler’s Wells in collaboration with Russell Maliphant and Sylvie Guillem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sydneyoperahouse.com/whatson/push.aspx"&gt;http://www.sydneyoperahouse.com/whatson/push.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e pq as pessoas n gostam de contemporaneo??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red rover, red rover.&lt;br /&gt;beijos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-4181370836653803119?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/4181370836653803119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/4181370836653803119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/04/que-ir-mais-eu-vamo.html' title='qué ir mais eu? vamo!'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-3472400994030364690</id><published>2009-04-11T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T03:56:06.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>love, love, love.</title><content type='html'>No better word than from your lips&lt;br /&gt;No perfect life than what you lived&lt;br /&gt;No greater gift, no not one&lt;br /&gt;No brighter star has ever shined&lt;br /&gt;No better hope for all mankind&lt;br /&gt;No higher mind, no not one&lt;br /&gt;No one has ever known&lt;br /&gt;This kind of love you’ve shown&lt;br /&gt;There has never been a greater love&lt;br /&gt;Than your son&lt;br /&gt;No. Not one&lt;br /&gt;And there’ll never be a name above&lt;br /&gt;No, Not one&lt;br /&gt;With his life you have forgiven us&lt;br /&gt;Hope has come&lt;br /&gt;Hope has come&lt;br /&gt;And there will never be a greater love&lt;br /&gt;No, Not one&lt;br /&gt;No image true or sweeter frame&lt;br /&gt;No simple word can match your name&lt;br /&gt;No greater fame&lt;br /&gt;No not one&lt;br /&gt;No one has ever seen&lt;br /&gt;The depth of your majesty&lt;br /&gt;No greater call&lt;br /&gt;You gave us all a reason to live&lt;br /&gt;No greater love&lt;br /&gt;You gave us all a reason to give&lt;br /&gt;No greater life&lt;br /&gt;You gave us all a reason to shine&lt;br /&gt;No greater love&lt;br /&gt;Forever mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no not one - brandon heath)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amor do MAIOR coração.&lt;br /&gt;what a love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...to grasp how &lt;strong&gt;wide&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;long&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;high&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;deep&lt;/strong&gt; is the love of Christ, and to know this love that &lt;strong&gt;surpasses knowledge&lt;/strong&gt;—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God."&lt;br /&gt;(eph 3.18-19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy easter bunny budies :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-3472400994030364690?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3472400994030364690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3472400994030364690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-better-word-than-from-your-lips-no.html' title='love, love, love.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-5280529836600967242</id><published>2009-04-09T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:41:07.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>where is your head at?! -- a foto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/Sd3erFtwkCI/AAAAAAAAABc/ab38LP71JTg/s1600-h/Imagem6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322655166471639074" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/Sd3erFtwkCI/AAAAAAAAABc/ab38LP71JTg/s400/Imagem6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/Sd3eimfjG_I/AAAAAAAAABU/xZ5X8GcxpRk/s1600-h/Imagem6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cm se n tivesse mais nd p faze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You take me hiiiiiigheeer!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-5280529836600967242?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/5280529836600967242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/5280529836600967242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-is-your-head-at-foto.html' title='where is your head at?! -- a foto'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/Sd3erFtwkCI/AAAAAAAAABc/ab38LP71JTg/s72-c/Imagem6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-8763620672708726906</id><published>2009-04-09T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:41:37.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>where is your head at?!</title><content type='html'>pascoa amanhaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;yaaay!!&lt;br /&gt;eu tentei pensa numa tradicao boa de pascoa mas n consegui...&lt;br /&gt;soh no classico ovo de pascoa :)&lt;br /&gt;mas eu descobri q eu tenho certos bloqueios contra ovos vendidos em caixa!&lt;br /&gt;sim! pq aqui eles vendem ovos em caixa (qse goiabada cascao) e eu n consegui compra nenhum!&lt;br /&gt;eu tentei! eu tentei!&lt;br /&gt;mas eu olhava praquelas caixas e n deu... im sorry!&lt;br /&gt;entao ai vai a 1a pascoa da minha historia sem ovos (e sem cantata).&lt;br /&gt;enfim, i'll get over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seleta selecao de filmes pro feriado:&lt;br /&gt;the wizard of oz, reign over me, freedom writers, aladdin, charlie wilsom's war, the sisterhood of the traveling pants e ¡three amigos!&lt;br /&gt;(ser ecletica n tem preco!)&lt;br /&gt;e ai vao 7 por 10 - gotta love blockbuster!&lt;br /&gt;diversao d estudantes car-less em um lugar q td fecha as 5 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qto ao titulo desse meu produtivo post&lt;br /&gt;qm disse q n se aprende nd numa aula d body jam?!&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, sinto q havia mais coisa p te contar, querido diario&lt;br /&gt;mas eh isso&lt;br /&gt;vo assisti filme :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouvindo everyday&lt;br /&gt;na epoca q as pessoas batiam palma durante a musica, faziam 2as vozes estranhas e gritavam aleluia no final&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-8763620672708726906?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/8763620672708726906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wBQOXFEnH4Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wBQOXFEnH4Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u gotta love them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-1229036242027398704?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/1229036242027398704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/1229036242027398704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/04/veja-se-n-eh-assim-q-banda-toca.html' title='&quot;veja se n eh assim q a banda toca...&quot;'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-5330255346118826155</id><published>2009-04-06T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:42:17.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>colour debrief</title><content type='html'>posso share algo mais aqui?!&lt;br /&gt;claro q eu posso pq o bog eh meu!!&lt;br /&gt;ehehhehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n soh qria share q eu n do conta d preencher debriefs!!&lt;br /&gt;e eu tenho um gigantesco p preencher!&lt;br /&gt;eh pelo kids...entao faz bem preencher pela consideracao q as pessoas tem a mim&lt;br /&gt;mas q raios eh OH&amp;amp;S??!&lt;br /&gt;onde q isso tava na conferencia?!&lt;br /&gt;cm eu posso dizer se foi bom ou ruim?&lt;br /&gt;e eu sempre vejo o lado bom das coisas (q doçura de menina ^^)&lt;br /&gt;entao qdo me pedem p falar oq n funciono minha 1a reacao eh lascar um "everything was great!"&lt;br /&gt;hehehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pensa raqueeeel&lt;br /&gt;vc consegueee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahhahahahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;eu tenho q sugerir numero d staff e voluntarios pro ano q vem!!&lt;br /&gt;valeeeu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n sei se eu posso share tanto aqui n pq as coisas tendem a ser confidenciais nesse lugar&lt;br /&gt;mas algumas soh pode&lt;br /&gt;ahahhhahahahahhahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did meal breaks suit your team operations?"&lt;br /&gt;sim, virei um pao no final da semana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are your expenses?"&lt;br /&gt;comprar comida no ultimo dia pq n aguentava mais ve pao na minha frente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please give a typical daily break breakdown including lunch/morning &amp;amp; afternoon tea etc"&lt;br /&gt;olha eu me poupei d breakdowns pq era meio complicado&lt;br /&gt;mas se a situacao ficava feia eu ligava p minha irma e tudo se resolvia&lt;br /&gt;no mais era pao, pao, pao, pao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chega&lt;br /&gt;outra hora eu faço isso&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tratemos de outros assuntos&lt;br /&gt;so u think u can dance tah no top 4 agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dance.ten.com.au/"&gt;http://dance.ten.com.au/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaa a kat e o bj sairam...&lt;br /&gt;dozinha&lt;br /&gt;mas a amy tah na final e ela eh minha fave :)&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;diversao familiar d domingo a noite!&lt;br /&gt;hehehehhehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iiiiii tem roupa na maquina p estende&lt;br /&gt;hahhahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;q housewifee&lt;br /&gt;gotta go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;q doce eh esse lugar :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-5330255346118826155?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/5330255346118826155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/5330255346118826155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/04/colour-debrief.html' title='colour debrief'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-3877696605413366427</id><published>2009-04-05T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:42:43.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>quem foi que disse que eu controlo meu guidom?!</title><content type='html'>fim d domingo jogada no sofa dpois d 3 cultos, mtos texts, so u think u can dance, janta apimentada, m&amp;amp;ms, crombie, jimmy needham, be the change e assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e amanha d manha tem q chega cedo no college p arruma as coisas do events do espresso&lt;br /&gt;e a pergunta q n se cala 'cm eu fui me enfia nisso?!'&lt;br /&gt;ahahahhahahahha&lt;br /&gt;enfim a gnt se diverte no fim das contas :)&lt;br /&gt;td pela causa hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colour foi mto boa e eu ainda to digerindo mta coisa&lt;br /&gt;na verdade grande parte ja foi digerida, mas eu ainda to tentando achar palavras certas q façam jus a tds as novas ideias e sonhos&lt;br /&gt;uma new season coming&lt;br /&gt;proximos passos sendo definidos&lt;br /&gt;n sei onde o final eh, mas a jornada eh empolgante&lt;br /&gt;caminhos q me levam onde eu nunca imaginei!!&lt;br /&gt;yes!&lt;br /&gt;e vamo q vamo!&lt;br /&gt;pq 'a vida eh breve, o tempo vai passar - q eu saiba aproveitar!'&lt;br /&gt;greater things still to be done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e twitter me diverte!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eu acho q eh isso&lt;br /&gt;to c sono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-3877696605413366427?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3877696605413366427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3877696605413366427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/04/quem-foi-que-disse-que-eu-controlo-meu.html' title='quem foi que disse que eu controlo meu guidom?!'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-914592751581620674</id><published>2009-03-23T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:43:04.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>life lately</title><content type='html'>depois de quase duas semanas estamos de volta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alguns pontos que precisam ser registrados pra geraçoes futuras (em caso de eu ficar famosa) sobre essas duas ultimas semanas - ou pelo menos pra mim mesma num dia daqueles que a gente fica afim de relembra o que já viveu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- shopping faz bem!&lt;br /&gt;lenços novos fazem bem!&lt;br /&gt;jeans novo faz bem!&lt;br /&gt;(eu acho q um dia vo le isso aqui e pensa 'nossa, lenço, que fora de moda!' hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- project moda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.projectmoda.com/"&gt;http://www.projectmoda.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;achado durante 'so u think u can dance'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Introducing Shannon Holtzapffel and Simon Lind. Together, they form Project Moda – where choreography meets stage direction meets artist development meets event production… and even more.&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But simple choreographers they are not. Highly skilled artist developers and image masterminds, they help artists create a unique image with personalised choreography and sophisticated style through interview technique. They also put together performing arts workshops, and help find the right entertainers for the right shows. Plus they work extensively with corporate clients to put on imaginative events that are on brand, and out of this world.&lt;br /&gt;Whether you’re looking to put a hot routine together, or hold an unforgettable event, or even get a brand new image - &lt;a href="http://www.projectmoda.com/ContactUs.html"&gt;talk to Shannon and Simon&lt;/a&gt;, and find out what Project Moda can do for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- jimmy needham (ainda em processo de descoberta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jimmyneedham.com/index.php"&gt;http://www.jimmyneedham.com/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jimmyneedham"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/jimmyneedham&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;musica legal&lt;br /&gt;e eh soh isso q eu sei por enquanto&lt;br /&gt;pq eu soh ouvi uma musica e meia depois do espresso&lt;br /&gt;mas eh legal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pessoas sao engracadas&lt;br /&gt;n tem motivo nenhum em particular d escreve isso aqui&lt;br /&gt;deu vontade&lt;br /&gt;e nao eh mentira, eh?!&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 3 durmidas p colour!!!&lt;br /&gt;excitment nas alturas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- dei jeito na vida e arrumei meu quarto&lt;br /&gt;agora soh falta termina d faze laundry e aspira&lt;br /&gt;mas isso eh tranquilo&lt;br /&gt;ah e compra uma lampada nova pro abajur&lt;br /&gt;mas tah lindo!!&lt;br /&gt;td tao limpinho e tao no lugar!&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;mas eu acho q meu despertador foi pro lixo junto c o lixo d verdade!!!&lt;br /&gt;ahahahhahahahahhahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- eu necessito d salao brasileiro confiavel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- twittering eh engracado!&lt;br /&gt;eu acho q eh por isso q no momento eu acho pessoas engracadas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- jude 1.2&lt;br /&gt;message&lt;br /&gt;'relax, everything's going to be all right; rest, everything's coming together; open your hearts, love is on the way!'&lt;br /&gt;preciso dizer algo?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- CGs, RDGs e KDGs sempre impagaveis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- assistir narnia eh outra coisa q sempre faz bem!!&lt;br /&gt;'he's not a tame lion'&lt;br /&gt;'what do they teach in schools these days? '&lt;br /&gt;'so much for love'&lt;br /&gt;'that when a willing victim who has committed no treachery, is killed in a traitor's stead, the stone table will crack, and even death itself would turn backwards. '&lt;br /&gt;'do not cite the Deep Magic to me witch. I was there when it was written.'&lt;br /&gt;'once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen. may your wisdom grace us until the stars rain down from the heavens.'&lt;br /&gt;'oh, I expect so. but it'll probably happen when you're not looking for it. all the same... best to keep your eyes open.'&lt;br /&gt;'there's a right bit more than hope. Aslan... is on the move. '&lt;br /&gt;'it's like a dream...or a dream of a dream.'&lt;br /&gt;podia escreve o filme todo na verdade...&lt;br /&gt;cm faz bem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- offices sao engracados!&lt;br /&gt;e eh o lugar q as pessoas mais amar p revelar seus lados engracados!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- but above all, God is good and His love endures FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e agora eh o fim da segunda feira mais longa da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;ainda falta termina varias (varias!) coisas p colour e liga p 2 meninas novas do RDG (lindas!)&lt;br /&gt;mas amanha o dia vai ser longo tb... entao dah tempo ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chega vo durmi.&lt;br /&gt;xo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-914592751581620674?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/914592751581620674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/914592751581620674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-lately.html' title='life lately'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-3933861781771721375</id><published>2009-03-11T04:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:43:33.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>intervalo comercial.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kikki-k.com.au/catalog/index.html"&gt;http://www.kikki-k.com.au/catalog/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos u gotta love stationery :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-3933861781771721375?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3933861781771721375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3933861781771721375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/03/intervalo-comercial.html' title='intervalo comercial.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-5474897000161711861</id><published>2009-03-10T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:43:54.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>minha nova filinha ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/SbZfLfPyUDI/AAAAAAAAABM/mSU99vnKqtk/s1600-h/1229390094092_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311537461500989490" style="WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/SbZfLfPyUDI/AAAAAAAAABM/mSU99vnKqtk/s320/1229390094092_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-5474897000161711861?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/5474897000161711861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/5474897000161711861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_10.html' title='minha nova filinha ;)'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/SbZfLfPyUDI/AAAAAAAAABM/mSU99vnKqtk/s72-c/1229390094092_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-4531371351382740448</id><published>2009-03-09T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:44:23.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>to write love in her arms.</title><content type='html'>the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro the Lion is loud in the speakers, and the city waits just outside our open windows. She sits and sings, legs crossed in the passenger seat, her pretty voice hiding in the volume. Music is a safe place and Pedro is her favorite. It hits me that she won't see this skyline for several weeks, and we will be without her. I lean forward, knowing this will be written, and I ask what she'd say if her story had an audience. She smiles. &lt;strong&gt;"Tell them to look up. Tell them to remember the stars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I would rather write her a song, because songs don't wait to resolve, and because songs mean so much to her. Stories wait for endings, but songs are brave things bold enough to sing when all they know is darkness. These words, like most words, will be written next to midnight, between hurricane and harbor, as both claim to save her.&lt;br /&gt;Renee is 19. When I meet her, cocaine is fresh in her system. She hasn't slept in 36 hours and she won't for another 24. It is a familiar blur of coke, pot, pills and alcohol. She has agreed to meet us, to listen and to let us pray. We ask Renee to come with us, to leave this broken night. She says she'll go to rehab tomorrow, but she isn't ready now. It is too great a change. We pray and say goodbye and it is hard to leave without her.&lt;br /&gt;She has known such great pain; haunted dreams as a child, the near-constant presence of evil ever since. She has felt the touch of awful naked men, battled depression and addiction, and attempted suicide. Her arms remember razor blades, fifty scars that speak of self-inflicted wounds. Six hours after I meet her, she is feeling trapped, two groups of "friends" offering opposite ideas. Everyone is asleep. The sun is rising. She drinks long from a bottle of liquor, takes a razor blade from the table and locks herself in the bathroom. She cuts herself, using the blade to write "FUCK UP" large across her left forearm.&lt;br /&gt;The nurse at the treatment center finds the wound several hours later. The center has no detox, names her too great a risk, and does not accept her. For the next five days, she is ours to love. We become her hospital and the possibility of healing fills our living room with life. It is unspoken and there are only a few of us, but we will be her church, the body of Christ coming alive to meet her needs, to write love on her arms.&lt;br /&gt;She is full of contrast, more alive and closer to death than anyone I've known, like a Johnny Cash song or some theatre star. She owns attitude and humor beyond her 19 years, and when she tells me her story, she is humble and quiet and kind, shaped by the pain of a hundred lifetimes. I sit privileged but breaking as she shares. Her life has been so dark yet there is some soft hope in her words, and on consecutive evenings, I watch the prettiest girls in the room tell her that she's beautiful. I think it's God reminding her.&lt;br /&gt;I've never walked this road, but I decide that if we're going to run a five-day rehab, it is going to be the coolest in the country. It is going to be rock and roll. We start with the basics; lots of fun, too much Starbucks and way too many cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night she is in the balcony for Band Marino, Orlando's finest. They are indie-folk-fabulous, a movement disguised as a circus. She loves them and she smiles when I point out the A&amp;amp;R man from Atlantic Europe, in town from London just to catch this show. She is in good seats when the Magic beat the Sonics the next night, screaming like a lifelong fan with every Dwight Howard dunk. On the way home, we stop for more coffee and books, Blue Like Jazz and (Anne Lamott's) Travelling Mercies. On Saturday, the Taste of Chaos tour is in town and I'm not even sure we can get in, but doors do open and minutes after parking, we are on stage for Thrice, one of her favorite bands. She stands ten feet from the drummer, smiling constantly. It is a bright moment there in the music, as light and rain collide above the stage. It feels like healing. It is certainly hope. Sunday night is church and many gather after the service to pray for Renee, this her last night before entering rehab. Some are strangers but all are friends tonight. The prayers move from broken to bold, all encouraging. We're talking to God but I think as much, we're talking to her, telling her she's loved, saying she does not go alone. One among us knows her best. Ryan sits in the corner strumming an acoustic guitar, singing songs she's inspired. After church our house fills with friends, there for a few more moments before goodbye. Everyone has some gift for her, some note or hug or piece of encouragement. She pulls me aside and tells me she would like to give me something. I smile surprised, wondering what it could be. We walk through the crowded living room, to the garage and her stuff. She hands me her last razor blade, tells me it is the one she used to cut her arm and her last lines of cocaine five nights before. She's had it with her ever since, shares that tonight will be the hardest night and she shouldn't have it. I hold it carefully, thank her and know instantly that this moment, this gift, will stay with me. It hits me to wonder if this great feeling is what Christ knows when we surrender our broken hearts, when we trade death for life. As we arrive at the treatment center, she finishes: &lt;strong&gt;"The stars are always there but we miss them in the dirt and clouds. We miss them in the storms. Tell them to remember hope. We have hope."&lt;/strong&gt; I have watched life come back to her, and it has been a privilege. When our time with her began, someone suggested shifts but that is the language of business. &lt;strong&gt;Love is something better. I have been challenged and changed, reminded that love is that simple answer to so many of our hardest questions.&lt;/strong&gt; Don Miller says we're called to hold our hands against the wounds of a broken world, to stop the bleeding. I agree so greatly. We often ask God to show up. We pray prayers of rescue. Perhaps God would ask us to be that rescue, to be His body, to move for things that matter. He is not invisible when we come alive. I might be simple but more and more, I believe God works in love, speaks in love, is revealed in our love. I have seen that this week and honestly, it has been simple: Take a broken girl, treat her like a famous princess, give her the best seats in the house. Buy her coffee and cigarettes for the coming down, books and bathroom things for the days ahead. Tell her something true when all she's known are lies. Tell her God loves her. Tell her about forgiveness, the possibility of freedom, tell her she was made to dance in white dresses. All these things are true. We are only asked to love, to offer hope to the many hopeless. We don't get to choose all the endings, but we are asked to play the rescuers. We won't solve all mysteries and our hearts will certainly break in such a vulnerable life, but it is the best way. We were made to be lovers bold in broken places, pouring ourselves out again and again until we're called home. I have learned so much in one week with one brave girl. She is alive now, in the patience and safety of rehab, covered in marks of madness but choosing to believe that God makes things new, that He meant hope and healing in the stars. She would ask you to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twloha.com/index.php"&gt;http://www.twloha.com/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tshirts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zambooie.com/twloha/index.tpl?cart=12365980331930420"&gt;http://www.zambooie.com/twloha/index.tpl?cart=12365980331930420&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twloha.com/blog/"&gt;http://www.twloha.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-4531371351382740448?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/4531371351382740448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/4531371351382740448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-write-love-in-her-arms.html' title='to write love in her arms.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-7414520729150715795</id><published>2009-03-06T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:44:23.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>as 4am</title><content type='html'>tem horas q eu qria ser mais focada&lt;br /&gt;planejar e seguir o planejamento&lt;br /&gt;conseguir fazer assesments em meia hora&lt;br /&gt;arrumar meu guarda-roupa&lt;br /&gt;aspirar o corredor&lt;br /&gt;ler mais livros em menos tempo&lt;br /&gt;lembrar d passar creme q limpa o rosto&lt;br /&gt;disciplina&lt;br /&gt;ser acostumada a fazer coisas mais precisas e produtivas&lt;br /&gt;n q eu seja uma lazy-sem-solucao q n qr nd c a vida&lt;br /&gt;mas jah sao  qse 4am&lt;br /&gt;eu tenho q me arrumar p  ir pro breakky do kingdom builders&lt;br /&gt;e soh fiz meia pergunta do assesment pra 2a!!&lt;br /&gt;e nd do trianing do kids&lt;br /&gt;e nd d mais nd!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaas por outro lado terminei d assistir gilmore&lt;br /&gt;(foi lindo!! chorei nos 2 ultimos episodios!)&lt;br /&gt;respondi scraps&lt;br /&gt;e fiz um twitter!!!&lt;br /&gt;pra q raios eu qro um twitter?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas enfim&lt;br /&gt;coisas mto boa acontecendo por outro lado&lt;br /&gt;gilmore faz parte da minha lista add (assim cm esse blog), mas faz parte dos meus accomplishments da semana!&lt;br /&gt;terminei a a ultima temporada!!&lt;br /&gt;foi uma jornada d auto-descoberta&lt;br /&gt;ahahahhahahahhahahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;"perfect storm of caffeine n genetics!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e hj teve fuel explosion nite&lt;br /&gt;e tinham 9 meninas do meu rdg hj!!&lt;br /&gt;9!!&lt;br /&gt;e 5 converteram!!!!&lt;br /&gt;5!!&lt;br /&gt;empolgadissima c o q Deus vai faze na vida dessas meninas!!&lt;br /&gt;man, i wanna set the world on fire!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eu scanniei mais d 100 fts velhas do youth&lt;br /&gt;e vo começa a faze shine em blacktown!&lt;br /&gt;e aulas tem sido bem produtivas!&lt;br /&gt;e liguei p voltage kids!&lt;br /&gt;e fui na academia!&lt;br /&gt;e comi peixe!&lt;br /&gt;mas q menina saudavel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh isso;&lt;br /&gt;vo ir fazer algo produtivo.&lt;br /&gt;love always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-7414520729150715795?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/7414520729150715795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/7414520729150715795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-4am.html' title='as 4am'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-3837528438679126431</id><published>2009-02-26T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:44:23.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>ao som de lisa gungor.</title><content type='html'>cm perspectivas mudam, nao?!&lt;br /&gt;n thank God 4 that :)&lt;br /&gt;"i feel change coming"&lt;br /&gt;actually, it has already come!&lt;br /&gt;being the change i wanna see (not lisa. colour.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o fim de semana jah começa d novo!!!&lt;br /&gt;yaaayy!!&lt;br /&gt;e cd vez mais divertido!!&lt;br /&gt;trainings/visitas/office/fuel/vision builders/kids/voltage/voltage/carpark/album recording&lt;br /&gt;"the big n the small" - all great things in my sweet n adventurous journey :)&lt;br /&gt;e sempre algo surpreendente!&lt;br /&gt;something normal turned into something beautiful! (not lisa. jars.)&lt;br /&gt;cos He's way "more than just a name"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e mto gjs por vir, sure!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e dpois d mto cafe numa noite soh a gnt trabalha pq eh o melhor q a gnt faz ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love.&lt;br /&gt;"so i surrender all that i am 4 His plan. im just a carrier."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-3837528438679126431?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3837528438679126431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3837528438679126431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/02/ao-som-de-lisa-gungor.html' title='ao som de lisa gungor.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-7529382585047837164</id><published>2009-02-22T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:44:23.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>(blank)</title><content type='html'>20 semanas.&lt;br /&gt;brazil again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"de resto eu não me prendo&lt;br /&gt;o meu fardo é leve, ouvi dizer&lt;br /&gt;a vida é breve, o tempo vai passar&lt;br /&gt;que eu saiba aproveitar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(se por acaso - crombie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feliz carnaval.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-7529382585047837164?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/7529382585047837164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/7529382585047837164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/02/blank.html' title='(blank)'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-798683766899900612</id><published>2009-02-18T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:44:23.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>o que é meu tá guardado ;)</title><content type='html'>mais d 2.30am&lt;br /&gt;e contando&lt;br /&gt;no meio d leituras, torradas, danças uniformizadas e traduções, n imaginei q eu pudesse chegar em tantas conclusoes dpois d certas horas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ironically people are hungry for simple because the world has become much more complex (...) simple is in. simple works. ppl respond to simple."&lt;br /&gt;(simple church - thom s. rainer and eric geiger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hail to the King!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do not arouse or awaken love untill it so desires."&lt;br /&gt;ss 2. 7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-798683766899900612?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/798683766899900612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/798683766899900612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-que-e-meu-ta-guardado.html' title='o que é meu tá guardado ;)'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-3417685367700188230</id><published>2009-02-18T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:44:23.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>food for thought</title><content type='html'>wisdom thoughts by ps. steve penny (wave church - virginia beach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the problem that infurious u the most is the one that God has called u to solve&lt;br /&gt;- the secret of ur future is hidden in ur daily routine&lt;br /&gt;- intolerance of ur present creates ur future&lt;br /&gt;- those that cannot increase u will eventually decrease u&lt;br /&gt;- u'll never leave where u r 'till u decide where u wanna be&lt;br /&gt;- when fatique walks in, faith walks out&lt;br /&gt;- when u discover ur assignment, u discover ur enemy&lt;br /&gt;- what u repetelly hear, u'll eventually believe&lt;br /&gt;- what u respect u'll attract&lt;br /&gt;- men decide their habits, n ur habits decide ur future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- the proof of desire is pursuit &lt;/strong&gt;(fav!!)&lt;br /&gt;- when God wants to bless u, He puts a person in ur life. when the devil wants to curse u, he puts a person in ur life&lt;br /&gt;- never discuss ur problems w someone who is incapable to solve it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raquel.dearaujo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"above n b4 all, do this: GET WISDOM..." (pv 4. 7)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-3417685367700188230?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3417685367700188230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/3417685367700188230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/02/food-for-thought.html' title='food for thought'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-2706313410764009009</id><published>2009-02-17T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:44:23.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>for such a time as this.</title><content type='html'>mta coisa acontece em 12 dias&lt;br /&gt;de queda drástica da temperatura to gravação do i heart (or whatever it was),&lt;br /&gt;últimas semanas have been quite epics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;li 'one night w the king' in the last 2 days devido a minha cold e a consequente falta de vontade de sair de casa...&lt;br /&gt;but what a book!!&lt;br /&gt;recomendadíssimo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when u r in the presence of the King of kings, destiny - not just ur own but the world's - can change in the twinkling of an eye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i never forget those moments w the King of kings, not ever. today, i suppose i am the most expendable person u could imagine. an old infirm man. one good whack of a bandit's sword would do me in. yet i remember, w/out vanity i hope, that i have stood in His presence n found favor w Him. n no one can ever take the joy, the knowledge, the certainty of that away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i hoped as much 4 u, dear. but u know, i learned long ago, after the death of our families, that sometimes we have to live w far less than our highest wish. yet even, G-d walks through he disappointment w us. we r not second-class persons to Him just because our lives have taken us to some low places - some of them of our own making, some of them not. i believe even then He can do mighty things through us. He can reveal a ourpose 4 our suffering. your story is not over, hadassah. in fact, i'm convinced it has hardly begun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but i could not afford to spend time pining 4 the past time in my life. the present demanded all i could give. n more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"influence flows from intimacy - true influence based on the deepest trust flows out of the richest intimacy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...always remember that favor can restore in a day what was stolen over a lifetime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no mais, mto fuel, mto voltage, mto youth, mto kids, mtos offices, mtas calls, mtos carparks, mtos tutorials, mats classes, mtos espressos (short, strong n powerful!), mtas chapels, mta gnt nova, mtos emails, mtos txts, mtos packs, mtas piadinhas, mta roupa p lavar, mtos - mas mtos - coffees, mtos chicletes, mtos rdgs, mtos cgs, mta chuva, mto vento, mta chuva de vento, mto crombie, e mais um pouco de café.&lt;br /&gt;e lots of &lt;strong&gt;faith&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt; n &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;coz in the end, thats all that matters :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all folks.&lt;br /&gt;much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GOD MADE MY LIFE COMPLETE WHEN I PLACED ALL THE PIECES B4 HIM..."&lt;br /&gt;-ps 18. 20&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-2706313410764009009?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/2706313410764009009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/2706313410764009009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='for such a time as this.'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-2952138819252104860</id><published>2009-02-05T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:44:23.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>intense intensive week</title><content type='html'>querido diário de bordo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semana bem intensa mas bem proveitosa.&lt;br /&gt;- pq afinal, busy n eh o msm q fruitful -&lt;br /&gt;mas os 2 podem ocorrer ao msm tempo, igual essa semana.&lt;br /&gt;soh n liguei ainda pro max e n fiz nd d kids office...&lt;br /&gt;maas liguei p tds minhas rdg girls e fui no connect e o rdg foi o mais engraçado do planeta!&lt;br /&gt;- pq when a man loves a woman...hehehe -&lt;br /&gt;aulas bem produtivas, even as q falam de email etiquette (valeu, steve!)&lt;br /&gt;chapels sem explicaçao!&lt;br /&gt;epicas as always!&lt;br /&gt;e eu ainda fiz body jam 2a p mamae e p meu pt rapper ficarem orgulhosos :)&lt;br /&gt;e ainda li cs lewis&lt;br /&gt;e, hopefully, amanha começo outro livro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e p completa, mto proverbios e mta sabedoria&lt;br /&gt;e vamo q vamo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, lover of my soul&lt;br /&gt;All consuming fire is in Your gaze&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I will follow you all my days&lt;br /&gt;For no one else in history is like you&lt;br /&gt;And history itself belongs to you&lt;br /&gt;Alpha and Omega,&lt;br /&gt;You have loved me&lt;br /&gt;And I will share eternity with You&lt;br /&gt;It's all about You, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;And all this is for You&lt;br /&gt;For Your glory and your fame&lt;br /&gt;It's not about me&lt;br /&gt;As if You should do things my way&lt;br /&gt;You alone are God&lt;br /&gt;And I surrender to your ways&lt;br /&gt;(Paul Oakley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos, diário.&lt;br /&gt;a gnt se vê.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-2952138819252104860?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/2952138819252104860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/2952138819252104860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/02/intense-intensive-week.html' title='intense intensive week'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-4743447018408801652</id><published>2009-02-03T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:44:23.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>did the capitain of the titanic cry?</title><content type='html'>hj foi dia d connect&lt;br /&gt;dpois d combined staff mtg - funniest ever :)&lt;br /&gt;e 4hrs d robert fergusson - epic!&lt;br /&gt;e a gnt tava conversando sobre algumas 'hard questions' q a gnt tem q face&lt;br /&gt;not only as ldrs, but as ppl, as christians&lt;br /&gt;so, here they r:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. who r my cose friends n who do i allow to sharpen me?&lt;br /&gt;2. am i teachable? how do i respond to criticism?&lt;br /&gt;3. who am i personally leading to Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;4. how well do i handle my finances?&lt;br /&gt;5. is this my opportunity or im just waiting 4 it?&lt;br /&gt;6. does my timetable reflect a priority 4 ppl, Jesus, Bible n prayer?&lt;br /&gt;7. what attitude do i have when submiting to a decision that i dont like/understand?&lt;br /&gt;8. who threatens me n how do i handle other ppl's success?&lt;br /&gt;9. if numbers tell a story, what story r they telling?&lt;br /&gt;10. what words would a person use to describe me?&lt;br /&gt;11. do i really care 4 what im doing? where is my heart?&lt;br /&gt;12. am i approachable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they all really challenged me&lt;br /&gt;am not sure if i could pick only one&lt;br /&gt;but i think that now i have to work them out&lt;br /&gt;not only sit n think about it&lt;br /&gt;but live it out&lt;br /&gt;n see/dream/experience/tell/do/live greater things!&lt;br /&gt;n value my dear 24hrs&lt;br /&gt;e vo vivendo um dia d cd vez p eu n me perder :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eh isso ai&lt;br /&gt;preciso achar meu timetable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-4743447018408801652?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/4743447018408801652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/4743447018408801652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/02/did-capitain-of-titanic-cry.html' title='did the capitain of the titanic cry?'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-6174282583565418333</id><published>2009-02-01T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:44:23.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>ah, os domingos...</title><content type='html'>benditos domingos!&lt;br /&gt;nd cm um bom sorvetinho ao som de crombie no fim do dia :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vision sunday foi mto inspiring!&lt;br /&gt;im excited i was born for such a time as this!&lt;br /&gt;coz we've got new years b4, but never 09!&lt;br /&gt;yes, the best is yet to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sono.&lt;br /&gt;um dia eu get used to this thing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compartilhando apos ouvir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/crombies"&gt;www.myspace.com/crombies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-6174282583565418333?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/6174282583565418333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3763420938739809865/posts/default/6174282583565418333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quel-araujo.blogspot.com/2009/02/ah-os-domingos.html' title='ah, os domingos...'/><author><name>raquel.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fxzIeiGvVs/S42O1ZA-OuI/AAAAAAAAACY/HHw00jj9Pos/S220/OgAAAIINYq0dTPWxCk6z7ALr4QIm_Dtjv8BaCdnKWmxITWyqn6iCXYOoiT190HbmZuFO1o0cYUdmCO4tR1MDtd1Hm2UAm1T1UAlPNbi_k_PzGW3x4oTe-q4bTFtM.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3763420938739809865.post-2077277586115453227</id><published>2009-01-31T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:44:23.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at sydney.'/><title type='text'>new as</title><content type='html'>porque são 00.04am e deu vontade de fazer algo novo.&lt;br /&gt;e coisas novas sempre fazem bem, por mais simples que sejam :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3763420938739809865-2077277586115453227?l=quel-araujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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