<?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-9156324879238105068</id><updated>2012-01-30T11:02:08.485+09:00</updated><category term='Letters'/><category term='comments'/><category term='Academy'/><category term='papers'/><title type='text'>Me write pretty one day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faustolucena.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156324879238105068/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faustolucena.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lucena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061177522656662211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k1HukgzggVQ/Tw_FpVkJmUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/z2o0gA6K5gs/s220/CVphoto.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156324879238105068.post-7498840414195520507</id><published>2010-09-19T00:13:00.077+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T05:47:56.195+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Academy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papers'/><title type='text'>Paper rejections: a coin tossing in science or a conservative narrow-minded view of science toward the authors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have received (September 17, 2010) a decision about a paper that I submitted to a biomedical engineering journal on November 08, 2010. Guess What? The decision was rejection after the editor received ONE advice email. This is the second rejection that I received this week (I promise to make another critic comment on the other rejection soon). It is not that I didn't have received rejections before, but this one make me think that some referees are not capable of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;making constructive commentaries on the paper that they are assigned to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;as they should be.  In special, it is interesting to see how referees are biased towards their own fields (I explain below).  I wonder why they don't just decline the invitation to review a paper if they don't have time to do it or is not their subject of interest. That, of course, would be a much more simple solution, because now I need to submit the paper to another journal. It implies that I will need to bother the other authors to ask if they agree on sending the paper to  journal &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt; and spending more time formatting the file to follow the journal &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt; guidelines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the following lines, I show in blue, the comments that made the editor-in-chief reject my paper followed by my comments in red, then I come back again to the discussion in black. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Few remainders are in green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This paper deals with electrocardiographic analysis of heart rate and is suggested to be applicable to diagnose heart failure in patients, and to discriminate heart failure form sinus rhythm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;This is the general idea of the paper according to the referee view. Until here is OK. It is wonderful when someone can understand what are you trying to explain. This paragraph is very common among scientific authors and reflect politeness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Unfortunately, the referee didn't have time to check the phrase after writing it to correct small mistakes, as we can see at the end of the paragraph.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;In some cultures, as the Japanese, mistakes like that are considered a very rude behavior. It shows that someone didn't have time for a double check before submission. In particular, I agree with the Japaneses, because it sounds that you are careless to the person to whom you are writing to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The background is very confusing. Most heart failure patients are in normal sinus rhythm. Normal sinus rhythm is a prerequisite for its autonomic modulation. The diagnosis of heart failure is not made by electrocardiographic analysis, as the authors appear to suggest. Echocardiography is usually employed to quantify ejection fraction, but subjective criteria (dyspnoea, fatigue on exertion) as well as other objective criteria (rales etc) are important as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am asking myself which king of background in heart rate variability the referee has. It appears to me that the referee is struggling to differentiate between disease (congestive heart failure) and healthy (normal sinus rhythm). The term normal sinus rhythm means that the heart rhythm is normally produced on the sinoatrial node and its electrical impulse travels without any abnormally in the heart. Note that it is easy  to the referee to judge the quality of the paper according his/her field instead of checking if the applied methodology is a well-used approach on other field. The referee point of view would be much more easy to understand if the referee had used a simple example to clarify what she/he is thinking about. Or, am I wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Somewhat I feel that the referee is biased to judge this work according to the &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;first two lines of the  second paragraph, where the referee states: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Most heart failure patients are in normal sinus rhythm. Normal sinus rhythm is a prerequisite for its autonomic modulation."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Although the first phrase is correctly stated, I am almost sure that the second phase is not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;. Therefore it is hard to accept that someone with large experience on (computers in) cardiology (or engineering) could write something like that without prejudice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Let me explain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;It is well-known that the heart (not including the transplant cases) is (almost) continually subject to autonomic regulation. From the moment the heart cannot maintain a proper cardiac output, we can assume that there is a problem, influencing thus the electrical activity of the heart, resulting in an abnormal cardiac state (e.g., congestive heart failure). Consequently, the cardiac state will also influence the cardiac modulation. But, it seems to me that the referee doesn't want to accept that congestive heart failure and normal sinus rhythm are different cardiac states. I also believe that the second part of the phrase should be better stated the other way around; that is, autonomic modulation is a prerequisite for normal sinus rhythm, but not [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;a prerequisite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;] to congestive heart failure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I am not sure if  I understand why the referee used &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;the possessive adjective ITS on the second part the phrase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Could someone help me to solve this mystery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Lesson learned. Nothing is obvious. I should have made clear what I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; want to mean with normal sinus rhythm when I have the chance.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Rejecting a paper because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; of minor comments is ridiculous and sounds like a bad joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;All  right, if the appeal of the referee could have being that  the number of  samples used to classify congestive heart failure from normal sinus  rhythm it is not enough, then it would be a good start point for a  discussion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;However,  it would only make sense if the propose technique was intended to be  applied to other fields than the ones involving congestive heart failure  and normal sinus rhythm. One experienced referee on the subject knows  that a common problem here is to have enough samples from a refutable  database. By  "refutable database" I mean that anyone could use the same  signals to test the results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;There are also minor comments (if there are any) that I would like to highlight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;In the first part of the email the referee says &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This paper deals with electrocardiographic analysis of heart rate"&lt;/span&gt;. In the second paragraph the referee states the contrary &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;the diagnosis of heart failure is not made by electrocardiographic analysis..."&lt;/span&gt;. Which one is he correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;  An interesting point that call my attention is that the referee start to explain about a topic that is not cited in the paper at all. If I have a chance, I would like to directly ask  the referee to point out in  which  part of the text he/she  found the word &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;echocardiography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. I wish I could post the paper or a link to it, so anyone could verify&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;what I am emphasizing here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;So far, in only two paragraphs, there are so many disconnect points that  I  would say  that the paper was refereed by a PhD student at most, but I am almost sure  that I am wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time: It is not that PhD students are inept  to do perform a good review, it is just that they lack of  experience in most of the time to make concise comments on their own. There are a plenty number of exceptions, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Relevance of the methods therefore seems absent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The last paragraph sounds to me that until the minor reviews are observed (or corrected), the rest of the paper is not worthy of further consideration. Thus, I don&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;'t believe  that the referee tried  to  understand the methods described on the paper. In fact, the phase is too short to mean anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;A point that deserves attention is the use of the word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; on the phase above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;It should not be used to disclose   opinions on scientific writing. The reason is simple, it is too vague to express any meaningful idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;In other words,  I need to guess what the referee is trying to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;And, in science, there is not space to such a thing like guess.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am glad that the review process only took eight days to send me a note about my paper, but I am little confused (to not say shocked) with the comments of the referee. I hope that the next referee assigned to review my paper will be less biased towards minor review and more interested on pointing out serious flows to increase the impact of the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, there are referees to whom papers are assigned  that are likely to have a conservative narrow-minded view of science. Note that to avoid a dubious interpretation, the term conservative narrow-minded view refers to referees that are strongly connected to traditional attitudes and values, and that are cautious about any kind of changes. Perhaps, if someone has a different term to describe those referees, please let me know. I believe that there are so many other points in which referees could kindly help authors to improve the quality of their papers that is shameful when referees tend to forget the meaning of the term peer-review because of few mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that the referee strongly influenced the decision of the editor-in-chief in rejecting my paper because of minor reviews (according to my opinion), the referee's opinion should be respected above all. Maybe, I could include she/he in the category of masters of the universe (topic to another post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Someone after reading the post can suggest that I should have appealed of the decision, but  I will  say that is not worthy to try. I will explain in another post why it is better not try to appeal of the  editorial board committee decision. 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKKoXAaNcJ0/SAuM8pGVltI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NLUEU3hERk8/s1600-h/allan1.jpg"&gt;Several results this week, but I cant show them here. Of course, you understand that they still unpublished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKKoXAaNcJ0/SAuM8pGVltI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NLUEU3hERk8/s400/allan1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191397968927102674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156324879238105068-2914995063314166239?l=faustolucena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faustolucena.blogspot.com/feeds/2914995063314166239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156324879238105068&amp;postID=2914995063314166239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156324879238105068/posts/default/2914995063314166239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156324879238105068/posts/default/2914995063314166239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faustolucena.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='Results'/><author><name>Lucena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061177522656662211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k1HukgzggVQ/Tw_FpVkJmUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/z2o0gA6K5gs/s220/CVphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKKoXAaNcJ0/SAuM8pGVltI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NLUEU3hERk8/s72-c/allan1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156324879238105068.post-3879862063369756543</id><published>2008-03-07T01:59:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:32:20.187+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKKoXAaNcJ0/R9ag2iv1fkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KCuGTDpPIfY/s1600-h/boring.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKKoXAaNcJ0/R9ag2iv1fkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KCuGTDpPIfY/s400/boring.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176501680609787458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;Dia boring!!!!!!!!!! Nada alem de nda para fazer a nao ser estudar. Nada de novo. Ben, o texano, deveria estar aqui para me tirar do laboratorio e fazer alguma coisa inutil, mas pelo menos nao tao frustante que contar os minutos para receber um email. Alias, mandei dois e-mails importantes hj. Um para a conferencia da China que esta me tirando a paciencia e o outro sobre um extended paper que vou mandar ate dia 15. Faz o cafe. Dormir e' so um detalhe. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;Jantei com o Celso Satoshi Sakuraba, agora tem que falar o nome todo. E tanto nome que nem sei o qual usar. Para mim tanto faz Lucena quanto Fausto. Ninguem fala meu nome direito mesmo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;Hj cansei e me reservei no laboratorio onde estao as impressoras. Ninguem enche meu saquinho por la. Fico na minha, ninguem passa averiguando o que estou fazendo. E finalmente o dia se torna produtivo, olho no relogio, vou perder o ultimo metro!    Arriiiiiiiii Eguaaaaaaaaaa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;Faz mais de uma semana que meu ombro me perturba. Ele doi ta bom!!!!!! Muitoooooo. Eu sou turrao!!!!!! Daqueles que nao da o braco a torcer. Tipo ta doendo, bota mais peso, assim acostuma com a dor. Nao sou masoquita, mas sou daqueles que acostuma o corpo na base da pancada. Essa semana acho que me peguei falando que estou ficando velho umas 10 vezes. Eta caba veiiiiiiii, tu ta ficando com medo de envelhecer. To mermo, ora! Quem nao tem medo ou nao tem espelho ou nao tem dor no ombro. Affffffffff.....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;Ninguem merece voltar para casa a essa hora..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156324879238105068-3879862063369756543?l=faustolucena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faustolucena.blogspot.com/feeds/3879862063369756543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156324879238105068&amp;postID=3879862063369756543' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156324879238105068/posts/default/3879862063369756543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156324879238105068/posts/default/3879862063369756543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faustolucena.blogspot.com/2008/03/dia-boring-nada-alem-de-nda-para-fazer.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061177522656662211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k1HukgzggVQ/Tw_FpVkJmUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/z2o0gA6K5gs/s220/CVphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKKoXAaNcJ0/R9ag2iv1fkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KCuGTDpPIfY/s72-c/boring.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156324879238105068.post-4209465081279813448</id><published>2008-02-26T00:46:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:32:20.397+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Two naïve students</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKKoXAaNcJ0/R8UeUrfizLI/AAAAAAAAACo/14_yqPeU5KA/s1600-h/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKKoXAaNcJ0/R8UeUrfizLI/AAAAAAAAACo/14_yqPeU5KA/s400/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171573087726128306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can say that it has been long since I woke up at 7:30 am. Today, it was not easy to get up from my warm bed, but my Japanese visa is about to expire and I also had a meeting with Celso to be at University early. We were expecting to collect the necessary documents to go to the immigration office and renew our visas.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The sudden surprise was that the office was closed, hence the high school students having the entrance examination day. It was like a déjà vu, because they stopped us at the first door. It reminded me of the Canadian immigration, where I really got scared. Obviously, Celso was not there to help me.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It was a waste of time to go there so early. We could not get the papers, but I could check everything before leaving the laboratory today. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am very proud of myself. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156324879238105068-4209465081279813448?l=faustolucena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faustolucena.blogspot.com/feeds/4209465081279813448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156324879238105068&amp;postID=4209465081279813448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156324879238105068/posts/default/4209465081279813448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156324879238105068/posts/default/4209465081279813448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faustolucena.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-nave-students.html' title='Two naïve students'/><author><name>Lucena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061177522656662211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k1HukgzggVQ/Tw_FpVkJmUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/z2o0gA6K5gs/s220/CVphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKKoXAaNcJ0/R8UeUrfizLI/AAAAAAAAACo/14_yqPeU5KA/s72-c/%E7%94%BB%E5%83%8F+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156324879238105068.post-1907336686984717293</id><published>2008-02-26T00:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:32:20.677+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKKoXAaNcJ0/R8UfZrfizMI/AAAAAAAAACw/6I4xJ8QX160/s1600-h/Canelita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKKoXAaNcJ0/R8UfZrfizMI/AAAAAAAAACw/6I4xJ8QX160/s400/Canelita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171574273137102018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;Finally I wrote to Ben, I hope that he forgives me for not having written to him for long, some highlights about Naruto kun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156324879238105068-1907336686984717293?l=faustolucena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faustolucena.blogspot.com/feeds/1907336686984717293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156324879238105068&amp;postID=1907336686984717293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156324879238105068/posts/default/1907336686984717293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156324879238105068/posts/default/1907336686984717293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faustolucena.blogspot.com/2008/02/ben-san.html' title='Sushi'/><author><name>Lucena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061177522656662211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k1HukgzggVQ/Tw_FpVkJmUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/z2o0gA6K5gs/s220/CVphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKKoXAaNcJ0/R8UfZrfizMI/AAAAAAAAACw/6I4xJ8QX160/s72-c/Canelita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156324879238105068.post-1865776557839052262</id><published>2007-05-22T16:21:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:32:20.878+09:00</updated><title type='text'>OLD SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKKoXAaNcJ0/R8Uce7fizKI/AAAAAAAAACY/WIaUtpBnXWc/s1600-h/Photo+36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKKoXAaNcJ0/R8Uce7fizKI/AAAAAAAAACY/WIaUtpBnXWc/s400/Photo+36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171571064796531874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomei gosto pelo estudo em um período tardio da vida, por volta do meu primeiro ano cientifico*. Já gozava de 15 anos de idade. Lembro que gostava de historia do Brasil, química, biologia e matemática. Alem disso, depois de algumas notas com limite tendendo para zero no primeiro bimestre, física se tornou clara como agua. A essa altura eu dividia meu tempo entre o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vôlei&lt;/span&gt; e os estudos. Não era meio a meio, estava mais 75% para as treinos do que para a escola. Lembro que lia muito. Especialmente Camilo Castelo Branco. Entre seus títulos: Amor de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Perdicao&lt;/span&gt; e Amor de Salvação. Não posso deixar de citar: A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;moreninha&lt;/span&gt;, Senhora, Diva entre outros livros que povoaram a minha imaginação durante a minha puberdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morava perto da minha escola. Considero minha pois era uma extensão de casa, estudei do primário ao segundo grau na mesma escola. Conhecia desde o porteiro a proprietária da escola. Tinha orgulho em dizer que fazia parte da "família" Imperador. Hoje em dia o colégio na existe mais. Outra escola a comprou. Sempre que tenho a oportunidade de voltar a Imperatriz dou uma boa olhada no prédio. E a esperança de um dia reencontrar o símbolo da escola e suas cores branca e azul estampadas na parede. Isto me faz lembrar das horas, minutos e segundos esplendidamente gastos enquanto treinava &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vôlei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;embaixo&lt;/span&gt; de um sol incessante ou quando "patinava" na quadra molhada após a chuva. Logo nos meus primeiros anos treinando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vôlei&lt;/span&gt;, o técnico tentava me dizer que eu tinha que acertar a bola. Getúlio não entendia como eu poderia ter uma mão grande para o meu tamanho e não acertar o meio da bola. A bola sempre resvalava ou pegava em outro lugar que não no centro de gravidade da mesma. Eu la sabia o que era isso, queria era "esmurrar" a coitada da bola. Fomos campeões naquele ano (1994). Meu primeiro ano de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;infanto&lt;/span&gt;-juvenil. Não joguei, acabei por ter algumas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fraturas&lt;/span&gt; nas costelas e lacerações no braço, após um acidente automobilístico. Assisti tudo do banco de reservas. Acabei por ver meu reserva se tornar o melhor atacante de meio do Maranhão durante o período em que jogamos juntos (1994 - 1996). Hoje gostaria de ter noticias dele. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Oscalmi&lt;/span&gt; e um dos únicos que não sabemos o que o destino reservou para ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Time&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;vôlei&lt;/span&gt; campeão de 1994 categoria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;infanto&lt;/span&gt;-juvenil. Jogos estudantis de Imperatriz - Maranhão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Márcio (saída)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Vitor&lt;/span&gt; (ponta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Lauro&lt;/span&gt; (ponta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Rivander&lt;/span&gt; (levantador)&lt;br /&gt;Fausto (meio - saída)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Oscalmi&lt;/span&gt; (meio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Tarcys&lt;/span&gt; (saída)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Giovane&lt;/span&gt; (meio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*quando ainda se chamava o segundo grau de cientifico no Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Palavras do meu primo:&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;teve aula pra mim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;kra&lt;/span&gt; e lembrei de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;uma menina contando q tinha um amigo q comia livros...&lt;br /&gt;foi agora a noite...&lt;br /&gt;passou pela minha mente...&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/9156324879238105068-1865776557839052262?l=faustolucena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faustolucena.blogspot.com/feeds/1865776557839052262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156324879238105068&amp;postID=1865776557839052262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156324879238105068/posts/default/1865776557839052262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156324879238105068/posts/default/1865776557839052262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faustolucena.blogspot.com/2007/05/old-school.html' title='OLD SCHOOL'/><author><name>Lucena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061177522656662211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k1HukgzggVQ/Tw_FpVkJmUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/z2o0gA6K5gs/s220/CVphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKKoXAaNcJ0/R8Uce7fizKI/AAAAAAAAACY/WIaUtpBnXWc/s72-c/Photo+36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156324879238105068.post-5476048577828068312</id><published>2007-05-22T00:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:32:21.225+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Curto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKKoXAaNcJ0/RlG9bNac69I/AAAAAAAAAAk/QkFNaUlokXA/s1600-h/Photo-0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKKoXAaNcJ0/RlG9bNac69I/AAAAAAAAAAk/QkFNaUlokXA/s400/Photo-0040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067039330923244498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foto da minha escrivaninha no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laboratório do Prof. Ohnishi&lt;/span&gt;. Ate que esta tudo bem organizado, mas quando os dias de seminários de aproximam isso vira uma zorra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o dia foi produtivo. Passei aproximadamente oito horas na frente do computador alternado tarefas como:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Revisar o paper do meu amigo, o qual eu já deveria ter terminado;&lt;br /&gt;2) Escrevendo dois códigos ao mesmo tempo e tentando compilar para ver se encontrava algum erro;&lt;br /&gt;3) Lendo o primeiro de 30 artigos que eu quero ler para poder ter mais backgound em variabilidade de frequência cardíaca e seus derivados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse sexta-feira vai vou ter mais um seminário de acompanhamento de trabalho. Nesses seminários apresentamos um resumo do trabalho feito durante o período de duas semanas.  Entretanto, também tenho um outro seminário que pode ser chamado que e alguma coisa como "Introdução ao paper". Isto e, temos que ler um artigo de cunho cientifico que esteja ligado ao nosso tópico de pesquisa, e assim apresentar para todos os alunos e professores. Durante esses seminários acabo por aprender a me questionar mais em vários pontos cruciais da linha de pesquisa em que atualmente estou trabalhando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celso san, ou para os íntimos, Sakuraba chan, vai me dar uma ajuda na explicação de um algoritmo que possui duas partes distintas, ou seja, vou ter que explicar ambos. O que vai ser uma grande tarefa para mim. Se conseguir explicar esse algoritmo vou poder descansar um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha mente não consegue desplugar, acho que passo a noite toda pensando. Minhas sinapses nervosas estão ficando no mínimo estranhas para o meu entusiasmo. Acho que tenho que parar de tomar aquelas quatro xícaras de café e ir para a academia e Kenpou mais vezes. Eu realmente sinto falta da adrenalina no meu sangue. Talvez por isso, tenha ficado viciado em trabalhar sobre pressão, como se eu tivesse que sempre estar a frente de mim mesmo. O que significa olhar no espelho e perceber que "alguém" esta sempre a minha frente, seja na minha área de pesquisa ou mesmo em tarefas cotidianas bobas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tomei conhecimento que mais um congresso no meu estado natal. O Maranhão estará sediando em São Luís mais uma conferencia de nível internacional. Felizmente, para a minha felicidade, acho que vou ter tempo para poder escrever algo e submeter para essa conferencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, acho que por hoje basta. Amanha com certeza vou ter mais assunto para escrever.   Amanha vou pegar os meus resultados e analisar. Vamos ver que surpresas me esperam e como as duas bases de dados vão se comportar em relação a anterior. De antemão, devo pedir desculpas, mas ainda não tenho resultados conclusivos, por isso devo apenas comentar sobre o que estou fazendo e não dar maiores esclarecimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraços,&lt;br /&gt;FauXto.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156324879238105068-5476048577828068312?l=faustolucena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faustolucena.blogspot.com/feeds/5476048577828068312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156324879238105068&amp;postID=5476048577828068312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156324879238105068/posts/default/5476048577828068312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156324879238105068/posts/default/5476048577828068312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faustolucena.blogspot.com/2007/05/dia-curto.html' title='Dia Curto'/><author><name>Lucena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061177522656662211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k1HukgzggVQ/Tw_FpVkJmUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/z2o0gA6K5gs/s220/CVphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKKoXAaNcJ0/RlG9bNac69I/AAAAAAAAAAk/QkFNaUlokXA/s72-c/Photo-0040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156324879238105068.post-5101817104314735497</id><published>2007-05-18T00:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:32:21.604+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Hermanos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKKoXAaNcJ0/Rkx_39ac68I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VMAIXF4Nsao/s1600-h/CIMG0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKKoXAaNcJ0/Rkx_39ac68I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VMAIXF4Nsao/s400/CIMG0327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065564280240008130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto Velha (19/07/2006). Show do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colplay&lt;/span&gt; no ano passado. Eu queria que você estivesse aqui comigo irmazinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Palavras da minha irmã:&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;querido irmão mais velho...tô com saudade...&lt;br /&gt;simmmmmm.. a caçula revolta sente-se saudosa... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;tenho tanto pra te falar... chega a ser tanto que acaba travado&lt;br /&gt;em minha garganta e nada sai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lembrando do porre de irmão mais velho que você é...&lt;br /&gt;das tarefas de matemática a mim ensinadas...&lt;br /&gt;dos filmes... das idas ao cine Timbira( ela era ainda tão menina)&lt;br /&gt;de quando você falou com o Getúlio que sua irmã ia pra aula de vôlei.&lt;br /&gt;da sua paciência aos meus comentários sobre suas namoradas...&lt;br /&gt;do dia que apaguei no seu quarto em São Luís e você me cobriu...&lt;br /&gt;dos lanches a mim fornecidos...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saudade de ver você...&lt;br /&gt;balançando a perna na hora de dormir, com lenço no nariz...&lt;br /&gt;sempre com um monte de livros...sempre sério...&lt;br /&gt;do motorista péssimo que você é... ( reconheça)&lt;br /&gt;de nossas brigas... do amor que você sente por nossa mãe.&lt;br /&gt;das horas que precisei e você não ajudou... das horas que você precisou&lt;br /&gt;e eu não ajudei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saudade de tudo... posso te dizer tantas frases difíceis e filosóficas&lt;br /&gt;mas pra que? não faria sentido... dizer que eu te amo é muito mais preciso.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156324879238105068-5101817104314735497?l=faustolucena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faustolucena.blogspot.com/feeds/5101817104314735497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156324879238105068&amp;postID=5101817104314735497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156324879238105068/posts/default/5101817104314735497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156324879238105068/posts/default/5101817104314735497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faustolucena.blogspot.com/2007/05/los-hermanos.html' title='Los Hermanos'/><author><name>Lucena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061177522656662211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k1HukgzggVQ/Tw_FpVkJmUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/z2o0gA6K5gs/s220/CVphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKKoXAaNcJ0/Rkx_39ac68I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VMAIXF4Nsao/s72-c/CIMG0327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156324879238105068.post-3451631609588784071</id><published>2007-05-14T02:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:32:21.744+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinéfilo</title><content type='html'>Movie of the week: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peaceful Warrior&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKKoXAaNcJ0/RkdNyMj6ovI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hqnQTGCiytY/s1600-h/peaceful_warrior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKKoXAaNcJ0/RkdNyMj6ovI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hqnQTGCiytY/s320/peaceful_warrior.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064101830762078962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to remember: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The 13th warrior&lt;/span&gt; (1999)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lo there do I see my father.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo there do I see my mother,my sisters and my  brothers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo there do I see the line of my people...back to the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lo they do call to me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; They bid me take my place among them in the halls of Valhalla,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;where the brave may live forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9156324879238105068-3451631609588784071?l=faustolucena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156324879238105068/posts/default/3451631609588784071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156324879238105068/posts/default/3451631609588784071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faustolucena.blogspot.com/2007/05/cinfilo.html' title='Cinéfilo'/><author><name>Lucena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061177522656662211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k1HukgzggVQ/Tw_FpVkJmUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/z2o0gA6K5gs/s220/CVphoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKKoXAaNcJ0/RkdNyMj6ovI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hqnQTGCiytY/s72-c/peaceful_warrior.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156324879238105068.post-5437648937839845360</id><published>2007-05-11T02:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T02:37:39.483+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu primeiro post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    São três da manha e continuo acordado. Sinto meu coração e minha alma, ambos estão em lugares diferentes.  Meu coração esta sempre a chorar. Eu sempre disse que chorar por dentro dói mais que derramar lágrimas verdadeiras. Minha pobre alma, sente saudades do tempo em que a única preocupação era com o treino de volei e estudar para a prova de sábado na minha tão estimada escola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    Continua sendo três da manha e eu não consigo dormir. Amanha ou querendo dizer hoje, tenho apresentação do meu trabalho. Para quem não sabe e quer saber, estou estudando fora do meu mundo, fora de Imperatriz a muito tempo. Sinto falta....sou saudosista.&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/9156324879238105068-5437648937839845360?l=faustolucena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faustolucena.blogspot.com/feeds/5437648937839845360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9156324879238105068&amp;postID=5437648937839845360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156324879238105068/posts/default/5437648937839845360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9156324879238105068/posts/default/5437648937839845360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faustolucena.blogspot.com/2007/05/meu-primeiro-post.html' title='Meu primeiro post'/><author><name>Lucena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061177522656662211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k1HukgzggVQ/Tw_FpVkJmUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/z2o0gA6K5gs/s220/CVphoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
