<?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-15488829</id><updated>2011-07-25T07:58:34.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobretudo...</title><subtitle type='html'>Sobretudo Nina.
Inquieta e cansada de ilusões....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>149</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-9047711775720267523</id><published>2009-03-29T23:27:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:30:52.032-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Passando para atualizar um pouquinho....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atualizei idade e ainda inclui Twitter e facebook...&lt;br /&gt;Juro que nao to mais dando conta de tanta rede social...&lt;br /&gt;e ando in love com o twitter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu namorado tem cioume do twitter!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom... vou saindo pra curtir os ultimos minutinhos com o dudu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-9047711775720267523?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/9047711775720267523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=9047711775720267523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/9047711775720267523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/9047711775720267523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2009/03/passando-para-atualizar-um-pouquinho.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-2262155730109629620</id><published>2008-05-19T14:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T15:02:24.137-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As coisas tem andado surpreendentemente estranhas ultimamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já me disseram muito, que depois da tempestade vem a calmaria.&lt;br /&gt;É meio dificil de acreditar quando voce está no meio da tempestade, mas é melhor se apegar a isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor do que a calmaria , é essa onda de felicidade que vem depois das minhas tempestades. Calmaria é algo que nunca combinou comigo, mas isso combina. A minha onda é forte, vibrante e simplesmente perfeita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida entrando nos eixos, de jeitos tão melhores e tão mais perfeitos, que eu não poderia imaginar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, lógico, tem ele: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;meu anjo,&lt;/span&gt; pra curtir isso comigo...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-2262155730109629620?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/2262155730109629620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=2262155730109629620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/2262155730109629620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/2262155730109629620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2008/05/as-coisas-tem-andado-surpreendentemente.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-5086762307581303219</id><published>2008-04-07T18:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T18:14:14.625-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Who said it´s good to brake the barriers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" lang="EN-US"&gt;I´m starting to question that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Far from want people to be be programmed to perform default answers, it´s just that all this barrier breaking thing seens to have gone too far. The urgency to brake them has become default and in the name of this need you end up hurting, or getting hurt.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: georgia;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Go further is not always good. Maybe the natural order put things in their right place, hidden or exposed, the way it should be and stay, but why do we have to mass it all trying to change? You get a feeling and you locked it on a big big wooden wardrobe in your mind. That´s automatic, that´s instintical, and that´s natural. In order to take an action, we end up dueling with nature, trying to do things your way is nothing less than deny the nature´s way, in some cases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-5086762307581303219?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/5086762307581303219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=5086762307581303219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/5086762307581303219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/5086762307581303219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2008/04/who-said-its-good-to-brake-barriers.html' title='Who said it´s good to brake the barriers?'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-3520729379898362301</id><published>2008-02-25T08:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T08:30:39.328-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm like cat here, a no-name slob. We belong to nobody, and nobody belongs to us. We don't even belong to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at Tiffanys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-3520729379898362301?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/3520729379898362301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=3520729379898362301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/3520729379898362301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/3520729379898362301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-like-cat-here-no-name-slob.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-6301303256605557399</id><published>2007-12-23T00:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T00:45:04.651-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Surpresa!!!</title><content type='html'>Você percebe que não escreveu muito em um ano quando o post do Natal passado tá logo ali, não muito longe deste, mas tudo bem...&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer forma, esse ano não haverá "depressive posts from x-mas chaos"!&lt;br /&gt;Também não haverá árvores, luzes, peru, discussão, aborrecimento pq ninguem da valor ao que eu faço, familia brigando ou a tradicional choradeira com o Rich.&lt;br /&gt;Até pq, ele está muito irritado comigo há umas três semanas e eu...dull... digamos que eu não esteja me esforçando nem um pouco para mudar isso. Nao que eu goste de ficar brigada com ele, eu odeio na verdade. Mas a gente não dá certo, e forçar uma relação que não pode existir não faz bem a ninguém. Deixa a poeira baixar, e, se ele me atender eu explico pra ele que não existe no mundo amigo melhor do que ele, e que eu morro de saudades dele, e que se eu fosse passar o Natal aqui eu adoraria que ele risse de como eu sou boba pq estou me acabando de chorar, bebada no Natal. Na boa, toda mulher merece um melhor amigo como o Ricardo, e já que eu tenho, não vou dispensar assim né???&lt;br /&gt;Nossa, tinha me esquecido como isso (escrever, eu digo) me faz tão bem, se eu ainda fizesse "metas para o próximo ano" com certeza a primeira delas seria "escrever mais", mas como eu desisti disso há algum tempo, só vou lembrar disso, me esforçar para não abdicar desse pequeno prazer...&lt;br /&gt;Estou muito empolgada com a minha fuga. Acabei descobrindo que fugir as vezes pode ser uma saida bem inteligente, não que eu negue que eu tenha problemas e td mais, mas qual o sentido de me forçar a fazer uma coisa que vai me magoar, vai doer, e vai desgastar mais ainda relaçoes que já estão tão frageis? It´s pointless...&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, se eu posso patinar no gelo na cidade mais perfeita, historica e artistica do mundo, numa sensação termica de 5 graus negativos usando casacos super charmosos e fazendo charme com meu gorrinho Gap Boys que eu adoro, pq que eu vou me estressar percebendo que td essa droga de familia grande e unida não existe e que não fundo todo mundo (inclusive eu ) é um parte do mesmo bando de pessoas estranhas e loucas? A real, é que eu acho que vamso numa direção meio oposta, estou tentando simplificar a mnha vida, e um Natal com 100% de chance de me magoar não vai me ajudar muito.&lt;br /&gt;Minha mãe me criticou por isso, como se ela não fosse minha companheira de fuga. Ela acha que temos que preservar as tradições, e que o Natal é importante sim. Eu fiquei quieta, prometi para mim mesmo que vou me tornar mais resolvida com toda essa coisa da minha familia, e que vou me esforçar pra ver o Natal de outra forma, afinal, se tanta gente se diverte, não pode ser tão ruim assim...&lt;br /&gt;Minha mala não está pronta, quem em sã consciencia achou que eu seria capaz de arrumar uma mala sozinha?&lt;br /&gt;It´s being so hard...&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer forma, tive uma noite maravilhosa ontem, e apesar de ter passado o dia todo vomitando ( n sei pq) ainda tenho aquele sorrisinho ridiculo das pessoas felizes nos labios, e estou meio que me censurando por isso, mas quer saber, foda-se! Sorrir não me dá dor de cabeça, chorar dá...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-6301303256605557399?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/6301303256605557399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=6301303256605557399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/6301303256605557399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/6301303256605557399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2007/12/surpresa.html' title='Surpresa!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-7875355564567390120</id><published>2007-07-11T19:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T20:29:07.874-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Escrever é preciso...</title><content type='html'>Ás vezes você está no meio de um turbilhão, sem tempo e acaba por dispensar pequenos prazeres.&lt;br /&gt;Noto muito isso em mim por que tenha a autocrítica entre meus vícios mas tenho certeza de que não custaria achar isso nas pessoas a minha volta. Pelo menos nesse ponto, sou normal, sim.&lt;br /&gt;Percebi que tenho passado muito tempo na frente do computador, acho que me apego nisso para não me ter que enfrentar a solidão. Quem diz que "antes só do que mal acompanhado" provavelmente tem uma familia grande e não mora sozinho. Tenho conversado mais no msn, coisa que nunca gostei, e com mais gente, muitas delas que não tem nada a ver comigo. É uma troca, um exercício. Tiro das pessoas muito pouco, um tempinho, umas palavras. Fica a sensação de que acabo aprendendo alguma coisa aqui e ali, ouvindo algo interessante, as vezes rola. Já percebi que pessoas pouco interessantes são sempre um desafio. Eu não acredito que sejam tão limitadas, e ai a tarefa passa a ser tirar leite de pedra. Nada que me agrade muito, mas é necessário as vezes.&lt;br /&gt;Voltando a dispensa de pequenos prazeres, escrever aqui foi um dos prazeres que andei dispensando. Hoje pensei que isso era burrice. talvez esse turbilhão a que me referi no começo esteja acontecendo mesmo por ter abdicado desses momentos. Tinha esquecido o quanto essa reflexão era importante pra ajustar as coisas, fazer uma faxina na mente, organizar prioridades, deixar de me importar com coisas insignificantes, só por que estavam em cima do bolo. Mais ou menos quando você amontoa um monte de roupas numa gaveta, e por preguiça de arrumar acaba usando repetidamente as que estão por cima.&lt;br /&gt;Estou num momento que considero decisivo. Preciso resolver. Vai fazer um ano e eu esoero resposta do que plantei. Eu preciso de resultados. Eu quero ver dar certo.&lt;br /&gt;Escrever demais também não vai ser bom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-7875355564567390120?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/7875355564567390120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=7875355564567390120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/7875355564567390120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/7875355564567390120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2007/07/escrever-preciso.html' title='Escrever é preciso...'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-5148363478785746644</id><published>2007-06-05T00:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T00:50:56.813-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pontos positivos de não viajar no feriado</title><content type='html'>-&gt; definitivamente vou ver a corrida de F1!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-5148363478785746644?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/5148363478785746644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=5148363478785746644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/5148363478785746644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/5148363478785746644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2007/06/pontos-positivos-de-no-viajar-no.html' title='Pontos positivos de não viajar no feriado'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-1134651911350073021</id><published>2007-06-05T00:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T00:26:51.627-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se Algum Dia Eu Não Acordar</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;Fresno - Se Algum Dia Eu Não Acordar&lt;/b&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;i&gt;Fresno&lt;/i&gt;         &lt;pre&gt;Imagina se um dia eu não acordar&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai puxar assunto com você?&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai mentir que você é legal?&lt;br /&gt;Imagina se um dia eu morrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você iria se arrepender&lt;br /&gt;De não ter dito tudo que eu perguntava&lt;br /&gt;E eu vou morrer sem nunca saber&lt;br /&gt;Se você, no fundo, me amava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você choraria?&lt;br /&gt;Se lamentaria?&lt;br /&gt;Será que algum dia eu vou saber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu também me arrependeria&lt;br /&gt;Pois pra ti eu nunca me declarei&lt;br /&gt;E agora também eu nem poderia&lt;br /&gt;Declarar-me e eu nunca mais poderei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E isso faz com que eu me sinta mal&lt;br /&gt;Embora nem se passe na sua cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo que eu quero é ter você&lt;br /&gt;Mas não creio que isso um dia aconteça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que algum dia a gente poderia?&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu não posso ser feliz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai ver é porque eu não deva&lt;br /&gt;Ter você pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Pode deixar assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagina se um dia eu não acordar&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai puxar assunto com você?&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai mentir que você é legal?&lt;br /&gt;Imagina se um dia eu morrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que algum dia a gente poderia?&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu não posso ser feliz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai ver é porque eu não deva&lt;br /&gt;Ter você pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Pode deixar assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se algum dia eu não acordar&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-1134651911350073021?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/1134651911350073021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=1134651911350073021&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/1134651911350073021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/1134651911350073021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2007/06/se-algum-dia-eu-no-acordar.html' title='Se Algum Dia Eu Não Acordar'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-7991537969773527334</id><published>2007-04-24T00:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T00:30:17.074-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pq eu amooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...</title><content type='html'>Nada parece tão só quando estás aqui pra me dar seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Quando estás aqui pra me dar seu desejo&lt;br /&gt;Meu bem você traz o mundo aos meus pés, mundo aos meus pés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És a rosa que brilha no sol&lt;br /&gt;És estrela de luz sobre o luar&lt;br /&gt;És o amor de mais pura emoção&lt;br /&gt;És verdade entre o céu e o mar&lt;br /&gt;E o mar não há de ir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora pareça que estou apenas contando histórias de amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não sabia mais como dizer que eu te quero tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Brilhas como o sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És a rosa que brilha no sol&lt;br /&gt;És perfume de rosa na mão&lt;br /&gt;És a cura mais forte pra dor&lt;br /&gt;És certeza entre o sim e o não&lt;br /&gt;E não amar você é&lt;br /&gt;Loucura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu adoro esse menino, ele me faz feliz!!!&lt;br /&gt;ele me mostra a felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;ele é tudo de bom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eu amoooooooooooooooooooo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-7991537969773527334?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/7991537969773527334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=7991537969773527334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/7991537969773527334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/7991537969773527334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2007/04/pq-eu-amooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title='Pq eu amooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-2177018194215059846</id><published>2007-04-24T00:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T00:27:54.824-03:00</updated><title type='text'>google???</title><content type='html'>como assim??&lt;br /&gt;faz tanto tempo que nao posto, que nem sabia que isso aqui era googaldo!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-2177018194215059846?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/2177018194215059846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=2177018194215059846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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(at least trying to)</title><content type='html'>resolvi tomar a primeira dose de vodka e com ela veio a coragem, respondo rispidamente a qq pergunta que me fazem.&lt;br /&gt;se nao fosse rich, minha noite estaria arruinada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-116701222252118901?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/116701222252118901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=116701222252118901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/116701222252118901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/116701222252118901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/12/surviving-x-mas-at-least-trying-to_24.html' title='surviving x-mas! (at least trying to)'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-116700982908390693</id><published>2006-12-24T22:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T22:23:49.096-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Surviving x-mas! ( at least trying to)</title><content type='html'>22h25&lt;br /&gt;Minha irma esta desde de manha de pijama, e nao parece muuito disposta a trocar de roupa.&lt;br /&gt;minha mae se trancou no quarto e disse que vai dormir.&lt;br /&gt;minha tia nao chegou!&lt;br /&gt;enquanto isso eu td arrumada fico colocando a ceia na mesa.&lt;br /&gt;estou perdendo meu apetite!&lt;br /&gt;22h29&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-116700982908390693?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/116700982908390693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=116700982908390693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/116700982908390693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/116700982908390693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/12/surviving-x-mas-at-least-trying-to.html' title='Surviving x-mas! ( at least trying to)'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-116700732338461970</id><published>2006-12-24T21:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T21:42:03.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>21h41&lt;br /&gt;esqueci de reclamar que estou com dor de dente!&lt;br /&gt;21h42&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-116700732338461970?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/116700732338461970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=116700732338461970&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/116700732338461970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/116700732338461970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/12/21h41-esqueci-de-reclamar-que-estou.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-116700721689821363</id><published>2006-12-24T21:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T21:40:16.910-03:00</updated><title type='text'>surviving x-mas!!!</title><content type='html'>Bom, vou narrar minha tragedia aqui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21h35&lt;br /&gt;Pra variar  o clima nao eh bom, se fosse eu nao estaria aqui ouvindo `oh tannenbaum` no youtube, chorando e escrevendo isso.&lt;br /&gt;Na segunda minha tia vinha, na quarta nao vinha mais, na quinta vinha, na sexta nao vinha mais, e afinal ontem ela resolveu que vinha. Ateh agora nao chegou, mas eu acho que ela vem de verdade!&lt;br /&gt;se tem alguma coisa que eu ainda curto no natal eh o tender. eu adoro o tender. minha mae nao fez tender. nao viu sentido em fazer tender. Hj eu acordei determinada. fui na perini e comprei o tender e cortei os losangos no tender, besuntei o tender de glucose, joguei vinho e abacai em calda nao tender e coloquei o tender no forno. molhei o tender constantemente. Ainda nao provei o tender.&lt;br /&gt;depois de escrever parei de chorar, ou seja, isso jah serviu para alguma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;sem mais para o momento, vou terminar de vestir uma roupinha bonitinha para passar o natal ( assistindo fantastico). 21h40&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-116700721689821363?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/116700721689821363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=116700721689821363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/116700721689821363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/116700721689821363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/12/surviving-x-mas.html' title='surviving x-mas!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-116321300806589901</id><published>2006-11-10T23:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T23:43:28.066-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu ia deixar wendy e Xaier na frente, ateh ler isso:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"se demandent tous pourquoi ils n'ont pas encore trouvé  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;l'âme sœur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ai eu eu me pergunto, por acaso, o que seria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;l'âme sœur...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Dois segundos depois cai a ficha e eu fiquei boba!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Pq é incrivelmente lindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Je &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;attendre m`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;âme sœur.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-116321300806589901?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/116321300806589901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=116321300806589901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/116321300806589901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/116321300806589901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/11/eu-ia-deixar-wendy-e-xaier-na-frente_10.html' title='Eu ia deixar wendy e Xaier na frente, ateh ler isso:'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-116321183103959771</id><published>2006-11-10T23:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T23:23:51.056-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I love what's not perfect. It's just how I am.</title><content type='html'>Wendy - You are the perfect guy.&lt;br /&gt;Xavier - You're making a mistake... I'm really not! If there is someone on earth who is a wreck, it's me.&lt;br /&gt;Wendy - That's what I just said: you're a perfect guy.&lt;br /&gt;Xavier - How come you're such a nice girl?&lt;br /&gt;Wendy - I'm not being nice... you just happen to be the best thing that's happened to me in the past 26 years.&lt;br /&gt;Xavier - I'm not sure I'm the one you're talking about. The one you think I am.&lt;br /&gt;Wendy - What do you think? I know you're not always perfect. I know you have tons of problems, defects, imperfections... but who doesn't? It's just that I prefer your problems. I'm in love with your imperfections. Your imperfections are just great! I mean, you can't imagine, before I had to deal with Ed and compared to him, you're a day at the beach! I know most girls they go weak at the knees for what's beautiful, you know, that's all they see, that's all they want. But I'm not like that. I don't just see what's beautiful. I fall for the other stuff. I love what's not perfect. It's just how I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[procurando filme aqui em sp, se alguém souber onde tem...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-116321183103959771?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/116321183103959771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=116321183103959771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/116321183103959771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/116321183103959771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-love-whats-not-perfect-its-just-how.html' title='I love what&apos;s not perfect. It&apos;s just how I am.'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-116275430335704825</id><published>2006-11-05T16:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:18:23.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FS X!!!</title><content type='html'>Esqueça td que vc já viu!&lt;br /&gt;Esqueça td com o que vc jah se maravilhou!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Isso:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.microsoft.com/brasil/games/fsx/&lt;br /&gt;é Flight Simulator X!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way de eu ter isso!&lt;br /&gt;Tommy ( e eu) iamos morrer de fome, ia ter teias de aranha pela minha casa e eu ia sumir do trabalho e da facult!&lt;br /&gt;Vou controlar a minha aparente compulsividade por jogar FS X e comprar!&lt;br /&gt;E vou jurar que só vou usar no fds!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-116275430335704825?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/116275430335704825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=116275430335704825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/116275430335704825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/116275430335704825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/11/fs-x.html' title='FS X!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-116166517335623101</id><published>2006-10-24T01:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T01:46:13.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Larguei a vagabundagem!!!</title><content type='html'>Inclusive, agora tenho três turnos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acordo e vou pro trabalho. Dia todo lá e o 1o. turno tah terminado.&lt;br /&gt;dai tem a maratona pra chegar na facult em apenas 1 hora!&lt;br /&gt;chego na facult. 11 horas termina o 2o. turno&lt;br /&gt;chego em casa. tarefas do lar. 3o. turno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100% de aproveitamento na prova de história da arte. Pq, logico, eu sou um gênio!&lt;br /&gt;Vale ressaltar que n estudei pq sai do hospital, fui fazer prova e voltei pro hospital!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-116166517335623101?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/116166517335623101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=116166517335623101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/116166517335623101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/116166517335623101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/10/larguei-vagabundagem.html' title='Larguei a vagabundagem!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-116153637151469160</id><published>2006-10-22T13:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T13:59:31.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do meu ídolo.....</title><content type='html'>Pelé entrega um trófeu a Schumi. Vem um reporter e pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael, are you the "pelé" of Formula 1???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ele brilhantemente responde:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I´m the Schumacher!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-116153637151469160?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/116153637151469160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=116153637151469160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/116153637151469160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/116153637151469160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/10/do-meu-dolo.html' title='Do meu ídolo.....'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-116122080097386400</id><published>2006-10-18T22:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T22:20:00.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Muita coisa nova rolando....</title><content type='html'>Vou tentar escrever tudo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eu adoro aula de fotografia. Eu me divirto muito. Apesar de reclamar muito do trabalho, poucas sensações são melhores do que senti quando olhei o trabalho pronto hoje!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Comecei a trabalhar! Ah, como eh bom trabalhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Não sei se alguém já passou por isso, mas eu juro que é verdade. Descobri que o que eu tenho eh sinusite. Eu já sabia que eu tinha sinusite. O que eu descobri é que a dor que eu sentia era dela. E, que ela tem tratamento. Só precisava fazer uma tomografia ( que eu já fiz) e procurar um médico (vou semana que vem). Ufa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, desisti de escrever tudo. Vou terminar revelante uma coisa importante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho que estou apaixonada. Mas eu só acho. Aliás, estou mantendo um amor platônico por um carinha. Se existe alma gêmea, ele deve ser a minha. Entre aquele monte de gente linda, só ele me fez sentir isso, e vou pra lá esperando encontra-lo. E to apaixonada por um outro, um carinha do samba. E os dois sentimentos são compleeeeeeeetamente diferentes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-116122080097386400?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/116122080097386400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=116122080097386400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/116122080097386400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/116122080097386400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/10/muita-coisa-nova-rolando.html' title='Muita coisa nova rolando....'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-116118369014185923</id><published>2006-10-18T11:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T12:01:30.156-03:00</updated><title type='text'>muito tempo sem postare sem entrar aqui...</title><content type='html'>Quase dois meses!!!&lt;br /&gt;E percebi que estava o post do Onkel Host. Ah, eu fiquei triste, mas passou faz tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Não tem pq Onkel host ocupar tanto tempo no meu blog.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, as pessoas tem o espaço e a  atenção  que merecem, varia de como elas marcam a gente.&lt;br /&gt;Onkel Host nao era legal, mas era familia e afinal, acho que tudo  que aconteceu foi melhor pra ele tb!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-116118369014185923?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/116118369014185923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=116118369014185923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/116118369014185923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/116118369014185923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/10/muito-tempo-sem-postare-sem-entrar.html' title='muito tempo sem postare sem entrar aqui...'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-115678397455487834</id><published>2006-08-28T13:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T13:52:54.566-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Onkel Host acabou de ser enterrado,morreu ontem as 6 e meia!!</title><content type='html'>Nao interessa, é a minha familia, e eu fiquei triste!&lt;br /&gt;Menos um, menos um.......&lt;div 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meia!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-115643648308681528</id><published>2006-08-24T13:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T13:21:23.160-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coitado do velho....</title><content type='html'>Vai ficar sem pão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os cientistas decidiram que a partir de hoje plutão não é mais planeta!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha velha traga meu jantar, sopa, uva, nozes e????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://noticias.terra.com.br/ciencia/interna/0,,OI1105056-EI238,00.html"&gt;http://noticias.terra.com.br/ciencia/interna/0,,OI1105056-EI238,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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velho....'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-115578970311170484</id><published>2006-08-17T01:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T01:41:43.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou baiana sim, eu mereci!!!!</title><content type='html'>Se Baiano é ou não uma raça eleita, há controvérsias. Mas que se trata de uma raça privilegiada, não há dúvida.&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu conheci Jorge Amado em Paris, ele me levou para almoçar num bistrô perto do seu apartamento no Morais. Ao longo do caminho, fiquei pensando em algo bem inteligente para impressionar o grande escritor. Ao sentarmos à mesa ele disparou:&lt;br /&gt;"Nizan, você já reparou como a bunda da mãe Cleusa é grande?"&lt;br /&gt;A Bahia é assim. Desconcertante.&lt;br /&gt;Pense num absurdo, multiplique por dois: na Bahia já aconteceu. Há em Salvador uma casa funerária que se chama Decorativa e uma companhia de táxi aéreo que se chama BATA (Bahia Táxi Aéreo).&lt;br /&gt;É dentro deste espírito esportivo que a Bahia supreende desde 1500.&lt;br /&gt;Caetano Veloso me disse rindo que os baianos e os judeus se julgam raças eleitas e (sic) que ambos têm razão.&lt;br /&gt;Se somos ou não raça eleita, há controvérsias. Mas que é uma raça privilegiada não há dúvida. Castro Alves, Rui Barbosa, Jorge Amado, Assis VAlente, João Gilberto, Caetano, Gal, Gil, Betânia, Daniela Mercury, Glauber Rocha, Dorival e Nana Caymmi, Raul Seixas, Ivete Sangalo e agora Piti. Não pode ser coincidência.&lt;br /&gt;E não é. É fruto da energia que o índio enterrou, que o português descobriu misturado com o axé que o negro trouxe. É essa energia que buscam os cansados, os estressados, os sem esperança, os de alma ou cadeira dura.&lt;br /&gt;E a Bahia os escolhe com sua graça e sua benção.&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Vreeland diz na peça Full Gallop, grande sucesso na Broadway, que o azul mais bonito é o céu da Bahia. Tudo na Bahia tem luz, sobretudo as pessoas. Que em sua simplicidade, com sua fé, com suas peles negras e dentes alvos, dançam, cantam e iluminam um mundo rico, mas cada vez mais pobre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um desses endinheirados, mas pobre de espírito, certa vez resolveu pegar no meu pé, numa festa, e me perguntou: "Se a Bahia é tão boa, porque você não mora lá?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Orixá me ajudou e eu respondi na lata: "Porque lá não me destaco, todos são baianos." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto de Nizan Guanaes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-115578970311170484?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/115578970311170484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=115578970311170484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/115578970311170484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/115578970311170484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/08/sou-baiana-sim-eu-mereci.html' title='Sou baiana sim, eu mereci!!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-115350095362604757</id><published>2006-07-21T13:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T13:55:53.660-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Passada!!!!</title><content type='html'>Acabo de descobrir que se eu tivesse ficado na 1a. faculdade que eu entrei eu estaria no 7o. semestre, na cara da formatura, e tô comelçando a faculdade de novo agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wouldn´t be Happy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só pra constar, tem 7 semestres que eu faço faculdade e nesse semestre eu vou ser caloura de novo. Pela 4a. vez!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[nao sei nem que emoticon colocar aqui!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-115350095362604757?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/115350095362604757/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=115350095362604757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/115350095362604757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/115350095362604757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/07/passada.html' title='Passada!!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-115336395262857095</id><published>2006-07-19T23:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T23:52:32.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Raivinha!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/shows%20lh.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/400/shows%20lh.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esses caras...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Qd eu vou embora, eles resolvem fazer três shows aqui num único mês!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mas vicio eh vicio......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dia 01.09 não me procure em outro lugar!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-115336395262857095?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/115336395262857095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=115336395262857095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/115336395262857095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/115336395262857095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/07/raivinha.html' title='Raivinha!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-115331656259102134</id><published>2006-07-19T10:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T10:42:42.603-03:00</updated><title type='text'>que ooooooooooooooodio!!!</title><content type='html'>A lista de pessoas influentes na vida de Gisele Bündchen continua a crescer. Depois do romance com Leonardo DiCaprio, ela foi vista com o vocalista do Pearl Jam, Eddie Vedder, numa praia de Santa Monica, Estados Unidos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-115331656259102134?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/115331656259102134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=115331656259102134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/115331656259102134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/115331656259102134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/07/que-ooooooooooooooodio.html' title='que ooooooooooooooodio!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-115327938796841842</id><published>2006-07-19T00:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T00:23:07.986-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Duvida</title><content type='html'>Eu poderia ligar pra ele, talvez marcar um almoço, mas eu acho q ele n me da a minima importancia, serah que vai sentir falta??? SE ateh agora n sentiu, n vai sentir, e se sentiu pq n falou???&lt;br /&gt;Nao sentiu.&lt;br /&gt;Ai eu n falo nada, e sei lá....&lt;br /&gt;se ele morre???&lt;br /&gt;ou só passa mal e fica bom??&lt;br /&gt;o remorso que vou sentir!!!&lt;br /&gt;duvida tomando conta!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-115327938796841842?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/115327938796841842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=115327938796841842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/115327938796841842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/115327938796841842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/07/duvida.html' title='Duvida'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-115179279426955703</id><published>2006-07-01T19:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T19:26:34.283-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora senta e chora!!!!</title><content type='html'>Se é que os milhões de euros que te pagam ainda não te compraram a vergonha na cara!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-115179279426955703?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/115179279426955703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=115179279426955703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/115179279426955703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/115179279426955703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/07/agora-senta-e-chora.html' title='Agora senta e chora!!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-115146009955614262</id><published>2006-06-27T22:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T23:05:05.226-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do fundinho do coração...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais uma vez &lt;a href="http://www.quasegente.blogger.com.br"&gt;ela&lt;/a&gt; posta tudo que eu sinto por ele:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Será que mais uma vez ele vai ler e (fingir que ) se passa sem perceber?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"...sabe, eu me perguntava até que ponto você era aquilo que eu via em você ou apenas aquilo que eu queria ver em você, eu queria saber até que ponto você não era apenas uma projeção daquilo que eu sentia, e se era assim, até quando eu conseguiria ver em você todas essas coisas que me fascinavam e que no fundo, sempre no fundo, talvez nem fossem suas, mas minhas, e pensava que amar era só conseguir ver, e desamar era não mais conseguir ver, entende?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[Caio Fernando Abreu] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-115146009955614262?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/115146009955614262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=115146009955614262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/115146009955614262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/115146009955614262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/06/do-fundinho-do-corao.html' title='Do fundinho do coração...'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-115143228919046281</id><published>2006-06-27T14:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T15:18:09.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A coisa mais dificil que já aprendi! (ou tentei...)</title><content type='html'>"O dito impedimento ocorre (como a palavra bem diz) quando um jogador fica impedido, impossibilitado, proibido de dar prosseguimento à jogada se, na hora do lançamento (da bola), entre ele (jogador) e a trave (conjunto de três paus - ui! - que formam o gol), só houver o goleiro. Goleiro é aquele tarado que passa o jogo inteiro agarrando bolas, mais conhecido como o Rei da Patolagem. Só não haverá "impedimento" se, no meio dessa relação íntima - porém perigosa: goleiro/atacante - houver outro jogador do time adversário. É como uma amante que enfurece a mulher (goleiro) e alegra o marido (atacante). É importante ressaltar que cabe ao marido, digo, atacante saber se posicionar bem (o que, vamos combinar, está cada vez mais raro), esperando a hora exata de receber o passe (da bola, não de macumba)."&lt;br /&gt;Texto retirado de &lt;a href="http://www.ogrelofalante.com.br" target="_blank"&gt;www.ogrelofalante.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falando sério:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law 11 - Offside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;Offside Position:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not an offence in itself to be in an offside position. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A player is in an offside position if:&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;he is nearer to his opponents’ goal line than both the ball and the second last opponent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A player is not in an offside position if&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;he is in his own half of the field of play or&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;he is level with the second last opponent or&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;he is level with the last two opponents. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-115143228919046281?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/115143228919046281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=115143228919046281&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/115143228919046281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/115143228919046281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/06/coisa-mais-dificil-que-j-aprendi-ou.html' title='A coisa mais dificil que já aprendi! (ou tentei...)'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-115143037408374124</id><published>2006-06-27T14:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T14:46:14.086-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blé!</title><content type='html'>Pq fuçar e vasculhar minha vida td mundo sabe!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-115143037408374124?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/115143037408374124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=115143037408374124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/115143037408374124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/115143037408374124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/06/bl.html' title='Blé!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-115143029535923463</id><published>2006-06-27T14:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T14:44:55.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just having fun on the web!!</title><content type='html'>So, you want a &lt;strong&gt;gangsta name&lt;/strong&gt;, huh, sucka?&lt;br /&gt;I now dub your ass:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heavy Red Snappa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to America. Grab &lt;strong&gt;a cab, a name&lt;/strong&gt;, and chase that American dream:&lt;br /&gt;If anyone can pronounce it, you will be called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mûng Mûng Peterson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you've just hooked a great mate, but don't have a disgustingly cute &lt;strong&gt;pet name&lt;/strong&gt; for them yet?&lt;br /&gt;Endearing pet name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mookie Nooks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usage: "Awww, did my little Mookie Nooks have a rough day at work?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've recently acquired a peg leg, eye patch, hook and parrot, but now you need that perfect &lt;strong&gt;pirate name&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We'll now call ye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cowerin' Joan Smythe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you just got made, eh? All the other &lt;strong&gt;mafiosi got cool names&lt;/strong&gt;, so now you need one.&lt;br /&gt;We'll now call ya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Armless Sarina Delucci&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-115143029535923463?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/115143029535923463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=115143029535923463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/115143029535923463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/115143029535923463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-having-fun-on-web.html' title='Just having fun on the web!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-115129706205173593</id><published>2006-06-26T01:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T02:09:19.336-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vc é Creep, Nina! Ridiculamente creep....</title><content type='html'>Vc precisa perguntar pq ele tá feliz. e &lt;strong&gt;espera&lt;/strong&gt; ouvir q eh por causa dela!&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem assim ele te satisfaz as vontades ahn?&lt;br /&gt;Ele saca, e faz isso conscientemente!&lt;br /&gt;Besta é vc, que é &lt;a href="http://www.pedestal.cjb.net"&gt;creep&lt;/a&gt; !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-115129706205173593?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/115129706205173593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=115129706205173593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/115129706205173593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/115129706205173593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/06/vc-creep-nina-ridiculamente-creep.html' title='Vc é Creep, Nina! Ridiculamente creep....'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-115092046883389619</id><published>2006-06-21T17:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T01:26:56.236-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A verdade, o que sentimos, a realidade...</title><content type='html'>Tá tudo aí.&lt;br /&gt;Na frente de seus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;A solução e o problema.&lt;br /&gt;Você não enxerga pq não quer.&lt;br /&gt;Ou porque eles chegaram tarde demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classificados:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro:&lt;br /&gt;- e-books do Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;br /&gt;- Apê barato ou república em SP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vendo:&lt;br /&gt;- casas em lauro de freitas/BA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troco:&lt;br /&gt;-e-books&lt;br /&gt;-mp3s&lt;br /&gt;-filmes digitais&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-115092046883389619?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/115092046883389619/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=115092046883389619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/115092046883389619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/115092046883389619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/06/verdade-o-que-sentimos-realidade.html' title='A verdade, o que sentimos, a realidade...'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114938186306402046</id><published>2006-06-03T21:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T21:44:23.080-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/DSC05412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/200/DSC05412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ 03.06.2006 ] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Familia!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu avô. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor acima de tudo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114938186306402046?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114938186306402046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114938186306402046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114938186306402046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114938186306402046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/06/03.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114912903457189374</id><published>2006-05-31T22:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:30:34.603-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É preciso força pra sonhar e perceber que a estrada vai além do que se vê!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Só levo a saudade morena, é tudo o que vale a pena!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empurra, empurra os dias, empurra e espera a dor passar. Até quando?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A certeza do amor não me deixa nunca mais!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de chorar é grande. mas eu sou maior.&lt;br /&gt;Os sonhos voltam. tenho medo de dormir. sei que não verei nenhuma novidade.&lt;br /&gt;Acordo assustada. E durmo de novo. Sou maior do que td isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu preciso andar um caminho só, vou buscar alguém que eu nem sei quem [eu] sou....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os planos da busca fervilham na minha cabeça. a razão me prende no chão.&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã o dia vai ser dificil. sábado vai ser pior ainda. &lt;em&gt;e&lt;/em&gt; no domingo eu vou acordar ferida.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que se tenho esse fardo é porque posso suporta-lo. Porque isso tem q ser um fardo?&lt;br /&gt;It`s family, after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114912903457189374?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114912903457189374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114912903457189374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114912903457189374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114912903457189374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/05/preciso-fora-pra-sonhar-e-perceber-que.html' title='É preciso força pra sonhar e perceber que a estrada vai além do que se vê!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114860074146830537</id><published>2006-05-25T20:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T20:45:41.493-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por que amanhã não é só o dia depois de hoje???</title><content type='html'>Será que algum dia vai ser???&lt;br /&gt;Quando será que eu vou simplesmente esquecer???&lt;br /&gt;Tenho impressão que isso não vai acontecer nunca.&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o tipo de amor que não morre. Pena que é só o amor que não morre.&lt;br /&gt;Não vou falar muito não, mas é que toda vez que esse dia chega isso chega junto, e chega a certeza de que nada me daria mais prazer amanhã do que ver ela feliz. Até daria dois beijinhos em 100 velhinhas com maquiagem exageradas e perfumes super-doces.&lt;br /&gt;Chega, preciso parar de querer coisas que não voltam mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triste, triste, triste, triste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114860074146830537?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114860074146830537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114860074146830537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114860074146830537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114860074146830537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/05/por-que-amanh-no-s-o-dia-depois-de.html' title='Por que amanhã não é só o dia depois de hoje???'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114756339467081234</id><published>2006-05-13T20:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T20:36:34.683-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanta coisa pra escrever....</title><content type='html'>... e esse mal estar,&lt;br /&gt;por hora,&lt;br /&gt; colo aqui um trecho que copiei da página da &lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.net/pamnogueira"&gt;minha irmã escolhida&lt;/a&gt;, do cara que ela simplesmente adora,&lt;br /&gt;e começo a concordar com ela........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não te tocar, não pedir um abraço, não pedir ajuda, não dizer que estou ferido, que quase morri, não dizer nada, fechar os olhos, ouvir o barulho do mar, fingindo dormir, que tudo está bem, os hematomas no plexo solar, o coração rasgado, tudo bem"[Caio Fernando Abreu]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way,&lt;br /&gt;bem oportuno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114756339467081234?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114756339467081234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114756339467081234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114756339467081234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114756339467081234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/05/tanta-coisa-pra-escrever.html' title='Tanta coisa pra escrever....'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114731805016096480</id><published>2006-05-11T00:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T00:27:30.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Serendipity</title><content type='html'>The Three Princes of Serendip is an old &lt;a title="Persia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Persia"&gt;Persian&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Fairy tale" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fairy_tale"&gt;fairy tale&lt;/a&gt; about three men who were on a mission but they always found something that was irrelevant but needed in reality. They discovered things by serendipty and sagacity. In the camel story, the Three Princes use trace clues to precisely identify a camel they have never seen (lame; blind in one eye; missing a tooth; carrying a pregnant maiden; bearing honey on one side and butter on the other). This result of &lt;a title="Abductive reasoning" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abductive_reasoning"&gt;abductive reasoning&lt;/a&gt; is not what is meant by serendipity (the discovery of something not sought). Because of their cleverness and sagacity, they are accused of stealing the camel and are about to be put to death by Bahram Gur. Suddenly and without anyone seeking him out, a traveler steps forward to say that he has just seen the missing camel wandering in the desert. Bahram spares the lives of the Three Princes, lavishes them with rich rewards and appoints them as advisors. These rewards are the unsought (serendipitous) results of their sagacious insights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114731805016096480?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114731805016096480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114731805016096480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114731805016096480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114731805016096480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/05/serendipity.html' title='Serendipity'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114720531746442075</id><published>2006-05-09T16:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T17:08:37.630-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it the month????</title><content type='html'>Ainda não sei, pode ser que seja!!!&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de chorar me domina de um jeito que é quase impossivel de resistir. Estou chorando agora pela primeira vez desde que isso (re)começou. Definitivamente é o mês.&lt;br /&gt;Ando me sentindo perseguida por um cheiro. O sinto em quase todo lugar. Acabei de me lembrar de onde é esse cheiro, é cheiro de casa. Da casa que não tenho mais.  E junta com o mês. Me pergunto se algum dia isso vai simplesmente passar. Se algum dia maio vai ser só maio e nada mais e junho vai ser só junho e nada mais. E vai chegar Julho, que é um mês super legal. Aniversário de 4 pessoas que eu amo muito. É ainda bem que eu tenho Julho, pq por esse ano maio não é só maio e a perspectiva do junho não parece fazer de junho só junho. E o coração aperta. E a memória me joga na cara que algumas coisas não se esquece. Que amor verdadeiro não se esquece. Só posso continuar acreditando que a vida é  mesmo esse ir em vir sem razão. Lembro que me cansei da razão e desisti de procura-las. Acho que agora não me resta mais nada além do trabalho pra sufocar minhas memórias.&lt;br /&gt;Lembro do som do portão da rua abrindo, do ranger da porta, da exata localização dos móveis e dos bibelôs em cima da mesa da sala, do lugar onde escondia meus caramelos, da mesa da sala, sempre cheia de pessoas que amo, do doce de leite em cima da mesa, ouço o barulho da televisão ligada no Boris Casoy, e do ronco dele. Entro no corredor. A cozinha e a sala de costura estão escuras. Chego ao Gabinete. Os dois estão dormindo. Vou dar o beijo dela primeiro, depois o dele. Ele vai acordar dizendo que não tava dormindo, ela vai piscar o olho pra mim e vamos dar uma risadinha. Saio do Gabinete e viro pro living. O som do relógio me dá conforto, depois vou saber que o conforto dá lugar a saudade. Entro no meu quarto. Limpo e perfumado. Minhas roupas limpas estão em cima da cama para eu guardar. Lavo logo as minhas mãos. Sei que ela vai perguntar e depois de ouvir uma resposta afirmativa duvidar que eu fiz isso. Ajudo ela com o jantar e vemos a novela juntos. Depois, tá muito tarde! Ele vão dormir e eu fico lendo no quarto.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo era tão normal, tão simples, tão previsivel e tão lindo.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje essas coisas são só memórias que não viram sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Me contento em torcer para não ter pesadelos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114720531746442075?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114720531746442075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114720531746442075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114720531746442075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114720531746442075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/05/is-it-month.html' title='Is it the month????'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114694179856784354</id><published>2006-05-06T15:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T15:56:38.566-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixa o moço bater, que eu cansei da nossa fuga.......</title><content type='html'>Nada vai mudar entre nós. Como eu sei?&lt;br /&gt;Eu só sei.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo vai permanecer igual, afinal, não há nada a fazer. Eu não nego, eu me entrego, você é meu grande amor, e hoje eu vou te dizer "eu te amo” ... &lt;br /&gt;Eu imploro, eu te adoro, você tem meu coração a bater pra você, mais uma canção. &lt;br /&gt;Como pode alguém perder você como eu fiz?&lt;br /&gt;Como eu quis não te ter?&lt;br /&gt;Vivo iludido a acreditar que o amor não se pôs em você.&lt;br /&gt;Eu me entrego, eu não nego...&lt;br /&gt;Eu errei, mas sou capaz de fazer sua vida melhor. Tô voltando, não sei quando, pra roubar teu coração, vou chegar no final de mais uma canção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mais uma canção - LH]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114694179856784354?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114694179856784354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114694179856784354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114694179856784354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114694179856784354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/05/deixa-o-moo-bater-que-eu-cansei-da.html' title='Deixa o moço bater, que eu cansei da nossa fuga.......'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114694146404694430</id><published>2006-05-06T15:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T15:51:04.046-03:00</updated><title type='text'>About StrangeDorothy..........</title><content type='html'>This person I´m going toi describe is a freak. I won´t tell her name. Or I could be easily  googled....&lt;br /&gt;StrangeDorothy ( or SD as I´ll call her here) is an almost 50 far far away relative. She´s ugly and she doesn´t treats herself very well, and... she wears the most old fashioned things I´ve ever seen. One of her children is gay and everybody notices it. Except them...&lt;br /&gt;I never know exctely what she does for work. Today I presumed she´s a psychologist, or a journalist, I´m not sure. The fact is that she´s insane! Nuts, mentally ill!&lt;br /&gt;She can say or do things you can´t imagine. She goes to same parties as I do., and trys to flirt with the same guys I flirt, they´re my age. No results for her by now!&lt;br /&gt;Somedays she pretends to be a doctor.  No matter what you feel, she prescribes borium water.Already scared??? Be prepared for more. Much more...&lt;br /&gt;She could have married DanDan, owner from a huge communication group, recently involved with corruption scandals in Brazil. But she really didn´t want him. He was smart, cool, Handsome, wealthy and SHE  dumped him. (humrum..O.o). I´d like to know what makes she think that he wanted to marry her. They danced in a New year Eve Party when she was 13, the  another day he was with another girlfriend, and SHE DUMPED THE BIG GUY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The same way she dumped another guy with the same adjectives that i can´t remember the name.  Actually, this one I can´t remember ´s The coolestguy because now he is not involved in corruption scandals. The real thing is : none of them wanted her. What makes she think that?????&lt;br /&gt;Now, she´s interested in the owner of one of the biggest air companies in Brazil, who just joined the Forbes list by winning his first million dollar. She assures to everyone that the only difficult is to reach him. When She solves this, there will be no more problem because he won´t resist her charm.&lt;br /&gt;Her what????????&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, her charm! As she had some of it......&lt;br /&gt;Entering in the politics subject ther´s already a slogan: “ two things never change, Coke and Sd´s opinion”.&lt;br /&gt;She had always been with the PT partie, the corruPTists! She assures you that Lula knewd nothing about the corruption scheme in his government, everything they´ve done is perfect and they are the only solution to the country. If they took something underneath the law, It´s because everybody does. And they´re not wrong. She´s  also the fan number 1 of the chief of the thieves.&lt;br /&gt;She´s insane, and I left the conversation at this part. We´ve tried hard but the worst kind of blind is the one who doesn´t wants to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I just wrote all this because I´m revolted with the sickness of this womam. Althought I have not changed  the facts, the name were changed or intensively forgotten cause I don´t want this to be public by me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114694146404694430?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114694146404694430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114694146404694430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114694146404694430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114694146404694430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/05/about-strangedorothy.html' title='About StrangeDorothy..........'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114694129464607589</id><published>2006-05-06T15:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T15:48:14.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esse blog é meio retardado.....</title><content type='html'>Pq eu penso as coisas e na hora não posso escrever e ai anoto no primeiro papel que vejo pela frente e depois passo pro pc!!!&lt;br /&gt;Então, quando voltava de Maceió pensei em algumas coisas e são elas que vou escrever aqui agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ta embaixo...........]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114694129464607589?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114694129464607589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114694129464607589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114694129464607589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114694129464607589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/05/esse-blog-meio-retardado.html' title='Esse blog é meio retardado.....'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114694123727241968</id><published>2006-05-06T15:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T15:47:17.273-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meine vater und ich</title><content type='html'>Detesto admitir isso, mas estamos cada dia mais parecidos. E nem é fisicamente, que as pessoas acham que pareço mais com mamys, é no jeito, justamente o que sempre critiquei nele. Essa semana escrevi um bilhete pra alguém. Depois eu fui dar uma olhada, a letra ta igualzinha. Até a letra. Pffffff.....&lt;br /&gt;Tem antídoto pra isso???&lt;br /&gt;Ah, também compartilhamos um hábito um tanto quanto idiota. Minha avó tinha um binóculo. Nem é superpotente. É binóculo mulherzinha. De madrepérola. Atrás da nossa mesa de café tem um janelão que dá pra ver o mar. É só ver um navio lá longe que corremos pra pegar o binóculo. Dividimos até o navio sair do nosso campo de visão. Isso não acontece todo dia. Na verdade, falta espetáculo nesse sentido. HheheheheheheheQuando voltei de Maceió contei doze navios parados perto das docas. Cheguei a conclusão que nem todos eles têm que passar pela nossa janela pra chegar a cidade. E me chateei com isso. Não dá pra colocar umas raias no mar? Uma passarela pra eu e daddy ficarmos observando e especulando o que eles devem estar trazendo, ou de onde são, ou quantas pessoas tem ali dentro, ou há quantos dias eles estão no mar......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114694123727241968?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114694123727241968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114694123727241968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114694123727241968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114694123727241968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/05/meine-vater-und-ich.html' title='Meine vater und ich'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114694102114606801</id><published>2006-05-06T15:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T15:43:41.146-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nossa Casa</title><content type='html'>Coincidentemente esse foi o tema do Globo Repórter de ontem. A relação que temos com nossa casa é algo que chega a ser obsceno. Tipo, não sou uma pessoa muito caseira nem nada. Me oferece uma oportunidade no Japão agora pra ver se eu não arrume uma mochila e largo a casa aqui...... Mas mesmo assim, tem aquela sensação que prende a gente que eu não sei explicar. Toda vez que viajo os aviões passam por cima do meu prédio. Esteja eu indo embora ou chegando eu olho. Procuro aquela pontinha preta e dourada perto daquela outra azul e branca. Na maioria das vezes eu acho. E fico olhando, só olhando e pensando o qual besta eu sou por estar fazendo isso. Mas eu olho e não posso negar. É minha casa. Viagem pra mim sempre é aventura. Será que eu faço isso pra gravar o meu porto seguro na minha mente? Pra saber que é ali que eu encontro o conforto se tudo der errado??? Não sei, não ando sabendo de muita coisa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114694102114606801?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114694102114606801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114694102114606801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114694102114606801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114694102114606801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/05/nossa-casa.html' title='Nossa Casa'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114694093490604328</id><published>2006-05-06T15:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T15:42:14.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A sensação de voar</title><content type='html'>É uma coisa bem besta a que eu vou escrever. Eu amo voar, e não tem como se acostumar. Eu já voei umas mil vezes, pela primeira vez com dois meses e nunca passo um ano sem voar. E é lindo, e não tem como não se encantar, de sentir aquele friozinho na barriga de ver o aeroporto sendo deixado a 100000 km/h. Ou talvez por tudo que vc larga. Seria uma representação. Não é só uma cidade que vc deixa pra trás, são pessoas, lugares, lembranças, alegrias, decepções, aprendizado. Não sei explicar, só fiquei com vontade de dizer o quanto eu amo essa sensação das rodinhas estarem saindo do chão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114694093490604328?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114694093490604328/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114694093490604328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114694093490604328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114694093490604328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/05/sensao-de-voar.html' title='A sensação de voar'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114674545336708210</id><published>2006-05-04T09:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T09:24:13.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes life can be deceiving.........</title><content type='html'>I have a zillion things to write here. A zillion. I wrote all of then in my uni. notebook and left it in the car. It´s late and there´s no way to go there to take it!&lt;br /&gt;By now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANARCHY&lt;br /&gt;1. absence of hierarchy, power and authority&lt;br /&gt;2. absence of any form of political authority or government&lt;br /&gt;3. political disorder and confusion&lt;br /&gt;4. absence of any cohesive principle, such as a common standard or purpose&lt;br /&gt;5. without rules or laws (syn: anomie, anomy)&lt;br /&gt;6. self-government&lt;br /&gt;7. a government without a ruler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;&gt;---- --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;In sociology: Anomie, called popularly Anarchy, a social condition that refers to the breakdown of the government&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;In international relations: Anarchy is a theoretical view of international relations that posits that the world system is fundamentally leaderless and without a single, coercive, hierarchically superior power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;In history: The Anarchy, a period of civil war during the reign of King Stephen of England&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; In my house: Nina and Ciça alone, too many parties as I want, no time to eat, nor sleep, pc on till ever, nina listen Los hermanos veeery loud, and nobody even noticing my dady´s boring dog!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so coooooooooooooooooool!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114674545336708210?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114674545336708210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114674545336708210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114674545336708210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114674545336708210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/05/sometimes-life-can-be-deceiving_04.html' title='Sometimes life can be deceiving.........'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114674537218320253</id><published>2006-05-04T09:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T09:22:52.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes life can be deceiving.........</title><content type='html'>I have a zillion things to write here. A zillion. I wrote all of then in my uni. notebook and left it in the car. It´s late and there´s no way to go there to take it!&lt;br /&gt;By now......&lt;br /&gt;ANARCHY&lt;br /&gt;1. absence of hierarchy, power and authority 2. absence of any form of political authority or government 3. political disorder and confusion 4. absence of any cohesive principle, such as a common standard or purpose 5. without rules or laws (syn: anomie, anomy) 6. self-government 7. a government without a ruler&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;&gt;---- --&gt;In sociology: Anomie, called popularly Anarchy, a social condition that refers to the breakdown of the government&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;In international relations: Anarchy is a theoretical view of international relations that posits that the world system is fundamentally leaderless and without a single, coercive, hierarchically superior power.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;In history: The Anarchy, a period of civil war during the reign of King Stephen of England&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; In my house: Nina and Ciça alone, too many parties as I want, no time to eat, nor sleep, pc on till ever, nina listen Los hermanos veeery loud, and nobody even noticing my dady´s boring dog!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so coooooooooooooooooool!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114674537218320253?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114674537218320253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114674537218320253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114674537218320253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114674537218320253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/05/sometimes-life-can-be-deceiving.html' title='Sometimes life can be deceiving.........'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114602168976715395</id><published>2006-04-26T00:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T00:24:53.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaatchin!!!</title><content type='html'>Tô gribada!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after tomorrow....... Maceió.......M.E.D.O. dos e-mail que recebo............&lt;br /&gt;Ai, ai, medo boooooooooooooooooooooum!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra pensar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não sou eu que sou redundante, é a rotina que teima em existir!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114602168976715395?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114602168976715395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114602168976715395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114602168976715395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114602168976715395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/04/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaatchin.html' title='Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaatchin!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114581578194823570</id><published>2006-04-23T15:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T15:14:53.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Yupeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!</title><content type='html'>Minha mãe conseguiu convencer meu pai a aceitar tv a cabo aqui em casa de novo e finalmente eu vou poder ver o Manhattan Connection no conforto do meu lar!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='Yupeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114564889101817569</id><published>2006-04-21T16:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T17:00:14.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Faz-me rir....</title><content type='html'>do orkut lógico néam????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorte de hoje: Uma boa época para concluir tarefas inacabadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que ele tá falando do artigo de sete páginas que só tem um paragrafo feito, do seminário de sociologia ou da definição da minha sobrancelha????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114564889101817569?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114564889101817569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114564889101817569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114564889101817569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114564889101817569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/04/faz-me-rir.html' title='Faz-me rir....'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114542154015123429</id><published>2006-04-19T01:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T01:39:00.163-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LH addicted!!</title><content type='html'>Que o show foi lindo nao é novidade. Nme que Camelo é perfeito. Nem que prum show de LH tudo vale  a pena. Mas que eu participava disso ai??? Que minha voz tava no meio disso ai???&lt;br /&gt;E eu to tooooooooooooooda arrepiada!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.uol.com.br/loshermanos/"&gt;http://www2.uol.com.br/loshermanos/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu tenho outros assuntos sim!&lt;br /&gt;Vaaaaaaaaaarios outros assuntos. Mas falar de que se eu tenho LH pra idolatrar???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114542154015123429?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114542154015123429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114542154015123429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114542154015123429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114542154015123429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/04/lh-addicted.html' title='LH addicted!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114524365598604501</id><published>2006-04-17T00:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T15:14:38.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É, a perfeição existeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!</title><content type='html'>Depois de conversa, autografos e etc.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amarante, posso te fazer uma pergunta???"&lt;br /&gt;" po....pode"&lt;br /&gt;" QUE VC TAVA PENSANDO QD ESCREVEU OS PASSAROS???"&lt;br /&gt;"PO...EU TAVA TENTANDO NAO PENSAR EM NADA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lindooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;pq eu nao preciso falar de camelo neh???&lt;br /&gt;barba no ponto, cehiro de suor, de homem, de cigarro.....&lt;br /&gt;Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114524365598604501?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114524365598604501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114524365598604501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114524365598604501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114524365598604501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/04/perfeio-existeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='É, a perfeição existeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114494862447397603</id><published>2006-04-13T14:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T14:17:04.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'>What´s this whole tradition thing about?????</title><content type='html'>Each society has it rules. That´s quite of a commom statement but rules were really made to be broken. I´ve just watched " Saving face". I took it yesterday on the video store. I planned to take some ridiculous romantic-comedy to kill time and to make my imagination travel a little bit. Well, it did travelled but the whole film became a big surprise after all. There weren´t a boy and a girl and none of them we´re richer or smarter then the other. They were just common girls, with their problems and feelings, and qualities, like everyone. And they love each other. And they lived in a strictelly chinese traditional community in NYC. Some simple things that made up a whole big situation after all. And the mother of one of the girls was pregnant and hided the fathers name. Well at this point things were really messed up. And so? What now???&lt;br /&gt;Traditions are good but the whole world has changed. Is it worthy to sacrifice our feelings for traditions? How hapiness being traditional can bring to you?&lt;br /&gt;when things turn to that point it is necessary to cut off all the narrow-minded thoughts and listen to your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Assume yourself. Assume the ones you love. Love isn´t a shame after all is it?&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to write some more but I´m feeling pain on my neck and I have to assume this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114494862447397603?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114494862447397603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114494862447397603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114494862447397603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114494862447397603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/04/whats-this-whole-tradition-thing-about.html' title='What´s this whole tradition thing about?????'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114454352391977186</id><published>2006-04-08T21:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T21:45:23.933-03:00</updated><title type='text'>She´s the one!!!</title><content type='html'>Beetween the romance and the comedy I keep both!!!&lt;br /&gt;"One step at a time lady!"&lt;br /&gt;How do you live your life?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, you may go to college, work, gym andeverything. How do you act about it. Why do you do it. Are you sincere with yourself? Are you sincere with the ones you love? Or even with the ones you don´t really love but the ones you deal with....&lt;br /&gt;It´s just that people mess things ou so easy!&lt;br /&gt;I´m just tired of writing and it´s simple, and I won´t mess it out!&lt;br /&gt;I would talk about this movie but I gave up. As no one reads, i´ll keep it this way. Just because it would cost me some time to erase! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114454352391977186?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114454352391977186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114454352391977186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114454352391977186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114454352391977186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/04/shes-one.html' title='She´s the one!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114454194221033390</id><published>2006-04-08T20:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T21:19:02.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prince and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Seems that I´ll continue writing about the movies I see......)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, the title is really "The Prince and me" and it has Julia Stiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know you´re thinking it´s ridiculous teenage soup opera but it´s reaaly intense!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It´s really a history about a common girl who meets a prince in an unexpected way, doens´t know he´s a prince, they fall in love, she discovers, she hates him, then she decides to find him, because she loves him and etc. Well the Prince we´re talking about said at some moment that the girl should look underneath the surface. Let´s look underneath the surface about this whole history. Altought find that guy is a dream of 9 of 10 girls, its completely rare. (At this point I should remember: I´m still waiting for you William!) So, back to the film, The girls dream about it like people dream about winning in the lotto. I´m not saying it´s easy but you have chances to win at lotto twice a week. How many princes available there are today in the world? And besides, if you win on lotto you´ll buy a car, a plane, 500 houses... what would you do if you find a Prince? live with him, and then? And if you don´t fall in love with the prince? So, I´m running from my point again. Who ever thought about the consequences of finding and maybe fall in love with a Prince. Like changing all your life. Ok, I didn´t put things right here so find your prince and be happy ok?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114454194221033390?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114454194221033390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114454194221033390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114454194221033390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114454194221033390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/04/prince-and-me.html' title='The Prince and Me'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114427512496823473</id><published>2006-04-05T18:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T19:12:05.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause sometimes life sucks.......</title><content type='html'>It´s awful how a big mistake can be made by trying to do good actions!&lt;br /&gt;This is a story of a different relationship.  Know that excluded girl? Like, not ugly or boring, just too over to support? It´s like this.It began with pitty. Was that the time the borderline was crossed?  Did that girl deserved an action soooooooo good? Anyway..it´s too late! A trip and some parties latter it was a relantionship. This wasn´t friendship. There are no  friendship with second intentions! Know that relationship (now I´m talking about love relationships) when one of the couple seems to be both of them? When this person is always forgetting her own desires and living for someone else? When one of them needs to be the pratical and the romantic. To support in all kind of ways? It turned in something like this. How could pitty transform itself into self-anulation?Luckly this is girl could get her life back, she´s smart and now she´s aware. People can be so bad sometimes..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114427512496823473?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114427512496823473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114427512496823473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114427512496823473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114427512496823473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/04/cause-sometimes-life-sucks.html' title='Cause sometimes life sucks.......'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114377621262898761</id><published>2006-03-31T00:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T00:36:52.666-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pOrque eu gosto do orkut!!!!</title><content type='html'>Sorte de hoje: Deixe de lado as preocupações e seja feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revolta: É quando a  cerveja de R41,69 sobe pra R$1,89 e depois pa R$2,29!&lt;br /&gt;HUnf!&lt;br /&gt;Coincidencia: é quando duas pessoas pessoas estao falndo q aqulele amigo de infancia era gatinho e q super pegavam ele qd a pessoa aparce com os amigos no mesmo bar!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sono: é o q eu to sentindo agora&lt;br /&gt;Ressaca: é o q  me aguarda  amanha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114377621262898761?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114377621262898761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114377621262898761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114377621262898761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114377621262898761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/03/porque-eu-gosto-do-orkut.html' title='pOrque eu gosto do orkut!!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114348399795567341</id><published>2006-03-27T15:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T15:26:37.976-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jornal A Tarde, 27 de Março de 2006 -  Clipping nefasto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/sfunerario.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/200/sfunerario.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Vende-se lote Jardim da Saudade. motivo viagem"&lt;br /&gt;Ahn????&lt;br /&gt;Como assim???&lt;br /&gt;Meu pai disse  que acabou de descobrir um novo nicho de mercado: Agência de Turismo para mortos!&lt;br /&gt;Ai, ai....abstrai!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Abstrai que é melhor!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114348399795567341?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114348399795567341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114348399795567341&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114348399795567341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114348399795567341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/03/jornal-tarde-27-de-maro-de-2006.html' title='Jornal A Tarde, 27 de Março de 2006 -  Clipping nefasto'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114331983508910573</id><published>2006-03-25T17:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T17:50:35.550-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ping? Pooooooooooooooooooooing!</title><content type='html'>Rebatendo declaração de Palocci, Alckmin afirmou que país vive retração econômica e desemprego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SÃO PAULO - O governador de São Paulo e candidato tucano à Presidência da República, Geraldo Alckmin, rebateu neste sábado a afirmação do ministro da Fazenda, Antonio Palocci, de que "a economia está no céu". &lt;strong&gt;"O economês pode estar no céu, mas as pessoas estão no inferno."&lt;/strong&gt; A declaração de Palocci foi nesta sexta-feira, em evento na Câmara de Comércio Brasil-Estados Unidos (Amcham), em São Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://www.oi.com.br/data/Pages/0368EBB1ITEMIDE6307966506A4FE49EB547C4C75AE4DAPTBRIE.htm"&gt;OI Noticias&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olh a facaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahauahuahuahuhauhauhauahauhauhauahu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114331983508910573?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114331983508910573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114331983508910573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114331983508910573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114331983508910573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/03/ping-pooooooooooooooooooooing.html' title='Ping? Pooooooooooooooooooooing!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114326132096768880</id><published>2006-03-25T01:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T01:40:21.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cachorro é tudo de bom!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/200/no%20sol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somos loucos por cachorro. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Algumas pessoas são a favor das baleias. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Outras, das árvores. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nós gostamos mesmo é de cachorro. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Os grandes e os pequenos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Os de guarda e os brincalhões. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Os de raça e os vira-latas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somos a favor dos passeios, das corridas e travessuras, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;de cavar, coçar, cheirar e brincar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somos a favor de parques com cachorros,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;de portas pra cachorro. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E da vida de cão. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Se houvesse um feriado internacional em que todos os &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cães fossem reconhecidos por sua contribuição para a &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;qualidade de vida na Terra, nós seríamos a favor também. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Porque somos loucos por cachorro. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cachorro é tudo de bom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ Propaganda da Pedigree ] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/IMAG0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/200/IMAG0165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/DSC01495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/200/DSC01495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/IMAG0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/200/IMAG0108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/IMAG0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/200/IMAG0151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/102_0263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/200/102_0263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114326132096768880?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114326132096768880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114326132096768880&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114326132096768880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114326132096768880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/03/cachorro-tudo-de-bom.html' title='Cachorro é tudo de bom!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114288094541292783</id><published>2006-03-20T15:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T16:31:07.603-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem duvida????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"L'enfer, c'est les autres", &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean-Paul_Sartre" title="Jean-Paul Sartre"&gt;Jean-Paul Sartre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No caso, o inferno da vez é um programa chamado Hello que não deixa eu fazer up load de minhas fotos!&lt;br /&gt;Como hj estou de saco cheio e isso é publico e notério vou zoar esse post!&lt;br /&gt;HUnf&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/320/show_image_cache.php.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean-Paul_Sartre" title="Jean-Paul Sartre"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114288094541292783?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114288094541292783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114288094541292783&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114288094541292783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114288094541292783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/03/quem-duvida.html' title='Quem duvida????'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114279133311959621</id><published>2006-03-19T14:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T15:02:13.133-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Il mio primo codice categoria italiano</title><content type='html'>Pra variar, mas só pra variar.... eu cheguei beeeeeem atrasada!&lt;br /&gt;Aí essa é  a parte da "mea culpa". Admito! Gente, é praticamente impossivel não encaixar o frances junto com o italiano. A mulher pediu pro Prô traduzir " Mi manchi" que significa " Sinto falta", Mas é inevitavel pensar "Mi manchi de toi"!!&lt;br /&gt;Besides, ficou até mais romântico!&lt;br /&gt;Então.... tô eu lá no meu canto pensando esse tipo de besteira e  a mulher se apresentando.&lt;br /&gt;A pergunta era " Quem é você e por que quer aprender italiano?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;" Eu sou Tatiane e quero aprender Italiano pq eu trabalho com muitos&lt;br /&gt;Italianos e fico meio sem entender as coisas. Também quando eles ligam, fica&lt;br /&gt;dificil de entender o que eles tão falando!"  =&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Abstrai !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114279133311959621?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114279133311959621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114279133311959621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114279133311959621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114279133311959621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/03/il-mio-primo-codice-categoria-italiano.html' title='Il mio primo codice categoria italiano'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114254536640618588</id><published>2006-03-16T18:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T18:42:46.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sou obrigada a ler cada coisa..........</title><content type='html'>De um amigo com saudade do Carnaval de Salvador:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"ai, que saudade do xeirinho de xixi fresco"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De um acomunidade do orkut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Será que ele trepa de chapeu e óculos?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114254536640618588?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114254536640618588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114254536640618588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114254536640618588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114254536640618588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/03/eu-sou-obrigada-ler-cada-coisa.html' title='Eu sou obrigada a ler cada coisa..........'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114254113881248213</id><published>2006-03-16T17:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T17:34:27.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I may miss some part of.........</title><content type='html'>"Não dê prioridade a quem te faz de opção"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114254113881248213?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114254113881248213/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114175764122564517</id><published>2006-03-07T15:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T16:09:22.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BBB - big burrice brasileira</title><content type='html'>Hoje eu cheguei no meu limite.&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo mais olhar pra essa situação e me calar, ou conter meus dedos!&lt;br /&gt;quem escreve as noticias do &lt;a href="http://www.globo.com/bbb"&gt;site do Big Broher Brasi&lt;/a&gt;l não logrou êxito na alfabetização.  Só pode!&lt;br /&gt;E pra exemplificar ai vai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Mara, que apenas observa o brother, ri de seus jestos e caretas.  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bbb.globo.com/BBB6/0,29372,NBR1150055-5151,00.html"&gt;jestos&lt;/a&gt;?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A falta de revisão ainda pode ser constatada em:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"perde tempo, dá um cheiro nos cabelos da morena e a convida para ficar&lt;a href="http://bbb.globo.com/BBB6/0,29372,NBR1149575-5151,00.html"&gt; debvaixo&lt;/a&gt; do edredom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"    Rafael e Gustavo estão na cozinha lanchando. O professor &lt;a href="http://bbb.globo.com/BBB6/0,29372,NBR1149670-5151,00.html"&gt;quer do brother&lt;/a&gt; se ele acha que"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunf! ô coisa que me irrita!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114175764122564517?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114175764122564517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114175764122564517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114175764122564517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114175764122564517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/03/bbb-big-burrice-brasileira.html' title='BBB - big burrice brasileira'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114126425193924116</id><published>2006-03-01T22:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:50:51.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo carnaval tem seu fim??????</title><content type='html'>I looked away&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked back at you&lt;br /&gt;You tried to say&lt;br /&gt;Things that you can't undo&lt;br /&gt;If I had my way&lt;br /&gt;I'd never get over you&lt;br /&gt;Today's the day&lt;br /&gt;I pray that we make it through&lt;br /&gt;Make it through the fall&lt;br /&gt;Make it through it all&lt;br /&gt;and I don't want to fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sit and stare at you and&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk about it and&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a conversation&lt;br /&gt;I just want to cry in front of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk about it cuz&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one&lt;br /&gt;I'd be with 'til the end&lt;br /&gt;When I come undone&lt;br /&gt;You bring me back again&lt;br /&gt;Back under the stars&lt;br /&gt;Back into your arms&lt;br /&gt;and I don't want to fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sit and stare at you&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk about it and&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a conversation&lt;br /&gt;I just want to cry in front of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk about it cuz&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know who you are&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know where to start&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what this means&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know how you feel&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what is real&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know everything,&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sit and stare at you&lt;br /&gt;and I don't wanna talk about it&lt;br /&gt;and I don't want a conversation&lt;br /&gt;I just want to cry in front of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk about it and&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sit and stare at you and&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk about it and&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a conversation&lt;br /&gt;I just want to cry in front of you and&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna talk about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _&lt;br /&gt;E é o fim???????&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu brincar de ser feliz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114126425193924116?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114126425193924116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114126425193924116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114126425193924116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114126425193924116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/03/todo-carnaval-tem-seu-fim.html' title='Todo carnaval tem seu fim??????'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114126397922313888</id><published>2006-03-01T22:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:46:19.236-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Serendipities Totaaaaaaaaaal!!</title><content type='html'>"Hi, are you chris???"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, Í am. How do you know???"&lt;br /&gt;"So, we´re at msn at we were going to the same camarote and we arranged to meet here!"&lt;br /&gt;"No, I didn´t"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, You did. I´m not that crazy!"&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, I´m waiting a girl but it is definitely not you"&lt;br /&gt;"Of course this is me. Come on! I´m Nina! From Hospitality Club"&lt;br /&gt;"Hospitality what???"&lt;br /&gt;" Aren´t you Chris from Hospitality Club?"&lt;br /&gt;"No! Sorry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai o Chris certo tava lá, no poste seguinte!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hunf!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114126397922313888?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114126397922313888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114126397922313888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114126397922313888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114126397922313888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/03/serendipities-totaaaaaaaaaal.html' title='Serendipities Totaaaaaaaaaal!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-114020896230973110</id><published>2006-02-17T17:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T17:42:42.330-03:00</updated><title type='text'>real life.........</title><content type='html'>Prefiro ter cachorros amigos do que "amigos" cachorros!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-114020896230973110?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/114020896230973110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=114020896230973110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114020896230973110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/114020896230973110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/02/real-life.html' title='real life.........'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-113967707520453871</id><published>2006-02-11T13:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T13:57:55.250-03:00</updated><title type='text'>HEUL DICH BEI MIR AUS</title><content type='html'>Verlaß dich ruhig auf mich denn&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin da für dich wenn&lt;br /&gt;Du den Boden nicht mehr spürst&lt;br /&gt;Wenn du mich brauchst dann will ich&lt;br /&gt;Bei dir sein und für dich&lt;br /&gt;Halten was du sonst verlierst&lt;br /&gt;Heul dich bei mir aus&lt;br /&gt;Laß die Tränen einfach fließen&lt;br /&gt;Du kannst mich damit begießen&lt;br /&gt;Komm in meinen Arm&lt;br /&gt;Und heul dich aus&lt;br /&gt;Verlaß dich ruhig auf mich wenn&lt;br /&gt;Deine Sorgen dich verdrehn&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin da für Dich denn&lt;br /&gt;Ich würd alles tun&lt;br /&gt;Und sogar mit dir untergehn&lt;br /&gt;Heul dich bei mir aus&lt;br /&gt;Laß die Tränen einfach fließen&lt;br /&gt;Heul dich bei mir aus&lt;br /&gt;Laß die Tränen einfach fließen&lt;br /&gt;Du kannst mich damit begießen&lt;br /&gt;Komm in meinen Arm&lt;br /&gt;Und heul dich aus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-113967707520453871?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113967707520453871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=113967707520453871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113967707520453871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113967707520453871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/02/heul-dich-bei-mir-aus.html' title='HEUL DICH BEI MIR AUS'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-113945029654412222</id><published>2006-02-08T22:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T22:58:16.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PA5 ---&gt; PA8 - 7'30'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estou me superando!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;só hj atualizei minha idade ali do lado????&lt;br /&gt;não - aceitação etaria inconsciente?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boa noticia do dia:&lt;br /&gt;ingressos do u2 - comprados&lt;br /&gt;hotel - reservados&lt;br /&gt;passagens - emitida&lt;br /&gt;12 dias para o encontro da minha vida   ..... ai, ai, aiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-113945029654412222?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113945029654412222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=113945029654412222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113945029654412222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113945029654412222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/02/pa5-pa8-730-estou-me-superando-s-hj.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-113927955474580681</id><published>2006-02-06T23:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T23:32:34.766-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Eyed Peas - Don't Lie</title><content type='html'>Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry&lt;br /&gt;Hey, baby my nose is getting big&lt;br /&gt;I noticed it be growing when I been telling them fibs&lt;br /&gt;Now you say your trust's getting weaker&lt;br /&gt;Probably kuz my lies just started getting deeper&lt;br /&gt;And the reason for my confession is that I learn my lesson&lt;br /&gt;And I really think you ought to know the truth&lt;br /&gt;Because I lied and I cheated and I lied a little more&lt;br /&gt;But after I did it I don't know what I did it for&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I have been a little immature&lt;br /&gt;phunkin with your heart like I was the predator&lt;br /&gt;In my book of lies I was the editor and the author&lt;br /&gt;I forged my signature&lt;br /&gt;And now I apologise for what I did to you&lt;br /&gt;Kuz what you did to me I did to you&lt;br /&gt;Refrão:&lt;br /&gt;Nononono baby, nononono don't lie&lt;br /&gt;Kuz Nononono, yeah you know know know know you gotta try&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna do when it all comes out&lt;br /&gt;When they see you &amp; what you're all about&lt;br /&gt;Nonono baby, nononono don't lie&lt;br /&gt;Because you know you know you know you know&lt;br /&gt;you know you gotta try&lt;br /&gt;She said I'm leaving&lt;br /&gt;Kuz she can't take the pain&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to continue this love it ain't the same&lt;br /&gt;Can't forget the things that I’ve done inside her brain&lt;br /&gt;Too many lies committed too many games&lt;br /&gt;She feeling like a fool getting on the last train&lt;br /&gt;Trying to maintain but the feeling won't change&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the things that I've done and what I became&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in living my life in the fast lane&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by lights, cameras, you know the fame&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the reason why I did these things&lt;br /&gt;And I lie and I lie and I lie and I lie&lt;br /&gt;And now our emotions are drained&lt;br /&gt;When you lie and you lie and a little lie lie&lt;br /&gt;And now your emotions are drained&lt;br /&gt;Refrão&lt;br /&gt;Yo, I'm lying to my girl even though I love her&lt;br /&gt;And she all in my world&lt;br /&gt;I give her all my attention and diamonds &amp;amp; pearls&lt;br /&gt;She's the one who makes me feel on top of the world&lt;br /&gt;Still I’m lying to my girl, I do it&lt;br /&gt;And I lie and I lie and I lie till there's no turning back&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, (and I lie and I lie till I don't know who I&lt;br /&gt;am)&lt;br /&gt;And then I tell myself&lt;br /&gt;Nononono baby, nononono don't lie(don't you lie)&lt;br /&gt;Nononono, yeah you know know know know you gotta try&lt;br /&gt;(you know you know you gotta)&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna do when it all comes out&lt;br /&gt;When I see you &amp;amp; what you're all about&lt;br /&gt;Nononono baby, nononono don't lie&lt;br /&gt;Nononono baby, nononono&lt;br /&gt;Stop, st-stop st-stop stop stop lying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-113927955474580681?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113927955474580681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=113927955474580681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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semestre alem de rp vou ser pilota!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-113927668148291935?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113927668148291935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=113927668148291935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113927668148291935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113927668148291935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/02/pa5-pa8-em-9-minutos-depois-desse.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-113927660205238612</id><published>2006-02-06T22:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T22:43:22.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'>utwoooooooooooooooooooooooooo</title><content type='html'>Quem vai ficar o dia td em cas no telefone??????????&lt;br /&gt;tutututututuuttuutututututututu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quem vai ficar com lesao do esforço repetitivo?&lt;br /&gt;tutututututututututututututututututututu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quem tah com o dedo duro de tanto apertar redial????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;tutututuuutuututututututututututututututu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quem vai pro show do u2?????&lt;br /&gt;central de atendimento ticketronic, para comprar ingressos para o show do u2 tenha em maos o seu cpf, papel e caneta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ebaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-113927660205238612?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113927660205238612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=113927660205238612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113927660205238612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113927660205238612'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-113916020357717024?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113916020357717024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=113916020357717024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113916020357717024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113916020357717024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/02/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaai.html' title='Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaai'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-113894286846881389</id><published>2006-02-03T01:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T02:01:08.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'>weird????</title><content type='html'>How does a girls who jumps into a rabbit hole plummeting into chaos comme out unchanged??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não é erro do blog, nem falta de assunto. É que hoje mais do que nunca eu entendi essa frase. Bem na hora que ouvi outra. " Vc quer voltar é???". E o mais estranho é que as respostas das duas perguntas são tão claras na minha cabeça. E ao mesmo tempo, as duas juntas dão margem a 474 milhões de perguntas para as quais só eu tenho resposta. Parece que aquela  frase foi o pontapé pra todas elas sairem do esconderijo e me atacarem. Fui surpreendida por aquela avalanche de perguntas, e para elas, eu não tenho resposta. São perguntas tão desconexas. Tô viajando muito nesse texto, tá até parecendo que chupei droguinhas, mas nem. Nem combina com esse novo momento da minha vida. Tô largando tudo que eu sei que me faz mal.&lt;br /&gt;Minha mente hoje é um mundo de incertezas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does a girls who jumps into a rabbit hole plummeting into chaos comme out unchanged??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the answer: "She doesn´t"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vc quer voltar é???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the answer: "no"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez as duvidas estejam nas razões, mesmo que essas respostas pareçam irracionais.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso me deixou muito cansada, e com sono, vou tentar dormir com minhas perguntas.&lt;br /&gt;Estou realmente incomodada! Tenho a impressão que todas as respostas estão aqui. Acho que sou uma exceção biologica. Não é meu cerebro que comanda meu corpo. É meu coração. Ah, e como ele é complicado. Quase posso ver o coração escondendo as respostas que o cerebro procura!&lt;br /&gt;Preciso dormir, foi pra isso que vim pra casa, por favor perguntas, me deixem dormir, não combina com minha nova fase tomar remedio pra dormir. Definitivamente.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos botar o cerebro pra assumir o controle disso aqui. E que ele diga, que eu vou me deitar agora, ler meu livrinho e tentar deixar as respostas que busco emergirem naturalmente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-113894286846881389?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113894286846881389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=113894286846881389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113894286846881389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113894286846881389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/02/weird.html' title='weird????'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-113840517178151105</id><published>2006-01-27T20:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T20:39:31.800-03:00</updated><title type='text'>the question...</title><content type='html'>How does a girls who jumps into a rabbit hole plummeting into chaos comme out unchanged??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the answer: she doens´t!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-113840517178151105?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113840517178151105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=113840517178151105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113840517178151105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113840517178151105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/01/question.html' title='the question...'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-113821385781696865</id><published>2006-01-25T15:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T15:31:08.040-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguém lembrou de mim assim!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Essa moça tá diferente&lt;br /&gt;Já  não me conhece mais&lt;br /&gt;Está pra lá de pra frente&lt;br /&gt;Está me passando pra  trás&lt;br /&gt;Essa moça tá decidida&lt;br /&gt;A se supermodernizar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ela só samba escondida&lt;br /&gt;Que é pra ninguém reparar&lt;br /&gt;Eu cultivo  rosas e rimas&lt;br /&gt;Achando que é muito bom&lt;br /&gt;Ela me olha de cima&lt;br /&gt;E vai  desinventar o som&lt;br /&gt;Faço-lhe um concerto de flauta&lt;br /&gt;E não lhe desperto  emoção&lt;br /&gt;Ela quer ver o astronauta&lt;br /&gt;Descer na televisão&lt;br /&gt;Mas o tempo  vai&lt;br /&gt;Mas o tempo vem&lt;br /&gt;Ela me desfaz&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que é que tem&lt;br /&gt;Que ela só me  guarda despeito&lt;br /&gt;Que ela só me guarda desdém&lt;br /&gt;Mas o tempo vai&lt;br /&gt;Mas o tempo  vem&lt;br /&gt;Ela me desfaz&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que é que tem&lt;br /&gt;Se do lado esquerdo do  peito&lt;br /&gt;No fundo, ela ainda me quer bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 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&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-113821385781696865?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113821385781696865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=113821385781696865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113821385781696865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113821385781696865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/01/algum-lembrou-de-mim-assim.html' title='Alguém lembrou de mim assim!!!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-113803026074955074</id><published>2006-01-23T12:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T12:31:00.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!</title><content type='html'>Mas só porque eu falei que hoje eu ia pintar meu cabelo de qualquer jeito, acordei com uma crise alérgica insuportável. Desconfio que a tinta só vai piorar as coisas, mas tudo bem, nada que uma semi-overdose dea nti-alergicos não resolvam!&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu vou pintar meu cabelo no meio de uma crise alérgica e isso é fato!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Já ia me esquecendo!&lt;br /&gt;Espanglês!&lt;br /&gt;Se não viu, veja!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Um dos filmes mais lindos que vi ultimamente! Sim, eu chorei e sim, Adam Sandler está surpreendentemente não ridiculo!! Só isso já dá vontade de ver o filme!&lt;br /&gt;E também, ele não é protagonista! Ah! Vou falar mais do filme não, pq ele é muito lindo e daqui a pouco eu choro de novo! Assistam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-113803026074955074?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113803026074955074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=113803026074955074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113803026074955074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113803026074955074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/01/rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-113789670644719764</id><published>2006-01-21T23:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T23:25:06.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amélie</title><content type='html'>Me divertindo com coisas aparentemente ridiculas.&lt;br /&gt;Ano passado resolvi fazer uma lista de coisas que gostaria de ganhar de aniversário. Não mostrei a ninguém, não pedi a ninguém. Era só pra contar quantos desejos meus eles advinhariam. Resultado do ano passado? 1! Só um!!! Só o cd, mas eu falava desse cd toda hora. Então quase nem conta!&lt;br /&gt;Bom, já que ninguém lê isso aqui resolvi colocar minha listinha aqui pra compartilhar com a interface do blogspot!!! hauhauhauahauhauahuahauahauuahauahuahaua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bota "Gloria" Jimmy Choo ;)&lt;br /&gt;2. Audi&lt;br /&gt;3. Chaveiro do Eeyore de pelucia que vende na blockbuster( esse vem desde o ano passado)&lt;br /&gt;4. Dvd "O fabuloso Destino de Amelie Poulain"&lt;br /&gt;5. Cd/dvd U2 Vertigo&lt;br /&gt;6. Máquina digital de 7.0 mp´&lt;br /&gt;7. Qualquer bolsa Jimmy Choo&lt;br /&gt;8. Trivela&lt;br /&gt;9. Chapinha pro cabelo (com ceramica)&lt;br /&gt;10. óculos ray-ban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tô me lembrando mais de nada assim não. Dia 25 sai o gabarito.&lt;br /&gt;huahauhauhauahauhaua&lt;br /&gt;Ah!!! dia 23 vou ficar lora!!!Não passo meu niver com esse cabelo nem q a vaca tussa!!!&lt;br /&gt;hauahuhauahuahauhauhauahauhahauuahu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-113789670644719764?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113789670644719764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=113789670644719764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113789670644719764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113789670644719764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/01/amlie.html' title='Amélie'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-113751911592552086</id><published>2006-01-17T14:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T14:32:15.756-03:00</updated><title type='text'>uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!</title><content type='html'>pQ UUUUUUUUUUUUUU???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá.....&lt;br /&gt;Tenho tempo nem pra respirar hj...&lt;br /&gt;estou aqui olhando pruima lista de coisas a fazer!!!!&lt;br /&gt;E nao estou afzendo nenhuma delas.&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi escrever porque estou um tanto quanto indignada!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Meu avô ligou pra alguem esse ano já??????????&lt;br /&gt;Pq pra mim ele ainda não ligou.......&lt;br /&gt;Pra ir a Sao Paulo A patetinha aqui liga pra ele avisando que vai,  e onde ele está agora????&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar no meio do oceano com a mulher............&lt;br /&gt;ai na hora que ela vai pra ilha ele cobra onde está a familia dele............&lt;br /&gt;Tah bom Robertão..tá bom!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-113751911592552086?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113751911592552086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=113751911592552086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113751911592552086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113751911592552086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/01/uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.html' title='uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-113718408200090982</id><published>2006-01-13T17:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:28:02.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O vento</title><content type='html'>Posso ouvir o vento passar,&lt;br /&gt; assistir à onda bater,&lt;br /&gt; mas o estrago que faz&lt;br /&gt; a vida é curta pra ver...&lt;br /&gt; Eu pensei..&lt;br /&gt; que quando eu morrer&lt;br /&gt; vou acordar para o tempo&lt;br /&gt; e para o tempo parar:&lt;br /&gt; Um século, um mês,&lt;br /&gt; três vidas e mais&lt;br /&gt; um passo pra trás?&lt;br /&gt; Por que será?&lt;br /&gt; ...vou pensar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Como pode alguém sonhar&lt;br /&gt; o que é impossível saber?&lt;br /&gt; - Não te dizer o que eu penso&lt;br /&gt; já é pensar em dizer&lt;br /&gt; e isso, eu vi,&lt;br /&gt; o vento leva!&lt;br /&gt; - Não sei mas&lt;br /&gt; sinto que é como sonhar&lt;br /&gt; que o esforço pra lembrar&lt;br /&gt; é a vontade de esquecer...&lt;br /&gt; e isso por que?&lt;br /&gt; Diz mais!&lt;br /&gt; Uh... se a gente já não sabe mais&lt;br /&gt; rir um do outro meu bem então&lt;br /&gt; o que resta é chorar e talvez,&lt;br /&gt; se tem que durar,&lt;br /&gt; vem renascido o amor&lt;br /&gt; bento de lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt; Um século, três,&lt;br /&gt; se as vidas atrás&lt;br /&gt; são parte de nós.&lt;br /&gt; E como será?&lt;br /&gt; O vento vai dizer&lt;br /&gt; lento o que virá,&lt;br /&gt; e se chover demais,&lt;br /&gt; a gente vai saber,&lt;br /&gt; claro de um trovão,&lt;br /&gt; se alguém depois&lt;br /&gt; sorrir em paz.&lt;br /&gt; Só de encontrar... ah!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Rodrigo Amarante&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-113718408200090982?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113718408200090982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=113718408200090982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113718408200090982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113718408200090982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/01/o-vento.html' title='O vento'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-113717614203987717</id><published>2006-01-13T15:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T15:15:42.040-03:00</updated><title type='text'>13.01.06</title><content type='html'>Hoje Lucy se forma!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aê Valdetona, só falta eu , artur e ciça!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We´re almost there!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-113717614203987717?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113717614203987717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=113717614203987717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113717614203987717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113717614203987717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/01/130106.html' title='13.01.06'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-113717555412018927</id><published>2006-01-13T15:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T15:11:30.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream about it!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>O Instituto Rio Branco anunciou concurso público para a contratação de 105 diplomatas. O cargo exige nível superior em qualquer graduação, e paga salário inicial de R$ 4.615,53.&lt;span id="spanNoticia" class="tit"&gt;&lt;span class="tit" ms="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:xslt"&gt;Emprego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="titu" ms="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:xslt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Concurso oferece 105 vagas de diplomata e paga R$ 4,6 mil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tit" ms="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:xslt"&gt;Segunda, 9 de Janeiro de 2006, 12h08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tit" ms="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:xslt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fonte: &lt;/b&gt;INVERTIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tit" ms="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:xslt"&gt;&lt;table align="right" border="0" bordercolor="red" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;  &lt;script language="JavaScript1.1" src="http://ad.br.doubleclick.net/adj/br.terra.invertia/gral;sz=300x250;tile=1;niv=1;ord=422073252?"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- Template Id = 1440 Template Name = Brasil | @banner (Flash) | 300x250 --&gt; &lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="https://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=3,0,0,0" id="FLASH_AD" height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://m2.2mdn.net/656555/tcompras_arrobabanner_compare03.swf?clickTag=http%3A//ad.br.doubleclick.net/click%253Bh%3Dv5%7C336c%7C3%7C0%7C%252a%7Cz%253B25028645%253B0-0%253B0%253B6629908%253B4307-300%7C250%253B13871542%7C13889438%7C1%253B%253B%257Esscs%253D%253fhttp%3A//comparadorcompras.terra.com.br/catalogo/terra/listagem.jsp%3Fid%3D77%26r%3D6420"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="autohigh"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#F"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://not-a-real-namespace/http://not-a-real-namespace/http://not-a-real-namespace/http://not-a-real-namespace/http://not-a-real-namespace/http://ad.br.doubleclick.net/click%3Bh=v5|336c|3|0|%2a|z%3B25028645%3B0-0%3B0%3B6629908%3B4307-300|250%3B13871542|13889438|1%3B%3B%7Esscs%3D%3fhttp://comparadorcompras.terra.com.br/catalogo/terra/listagem.jsp?id=77&amp;r=6420"&gt;&lt;img src="http://not-a-real-namespace/http://not-a-real-namespace/http://not-a-real-namespace/http://not-a-real-namespace/http://not-a-real-namespace/http://m2.2mdn.net/656555/tcompras_arrobabanner_compare03.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://not-a-real-namespace/http://not-a-real-namespace/http://not-a-real-namespace/http://not-a-real-namespace/http://not-a-real-namespace/http://ad.br.doubleclick.net/jump/br.terra.invertia/gral;sz=300x250;ord=422073252?"&gt;&lt;img src="http://not-a-real-namespace/http://not-a-real-namespace/http://not-a-real-namespace/http://not-a-real-namespace/http://not-a-real-namespace/http://ad.br.doubleclick.net/ad/br.terra.invertia/gral;sz=300x250;ord=422073252?" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;  As inscrições para o concurso vão até o dia 22 de janeiro, e devem ser feitas via internet, no site da &lt;a href="http://www.cespe.unb.br/concursos/diplomacia2006/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Universidade de Brasília&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; A taxa de R$ 100 deve ser paga por documento de arrecadação (em qualquer casa lotérica) ou por boleto bancário. Correntistas do Banco do Brasil podem também solicitar débito em conta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.invertia.com/noticias/noticia.aspx?idNoticia=200601061421_INV_28935492"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt; O concurso será dividido em três fases. O teste de pré-seleção, de caráter eliminatório, exige conhecimentos de Português, História do Brasil e Mundial, Geografia e Inglês.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Na segunda fase, o candidato faz prova escrita de Português, de carater eliminatório e classificatório. Depois, a última fase terá provas escritas de Inglês (ou Francês e Espanhol), História do Brasil, Geografia, Política Internacional, Noções de Direito, Direito Internacional e Noções de Economia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Aprovado, o candidato será contratado para cargo de classe inicial da carreira de diplomata (terceiro secretário), e fará curso de formação no Instituto Rio Branco, em Brasília.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&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/15488829-113717555412018927?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113717555412018927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=113717555412018927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113717555412018927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113717555412018927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/01/dream-about-it.html' title='Dream about it!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-113703612735724037</id><published>2006-01-12T00:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T00:22:07.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'>eta veraozinho bom!!!!</title><content type='html'>Só pra tirar o post de doente!!!&lt;br /&gt;to boa, to boa, me dei alta!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou me surpreendendo com algumas pessoas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passei na FAAP!!!&lt;br /&gt;mas pedi pra transferirem minha vaga pra agosto!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã tem Bonfim Light com amigas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bombou!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-113703612735724037?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113703612735724037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=113703612735724037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113703612735724037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113703612735724037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/01/eta-veraozinho-bom.html' title='eta veraozinho bom!!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-113631877532180280</id><published>2006-01-03T16:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T17:06:15.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz 2006!!!</title><content type='html'>É a primeira vez que escrevo qualquer coisa esse ano!&lt;br /&gt;3 dias! Que absurdo!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Não estou nas CNTP. Fora de casa, doente....&lt;br /&gt;Sim, comecei o ano doente. :(&lt;br /&gt;Só uma falta ded ar, asma, rinite, sinusite e esse tipo de pequenas coisas desagradáveis mas que provocaram uma confusão na minha familia. Pais viajando e tias histéricas ligando por segundo. Doidas pra me levar pra hospital mais perto. Consegui escapar dessa!&lt;br /&gt;Passei o reveillon em Interlagos e foi surpreendentemente bom!&lt;br /&gt;No clube teve "Os Romeros" e um carinha chato chamado "Daniel Vieira". Afe! O cara berrava no microfone mas Paulinho e os irmãos salvaram a noite! Na minha casa tinham mais de 10 pessoas. Todas muito especiais para mim. Primos, amigos, acho que todos ali sabiam que gosto muito deles. Ah! E tinham também 7 cachorros! É, sete mesmo! Gucci Gatto, dog emprestado. Hope e Amy, de Mariana. Vicky, Tommye Cristal meus e a mais nova dog da familia. Paris! Sim, eu ganhei um Golden Retriever. Toda cor de creme. Muito linda e brincalhona, estou definitivamente apaixonada por ela!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-113631877532180280?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113631877532180280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=113631877532180280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113631877532180280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113631877532180280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2006/01/feliz-2006.html' title='Feliz 2006!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-113531217911768572</id><published>2005-12-23T01:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T01:29:39.183-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualquer semelhança não será mera coincidência....</title><content type='html'>Pearl Jam - Last Kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh where, oh where can my baby be?&lt;br /&gt;The Lord took her away from me.&lt;br /&gt;She's gone to heaven, so I've got to be good,&lt;br /&gt;So I can see my baby when I leave this world.&lt;br /&gt;We were out on a date in my daddy's car,&lt;br /&gt;we hadn't driven very far.&lt;br /&gt;Up in the road, straight ahead,&lt;br /&gt;a car was stalled, the engine was dead.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop, so I swerved to the right.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget, the sound that night--&lt;br /&gt;the screaming tires, the busting glass,&lt;br /&gt;the painful scream that I-- heard last.&lt;br /&gt;Oh where, oh where can my baby be?&lt;br /&gt;The Lord took her away from me.&lt;br /&gt;She's gone to heaven, so I've got to be good,&lt;br /&gt;So I can see my baby when I leave this world.&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, the rain was pouring down.&lt;br /&gt;There were people standing all around.&lt;br /&gt;Something warm flowing through my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;but somehow I found my baby that night.&lt;br /&gt;I lifted her head, she looked at me and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Hold me darling just a little while."&lt;br /&gt;I held her close, I kissed her--our last kiss.&lt;br /&gt;I'd found the love that I knew I had missed.&lt;br /&gt;Well now she's gone, even though I hold her tight.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my love, my life-- that night.&lt;br /&gt;Oh where, oh where can my baby be?&lt;br /&gt;The Lord took her away from me.&lt;br /&gt;She's gone to heaven so I've got to be good,&lt;br /&gt;So I can see my baby when I leave this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-113531217911768572?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113531217911768572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=113531217911768572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113531217911768572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113531217911768572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2005/12/qualquer-semelhana-no-ser-mera.html' title='Qualquer semelhança não será mera coincidência....'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-113519589664243465</id><published>2005-12-21T17:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T17:11:36.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things I hate about you....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;I hate the way u talk to me and the way u cut your hair&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way u drive my car&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when u stare&lt;br /&gt;I hate your big combat boots and the way you read my mind&lt;br /&gt;I hate you so much it makes me sick and it even makes me rhym&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you are always right&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate it when you lie&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; I hate it when you make me laugh even worse when u make me cry&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you´re not around and the fact that you didn´t call&lt;br /&gt;but mostly i hate the way I dont hate you,&lt;br /&gt;not even close&lt;br /&gt;not even a little bit&lt;br /&gt;not even AT ALL&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-113519589664243465?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113519589664243465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=113519589664243465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113519589664243465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113519589664243465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2005/12/10-things-i-hate-about-you.html' title='10 things I hate about you....'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-113511352622915833</id><published>2005-12-20T17:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T18:19:00.016-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Me diz quem é mais sentimental que eu????</title><content type='html'>Então fica bem, se eu sofro um pouco mais.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando sofrendo mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Essa semana tem sido infernal.&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto do Natal, mas já que é inevitável, que passe logo.&lt;br /&gt;Estou de saco cheio, de 10 propagandas na tv, 10 tem um papai noel ou falam de Natal.&lt;br /&gt;O jornal mostra como se celebra o natal onde judas perdeu as botas.&lt;br /&gt;Os programas melaram de vez, tudo vira especial de Natal.&lt;br /&gt;desisto de Tv.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos a internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e-mail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 cartoes de natal.ok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fotolog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cachorros com gorros vermelhos, salas arrumadas, arvores. ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;orkut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adicione agora a sua lisat de presentes.&lt;br /&gt;saco!&lt;br /&gt;Comuninade do Mainardi. Vou discutir politica.&lt;br /&gt;primeiro topico: Feliz Natal para todos!&lt;br /&gt;hunf!!!&lt;br /&gt;scraps:&lt;br /&gt;arvores de natal.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, desisto do orkut também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Culinaria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Como preparar a ceia de natal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Economia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compras de Natal movimentam a economia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Todos os sites estão contaminados com a praga. Não aguento mais ver um banner de promoção de Natal.&lt;br /&gt;Desisto de internet.&lt;br /&gt;e agora nao sei mais o que faço, não posso andar na rua que os outdoors me torturam, o meu prédio brilha mais do que a torre eiffel, a academia está toda decorada e a recepcionista dispara "feliz natal" pra qq um que passar pela porta.&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso de um tempo!!! Preciso ser levada pra uma tribo indigena que nunca soube nem o que é natal. ou pruma ilha deserta. nao sei, isso está insuportavel!!!&lt;br /&gt;eca!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-113511352622915833?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113511352622915833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=113511352622915833&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113511352622915833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113511352622915833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2005/12/me-diz-quem-mais-sentimental-que-eu.html' title='Me diz quem é mais sentimental que eu????'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-113478281937317065</id><published>2005-12-16T21:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T22:31:51.510-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/nena1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/200/nena1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/nena1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hast du etwas Zeit für mich&lt;br /&gt;Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich&lt;br /&gt;Von neunundneunzig Luftballons&lt;br /&gt;Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont&lt;br /&gt;Denkst du vielleicht g'rad an mich&lt;br /&gt;Singe ich ein Lied für dich&lt;br /&gt;Von neunundneunzig Luftballons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/nena2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Und daß so was von sowas kommt&lt;br /&gt;Neunundneunzig Luftballons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/200204_digset_l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/200/200204_digset_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont&lt;br /&gt;Hielt Man für Ufos aus dem All&lt;br /&gt;Darum schickte ein General&lt;br /&gt;'Ne Fliegerstaffel hinterher&lt;br /&gt;Alarm zu geben, wenn's so wär&lt;br /&gt;Dabei war'n da am Horizont &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/200204_digset_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur neunundneunzig Luftballons&lt;br /&gt;Neunundneunzig Düsenflieger&lt;br /&gt;Jeder war ein großer Krieger&lt;br /&gt;Hielten sich für Captain Kirk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/nena2.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/200/nena2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Das gab ein großes Feuerwerk&lt;br /&gt;Die Nachbarn haben nichts gerafft&lt;br /&gt;Und fühlten sich gleich angemacht&lt;br /&gt;Dabei schoß man am Horizont&lt;br /&gt;Auf neunundneunzig Luftballons&lt;br /&gt;Neunundneunzig Kriegsminister&lt;br /&gt;Streichholz und Benzinkanister&lt;br /&gt;Hielten sich für schlaue Leute&lt;br /&gt;Witterten schon fette Beute&lt;br /&gt;Riefen "Krieg!" und wollten Macht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/nena2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mann, wer hätte das gedacht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/nena2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daß es einmal so weit kommt &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/nena2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wegen neunundneunzig Luftballons&lt;br /&gt;Wegen neunundneunzig Luftballons&lt;br /&gt;Neunundneunzig Luftballons&lt;br /&gt;Neunundneunzig Jahre Krieg&lt;br /&gt;Ließen keinen Platz für Sieger&lt;br /&gt;Kriegsminister gibt's nicht mehr&lt;br /&gt;Und auch keine Düsenflieger&lt;br /&gt;Heute zieh' ich meine Runden&lt;br /&gt;Seh' die Welt in Trümmern liegen&lt;br /&gt;Hab' 'nen Luftballon gefunden&lt;br /&gt;Denk' an dich und laß' ihn fliegen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai ai Nena...se as pessoas tivessem te ouvido, ai se elas tivessem te ouvido só um pouquinho!!!&lt;br /&gt;Estou prestes a encher 99 luftballoons e soltar aqui da varanda!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos eu tb terei tentado!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-113478281937317065?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113478281937317065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=113478281937317065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113478281937317065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113478281937317065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2005/12/hast-du-etwas-zeit-fr-mich-dann-singe.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-113476515529580557</id><published>2005-12-16T17:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T17:32:35.296-03:00</updated><title type='text'>duvida cruel volume3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/met_01.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/200/met_01.0.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ou&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2005/12/duvida-cruel-volume-1.html' title='duvida cruel volume 1'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-113457081087152785</id><published>2005-12-14T11:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T11:33:30.910-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhh...Férias!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Passei em tudo lógico!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Passei no vestibular!!!! (Não tão lógico, mas realmente confio na minha inteligência)&lt;br /&gt;Já estou procurando outra faculdade&lt;br /&gt;Descobri que só me falta pouco mais de 1 mês de férias&lt;br /&gt;Já fui em Dinha! Lóoooooooogico!!!&lt;br /&gt;Já ouvi meu pai me dizer que eu já estou muito boêmia!!!&lt;br /&gt;Boêmia???? Que que ele quis dizer com isso????&lt;br /&gt;E já escrevi porcarias no blog&lt;br /&gt;Já me decepcionei com uma pessoa que eu nao gostaria de me decepcionar.&lt;br /&gt;Já estou em processo de modificar o template do blog.&lt;br /&gt;Já estou atrasada!!!&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-113457081087152785?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113457081087152785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=113457081087152785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113457081087152785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113457081087152785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2005/12/aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhfrias.html' title='AAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhh...Férias!!!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-113432312586642381</id><published>2005-12-11T14:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T14:45:25.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu broqueeeeeeeeeeeeeeeei em diplomacia!!!</title><content type='html'>Diplomacia (S33424 ) - T01&lt;br /&gt;Avaliação                        Peso     Nota       Pontos&lt;br /&gt;Seminário                        2,00       7,0          14,0&lt;br /&gt;Prova escrita                   3,00     &lt;strong&gt;10,0          &lt;/strong&gt;30,0&lt;br /&gt;Resenha de um Filme    2,00        7,0           14,0&lt;br /&gt;Sub-Total&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Sem outras palavras. Não consigo escrever pq estou me embolando de rir!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-113432312586642381?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113432312586642381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=113432312586642381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113432312586642381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113432312586642381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2005/12/eu-broqueeeeeeeeeeeeeeeei-em.html' title='Eu broqueeeeeeeeeeeeeeeei em diplomacia!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-113409929692751264</id><published>2005-12-09T00:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T00:34:56.943-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Conceição Light!!!</title><content type='html'>Muito boooooooooooooooooooom!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timbalada e Capital Inicial. O resto não existiu!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ou pelo menos não pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;Gente, o que foi Carolina em capital????&lt;br /&gt;Eu com certeza chupei drogas muito pesadas. Esse fato deve estar registrado em algum momento escuso da minha memoria. ou foi isso a música de capital é uma droga, o que de fato não é. fato é que foi capital começar que esse ser que vos escreve começou a pular freneticamente. As meninas resolveram sair e ir pro fundo. E eu??? Que nada... depois que fui pro show de Los -SOZINHA- ficar no palco de capital olhando pra Dinho e pro baixista foférrimo sozinha tava de boa né??? Pois bem fiquei. A moça do meu lado tava espantada de como eu era fã de capital. Dinho definitivamente me perturba. Precisava usar aquela cueca calvin klein aparecendo???? Brincadeira sem graça!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sim...vou dormir. tô mortaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-113409929692751264?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113409929692751264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=113409929692751264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113409929692751264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113409929692751264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2005/12/conceio-light.html' title='Conceição Light!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-113398665728843066</id><published>2005-12-07T16:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T17:17:37.613-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Roubado da Pam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HÁ 10 ANOS &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Estudava no Marista, 3a. série&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt;Tirei minha primeira nota vermelha no boletim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt;Era  ginasta no colégio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; Queria ser médica que tira nenem da barriga, igual a Tia Claudia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt;  Fui convidada por um coleguinha pra tomar sorvete pela primeira vez!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.&lt;/b&gt; Meu Tênis tinha ums seis cores. O cadarço era rosa, a frente era amarela, um lado era azul, o outro verde, o calcanhar era roxo. Era muito exótico. Argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HÁ 5 ANOS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Viajei pra Europa sem minha mãe e meu pai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fui pra boates em barcelona e fiz muita farra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; Fui pra recuperação pela primeiar vez. De Geografia e Matematica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; Brigava com o zelador pra ir pro colégio de melissinah e tomei minha 1a. advertencia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HÁ 2 ANOS &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt;Vi minha avó morrer num acidente de carro e fiquei sozinha num hospital de feira de Santana com o corpo dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cresci dez anos em uma noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; Passei no vestibular e comecei a cursar Jornalismo an faculdade Jorge Amado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; Comecei a trabalhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; Passei o Natal e Reveillon na França e briguei com meu pai por não me dar o direito de passar o Natal com minha "familia" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HÁ 1 ANO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Me tarnsferi pra UNIFACs pra fazer relações Publicas e descobri que era isso que eu sempre quis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Conheci Brasilia e tb fiz farra lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; Conheci Ju, Jeo e Mariela, que, entre outras, são as amigas mais perfeitas do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; Passei o Natal e Reveillon aqui em Salvador e briguei com meu pai por ele não ter me afastado desse antro de pessoas egoistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ONTEM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Fui pra Inauguração de um barzinho chamado What´s up? com Pabby e Bia. Depois fui pra Dinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Entreguei meu dever de adm de noite. E fiz as 17h45, mesmo o professor tendo passado o job há uma semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; Dormi de dia.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOJE &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Acordei tarde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; vim trabalhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Ganhei presente de St. Nicola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; Busquei minha camisa do Conceiçao light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; Vou ver Luiz Caldas na Fashion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.&lt;/b&gt; Estou  atrasada pra ir pro médico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AMANHÃ EU VOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; pro conceição light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; dar a volta no gheto &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;armar arvore de natal com mamys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chegar em casa e cair na cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;CINCO&lt;/s&gt; SEIS COISAS SEM AS QUAIS NÃO POSSO VIVER &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; Amor &lt;i&gt;[amor = família, amigos e amor-amor-mesmo]&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Papel e caneta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; Bichos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; Algumas memorias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; Novidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.&lt;/b&gt; Tommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;CINCO&lt;/s&gt; QUATRO COISAS QUE EU COMPRARIA COM $1,000 ,000,000&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Viagem pelo mundo todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; 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Calça jeans &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Blusinha preta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; Scarpin amarelo com bonequinhos desenhados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUATRO DAS MINHAS BANDAS FAVORITAS &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt;   Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; Los Hermanos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Cramberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TRÊS COISAS QUE EU REALMENTE QUERO AGORA &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Estar na Europa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; que manhã chegue logo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; ter passado em diplomacia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TRÊS LUGARES ONDE QUERO IR DE FÉRIAS &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Japão &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; Paris&lt;b&gt;                      &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-113398665728843066?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113398665728843066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=113398665728843066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113398665728843066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113398665728843066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2005/12/roubado-da-pam.html' title='Roubado da Pam'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-113380615174321991</id><published>2005-12-05T15:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T15:09:12.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'>paixão afeta cérebro como droga que vicia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apaixonar-se tem um efeito semelhante ao provocado por drogas que viciam, de acordo com um estudo realizado pela Universidade Estadual da Flórida e publicado na revista &lt;i&gt;Nature Neuroscience&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Segundo os pesquisadores, a dopamina, que estimula os centros de bem-estar do cérebro, colabora para que um tipo de roedor, usado no estudo, se mantenha fiel a seu par. No caso, a substância é liberada depois do acasalamento. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O animal, o arganaz-do-campo, é conhecido por manter laços duradouros com seus parceiros. A dopamina desempenha um papel-chave ao atrair as pessoas de volta a fontes de prazer, tais como alimentos saborosos, e também mantém uma pessoa viciada em heroína ou cocaína. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;"Unidos para sempre"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A equipe da universidade decidiu estudar o arganaz-do-campo porque, mais do que qualquer outro animal, ele mostra sinais de paixão da mesma forma que os seres humanos. Machos e fêmeas ficam unidos depois de uma única relação sexual. Além disso, após a cópula, os machos da espécie também manifestam sinais de agressão em relação a outras fêmeas. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os pesquisadores descobriram que, depois das relações sexuais, a dopamina liberada no cérebro dos machos afeta uma área do cérebro que também existe nos seres humanos. A equipe bloqueou depois a atuação de uma proteína que é ativada pela dopamina no cérebro do roedor e constatou que os machos perderam sua forte preferência por sua parceira em relação às outras fêmeas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só não entendi o " como" droga que vicia!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15488829-113380615174321991?l=ninasmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/feeds/113380615174321991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15488829&amp;postID=113380615174321991&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113380615174321991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15488829/posts/default/113380615174321991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninasmith.blogspot.com/2005/12/paixo-afeta-crebro-como-droga-que.html' title='paixão afeta cérebro como droga que vicia'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15841104090875675884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/67/1436/1600/show_image_cache.php.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15488829.post-113355509916900255</id><published>2005-12-02T17:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T17:31:52.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mapa Astral</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;  CAROLINA SMITH PEDREIRA DE CERQUEIRA -&lt;br /&gt;Nasc.: 24/01/1986 as 08:30 em Rio de Janeiro (RJ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://somostodosum.ig.com.br/mapa/mais/sol.gif" /&gt;Sol em &lt;img src="http://somostodosum.ig.com.br/mapa/mais/Aqu%C3%A1rio.gif" /&gt;Aquário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://somostodosum.ig.com.br/mapa/mais/lua.gif" /&gt;Lua em &lt;img src="http://somostodosum.ig.com.br/mapa/mais/C%C3%A2ncer.gif" /&gt;Câncer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Ascendente em Peixes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="90%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3" align="justify"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Seu signo é: Aquário&lt;/b&gt; ...  O EU Interior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;O signo de Aquário é o décimo-primeiro do Zodíaco. Inicia em 20 de Janeiro e termina em 20 de Fevereiro. Signo do elemento AR, é governado pelo planeta Saturno e tem como co-regente o planeta Urano. É positivo, masculino, violento, fixo, e de beleza.&lt;br /&gt;Como são os nativos deste signo?&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Bem, não se pode falar que eles sejam fáceis ou monótonos! São pessoas com espírito avançado e com a cabeça sempre voltada para o futuro, gostam de qualquer novidade e são seguramente "anti-convencionais". Possuem porém conceitos rígidos, que dificilmente mudam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoram a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;vibração, o ritmo, as invenções e suportam a duras penas as restrições!&lt;/span&gt; Muitos&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;são independentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e tem dificuldade para o convívio a dois, pois precisam de seu espaço próprio e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;não toleram invasões de privacidade! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; Possuem sentimentos humanitários, e apreciam a liberdade e a amizade.&lt;/span&gt; Se associam às vezes à Sindicatos, agrupamentos cívicos, cooperativas e       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;movimentos que desenvolvam idéias novas e sobretudo que defendam a liberdade, a solidariedade e a democracia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Sob a influência de Urano foram e são feitas as maiores revoluções em nome da liberdade! Às vezes esse exagerado gosto pelo excêntrico torna os nativos de Aquário um tanto &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;rebeldes&lt;/span&gt;, dificultando sua submissão às regras e às leis. Para isso devem fazer apelo ao planeta Saturno, que lhes cobrará atitudes mais tradicionais.&lt;br /&gt;Um Aquariano típico &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;dora as Leis somente para poder mudá-las!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Se todos vão numa direção, ele irá na direção oposta; &lt;/span&gt;talvez, até somente para ser notado e para ser diferente.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;É um líder nato e tem seguramente uma inteligência brilhante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Se o planeta Saturno estiver amenizando esta rebeldia Uraniana, podem porém ter tendência à solidão e ao isolamento, mesmo porque às vezes&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; t&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;em um certo desprezo por este mundo que é tão monótono e "normal"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;Uma outra característica deste signo é a       &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;impaciência! &lt;/span&gt;Tudo para eles deve ser rápido, para ontem! São dotados de       &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;rapidez de raciocínio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;e, não raramente, de dons advinhatórios. Não é por acaso que é este o signo que rege a Astrologia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aquário e o amor: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles estão colocados entre "os melhores amigos do Zodíaco", tendo uma&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;clara tendência em ajudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e estão sempre dispostos a ouvir o que os outros têm a dizer. Por isto eles são bons amigos, mas na hora de um compromisso mais formal, são extremamente cautelosos. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Amantes da liberdade, mesmo quando se apaixonam, analisam friamente suas emoções para não “se deixar levar”&lt;/span&gt;. Não se entregam facilmente. É mais fácil que parta para um "casamento aberto", onde respeitará a liberdade do outro para que a sua não seja invadida. Ele tem a capacidade de preparar o ambiente certo para uma noitada realmente diferente e excitante, e com este talento envolve o parceiro (a) e intensifica os seus relacionamentos. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Se&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;assume um casamento, será, de qualquer modo, fiel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; já que não é dado a aventuras e nem busca o “amor pelo amor”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aquário e a Casa:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A casa do aquariano será sem dúvida "diferente". Sempre haverá algo insólito. Num ambiente &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;extremamente moderno, colocará peças raras de antiquariado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Num ambiente mais formal, colocará aquela pitada de surpresa necessária para mostrar que ele &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;está sempre na frente"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Com móveis de design moderno numa decoração abstrata, o quarto do aquariano pode parecer já no Século 21, ou poderia figurar numa Galeria de Arte Moderna! O importante para ele é o projeto, que deve ser atual, mas deve visualizar o quarto do futuro. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Para ele uma casa que não muda é uma casa morta, já que ele ama a tradição somente para fazê-la mudar! &lt;/span&gt;E como seria o quarto do aquariano? Sinônimo do paradoxo, o aquariano prefere um quarto que não lhe pareça um quarto. Por isso suas opções recaem sempre sobre o que há de mais &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;moderno e abstrato&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Os moveis e objetos são do mais absoluto design, funcionais, e as cores definidas, vivas, ou em matizes de cinzas e preto, com muito aço ou alumínio. Tudo no mais rigoroso&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;High-tec, moderno e futurista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td colspan="3"&gt;  &lt;table align="left" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="10%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://somostodosum.ig.com.br/mapa/img/Peixes.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Ascendente em Peixes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; O Ascendente tem relação com sua aparência física e com o jeito que você se apresenta aos outros. Você que tem o Ascendente em Peixes - considerado o poeta do zodíaco - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;seu ar sonhador não escapará à observação alheia.&lt;/span&gt; As características do signo podem aparecer através de uma extrema sensibilidade e um nível emocional elevado. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A dificuldade de fixar seu olhar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;sempre vago e sonhador, é característica deste signo ascendente, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;muito móvel e volátil, mas tímido também.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Muito&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;adaptável ao meio ambiente,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;você absorve facilmente o clima circunstante, seja ele bom ou ruim. O efeito esponja do signo solar Peixes aparece fortemente no signo Ascendente e pode criar problemas físicos como mediunidade, depressão e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;mudanças de humor repentinas.&lt;/span&gt; O corpo é pequeno, arredondado, especialmente na parte inferior do corpo, que tem tendência a se alargar. Às vezes o andar também é característico, um pouco balançado como aquele de um patinho! Os peixinhos adoram uma companhia e quando não a conseguem podem entrar em profundos estados de depressão. Para você manter seu equilíbrio energético, são necessárias as atividades físicas, especialmente a dança e a natação que o deixarão em contato com seu elemento natural. E não esqueça um banho de ervas ou de cachoeira para descarregar toda a negatividade que você tem tendência a acumular em seu corpo astral. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Sua sensibilidade e sua emotividade o tornam triste e fazem com que você chore facilmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A expressão artística e a alta criatividade fazem de você um artista&lt;/span&gt; (e um ator) nato. Seu temperamento linfático (dos signos de Água) o torna &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;versátil e adaptável&lt;/span&gt;, mas facilmente influenciável. Você pode sofrer de problemas de mucosa abundante (fluidos sinoviais e intestinais) e seu ponto frágil no organismo são os pés.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:78%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td colspan="3"&gt;  &lt;table align="left" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="10%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://somostodosum.ig.com.br/mapa/img/C%C3%A2ncer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Lua em Câncer&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;i&gt;As Suas relacões emocionais.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você possui esta Lua e for mulher, você é uma mãe do tipo tradicional: afável, amável, acolhedora e carinhosa. É a mãe colo, a mãe útero, a mãe ideal. Mesmo um homem com esta Lua desenvolverá um &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;apego muito especial com a família&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; se tornando um ótimo pai, apegado à sua própria mãe e ao seu lar. Com esta Lua você é sentimental, apegado ao passado, sempre lembrando alguma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;receita de sua mãe&lt;/span&gt;, sempre rodeado de fotografias da família. Se sua Lua estiver afligida pode indicar problemas familiares, muita suscetibilidade ao meio-ambiente, se deixando influenciar facilmente pelas opiniões alheias. Aflita, esta Lua pode exprimir medo, timidez, dificuldade de demonstrar sentimentos e emoções. Assim você poderá se fechar em si mesmo(a), numa concha, para se proteger das ameaças do mundo exterior. Para a mulher esta é uma Lua fértil, mas se estiver ‘aflita’ pode indicar problemas com os filhos e com sua própria mãe. A constância e a firmeza de caráter podem ser conseguidas com trabalhos manuais, especialmente aqueles ligados à terra, como a jardinagem, por exemplo.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Gente, como é que a pessoa não acredita em mapa astral depois que lê um troço desse??? Tudo que está grifado é tao sooooooooooo this is Nina!Bem verdade que essa Lua em Cancer não foi muito certa nao. Carolina maternal??? Eu não consigo conceber essa cena. Sim, é verdade que tenho a receita de minha avó no meu quadro de fotos, do lado da ft dela mas, mãe utero e mãe ideal foram sooooooooooo nao nina. 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