<?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-3177603765876222025</id><updated>2011-09-11T08:06:13.163-03:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoy it.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda Paes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675574391298214600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SnJKzMJr1eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2i8_xavZJso/S220/DSC06000.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177603765876222025.post-2393968067514696647</id><published>2010-12-14T18:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T18:43:37.258-03:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MINHA NOOOOSSA!&lt;/span&gt; Agora sim digo, quanto tempo que eu não venho aqui! Agora sim isso é bem verdade :p De fato, nem sei se eu deveria voltar mas como eu tô de bobeira aqui no CNA (é, e trabalho aqui agora) e tô fuçando um monte de coisas na internet, por que não atualizar isso aqui? Sei que nunca ninguém lê nada, mas eu simplesmente não consigo me valer do twitter pra falar o que falo aqui. Sei lá, por aqui é mais aconchegante e lá é bem impessoal :/ (mesmo assim, se alguém ler isso aqui, follow me &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/_amandaps"&gt;@_amandaps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) Soando bem clichê: não sei nem por onde começar. Tava relendo meu último post e putz, tanta coisa mudou. A única coisa que ainda é igual é esse meu hábito de falar demais HEHE mas isso faz parte. Resumindo bem: tudo mudou! Nem eu acreditava que aconteceria mas aconteceu, e quer saber? Eu estou &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ó-T-I-M-A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Nem tento me imaginar melhor ;) Sei lá, acho que tudo agora é analisado e vivido a partir de um novo ponto de vista e essa mudança me fez bem. Não digo que me arrependo do passado porque isso é coisa de idiota, já vivi, já fiz, agora não vou me arrepender. E além do mais, sempre busco tirar algo positivo das minha experências, sejam elas boas ou ruins. Então hoje, graças a mim mesma e as pessoas que tem estado comigo, posso dizer que sou feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Enfim, não vou abusar dessa volta pra postar minha vida inteira. Como vai virar um hábito, daqui a um tempo eu volto com mais ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177603765876222025-2393968067514696647?l=apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2393968067514696647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177603765876222025&amp;postID=2393968067514696647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/2393968067514696647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/2393968067514696647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/2010/12/omg.html' title='OMG!'/><author><name>Amanda Paes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675574391298214600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SnJKzMJr1eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2i8_xavZJso/S220/DSC06000.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177603765876222025.post-6128492054551664573</id><published>2009-11-25T17:29:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T17:48:36.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'>hã?</title><content type='html'>é, por acaso descobri que a pane que deu nessa blog desapareceu! É até uma notpicia boa, já que não tenho mais tempo pra escrever coisas em folhas de papel e tenho alguns minutinhos nesse lugar confidencial que posso aproveitar pra relatar algumas coisas interessantes dos meus dias.&lt;br /&gt;Faz tanto tempo que não escrevo aqui, tanta coisa mudou... Como diz o esquisito e engraçado professor de matemática, vamos fazer que nem Jack: vamos por partes.&lt;br /&gt;Eu ganhei um presente :) Fica no ar a pergunta: "e daí?" Não se trata de um simples presente representado por algo apenas material, não apenas. Ganhei aquilo que faltava pra que tudo fizesse sentido completo na minha vida, que já vinha sendo refeita graças aos maravilhosos anjos que me acolheram de um cantinho escuro. Eu ganhei um amor, ou melhor, o amor. Um Bem tão precioso que faz com que tudo seja encarado de maneira mais feliz, fácil e satisfatória. O motivo da minha felicidade, risos, supiros e tudo mais que preenche esse meu dia-a-dia corrido.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; M (l)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Além disso, minha rotina ainda é dividida entre cursinho e o aslan, e desde setembro teve o pará clube como adicional. No início eu reclamei, mas foi só conhecer tais senhoritas que atendem pelos nome de Ianê, Mayara, Naiana e Cinara, sem esquecer da minha querida, amada e paciente Larissa, para que eu passasse a gostar de suar um pouco durante a noite. Risos e piadinhas tão saudáveis ao nosso período pré-vestibular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ah, e por falar no dito cujo...Uma notável confusão vem se estendendo desde o término da primeira prova que ocorreu domingo até a passeata de hoje, que por sinal ainda não sei que rumo tomou. Alvoroço, gente revoltada, pontuações injustas e muito, mas muito bafafá! Tudo isso tem assombrado as revisões da prova da UEPA, pobrezinha, que não tem nada a ver com a Federal. Enfim, não perdi nem perderei meu foco que é passar em uma das duas, porque por mais que tenha sida em parte prazeroso estudar (fofocar) no Ideal eu não quero isso pra mim por mais um ano!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;meu turno tá acabando, hoje é quarta, tenho treino e papai tá chegando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;amanhã é dia de comemoração, bem (l)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177603765876222025-6128492054551664573?l=apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6128492054551664573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177603765876222025&amp;postID=6128492054551664573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/6128492054551664573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/6128492054551664573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/ha.html' title='hã?'/><author><name>Amanda Paes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675574391298214600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SnJKzMJr1eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2i8_xavZJso/S220/DSC06000.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177603765876222025.post-5997007508963506846</id><published>2009-08-05T23:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:51:47.481-03:00</updated><title type='text'>we DO need to laugh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SnpFDwMysTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/3EiVTVPsiHQ/s1600-h/thatswhatshesaid.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366677836745847090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SnpFDwMysTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/3EiVTVPsiHQ/s320/thatswhatshesaid.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177603765876222025-5997007508963506846?l=apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5997007508963506846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177603765876222025&amp;postID=5997007508963506846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/5997007508963506846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/5997007508963506846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-do-need-to-laugh.html' title='we DO need to laugh!'/><author><name>Amanda Paes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675574391298214600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SnJKzMJr1eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2i8_xavZJso/S220/DSC06000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SnpFDwMysTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/3EiVTVPsiHQ/s72-c/thatswhatshesaid.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177603765876222025.post-7639317552990052368</id><published>2009-08-04T23:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:00:24.424-03:00</updated><title type='text'>gripe maldita  :/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;aaaah, agora sim. Em primeiro lugar um explicação sobre a minha ausência: uma gripe maldita que me atingiu e me fez pensar até na tal gripe suína, mas graças a Deus (e a uma boa dose de remédios que deixam a minha boca amarga :/) hoje eu me sinto bem melhor! Mesmo assim, de acordo com a médica, tenho que repousar pra fortalecer as defesas do meu organismo. E haja vitamina C! Enfim, aproveito pra agradecer as pessoas que se preocuparam comigo,torceram pela minha melhora e aqueles que me visitaram também, MUITO OBRIGADA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As férias oficialmente acabaram e agora volta a minha rotina. Tô morrendo de saudade da galera do Ideal, não vejo a hora de poder voltar pra aula. Também tenho que me concentrar bastante pra alcançar meu objetivo final do ano. O Aslan também volta à minha rotina na sua forma orginal, mais suave do que no curso de férias. Também entrando na reta final dos dez  níveis do curso, mas a lembrança do primeiro nível tá tão fresca como se tivesse sido semestre passado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Dia dos Pais tá chegando e vem aí um post do meu Papai Gatão :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177603765876222025-7639317552990052368?l=apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7639317552990052368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177603765876222025&amp;postID=7639317552990052368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/7639317552990052368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/7639317552990052368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/gripe-maldita.html' title='gripe maldita  :/'/><author><name>Amanda Paes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675574391298214600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SnJKzMJr1eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2i8_xavZJso/S220/DSC06000.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177603765876222025.post-35340434488368650</id><published>2009-07-30T22:38:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:03:04.979-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Acredito que desde que nascemos a vida já tem algo reservado para nós. Veja bem, eu disse 'algo' , não 'tudo'. É como se fosse uma espécie de destino formado por escolhas que teremos que fazer ao longo de nossos caminhos incertos. E enquanto vivemos esse plano traçado pela vida, encontramos pessoas que fazem questão de deixar sua marca, ou fazem isso mesmo sem querer. São pessoas que tem um valor imensurável e que mesmo estando longe exercem suas funções emotivas com a mesma eficiência. Aqueles que me protegem num abraço, fazem-me rir com um gesto e suspirar com demonstrações de afeto. Usam as palavras da melhor maneira pra me encantar e trazer brilho ao meu mundo. Que me dão chão e teto, que me soltam e dão limites, ensinam o certo e o errado e deixam a escolha nas minhas mãos, pelo meu próprio bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id19"&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id41"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Minhas estrelas, minha felicidade, minha inspiração, meus exemplos de vida.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Os que me deram a vida e aquela que eu vi nascer, e todos os outros que compartilham o mesmo sangue que eu. Aquele professor de Inglês que virou coordenador, aquele outro que é o único professor de Biologia que tem olhos verdes em Belém, a patricinha mais linda da oitava série, a menina fã de Harry Potter que mora perto da minha casa, o prego morador de vila, o velho amigo do jardim de infância, o cara vegetariano, o velho de 19 anos mais chato e legal o mesmo tempo, a fofoqueira espanhola mais linda, a excêntrica e maravilhosa professora de Inglês que me adotou e aquele ao qual o meu coração pertence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(L)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id27"&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id49"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id28"&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id50"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id29"&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id51"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id30"&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id52"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id31"&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id53"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id32"&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id54"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;lass 105 is goint to be &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;! We'll never forget the moments we spent together during this amazing July. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank you, guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177603765876222025-35340434488368650?l=apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/35340434488368650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177603765876222025&amp;postID=35340434488368650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/35340434488368650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/35340434488368650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/acredito-que-desde-que-nascemos-vida-ja.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Paes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675574391298214600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SnJKzMJr1eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2i8_xavZJso/S220/DSC06000.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177603765876222025.post-947281942205398408</id><published>2009-07-27T09:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:31:44.279-03:00</updated><title type='text'>little sunshine.</title><content type='html'>hoje acordei com a boa notícia de que a minha pequenina chega hoje mais cedo do que eu esperava :D não vejo a hora de carregar novamente minha amiga e poder beijar e abraçar aquela menininha que me faz tão feliz! Vó, tia, tio e Jess também fizeram MUITA falta, mas não posso negar que fiquei mais triste por não ouvir "cadê a minha amiga?" de manhã bem cedinho.&lt;br /&gt;E agora, faltam só algumas horinhas pra matar a minha saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô bastante animada com a prova de amanhã :) Isso faz com que eu fique mais segura e tranquila pra dar o melhor de mim e tirar boas notas. É uma pena que o curso de férias esteja acabando :/ Quando a gente finalmente se apega aos nossos coleguinhas de classe, o mês acaba e cada um vai pra um horário diferente. Mas se tudo der certo, em janeiro do ano que vem estaremos todos juntos no décimo nível.                                        (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(trilha sonora  'Colbie Caillat - Coco')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Uma sensação ou um sentimento? Talvez seja algo sem definição que queima por muito tempo mas que ainda assim temos um enorme prazer em sentir. Possui inúmeros significados atribuídos de acordo com as circusntâncias nas quais aparece. Pode ser coisa boa ou ruim, pode ser assumida ou até negada, por aqueles que sentem vergonha ou mesmo medo de sentir. É forte, isso quem já sentiu sabe e não pode negar. Aparece em qualquer pessoa, de qualquer idade e em qualquer fase da vida. Basta existir duas pessoas que criam (ou não) entre si uma energia tão verdadeira e intensa que até os poucos centímetros de distância provocam tal sensação, ou será sentimento? Ah, desisto de definir. Não preciso de definição pra sentir, e sinto muita SAUDADE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177603765876222025-947281942205398408?l=apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/947281942205398408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177603765876222025&amp;postID=947281942205398408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/947281942205398408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/947281942205398408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-sunshine.html' title='little sunshine.'/><author><name>Amanda Paes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675574391298214600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SnJKzMJr1eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2i8_xavZJso/S220/DSC06000.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177603765876222025.post-7926011553330835065</id><published>2009-07-27T08:46:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:50:01.173-03:00</updated><title type='text'>finalmente.</title><content type='html'>aaah, o Sol :) Enfim, consegui sair dessa cidade para passar pelo menos um fim de semana em Salinas. (Não consegui o mesmo efeito 'bronzeado' que no ano passado mas foi tudo uma questão de tempo.) Muita gente pela praia, muita música, muita festa e muita água. As notícias que corriam sobre as marés eram, em sua maioria, verdade e tal questão fez algumas pessoas até dormirem na praia. Depois de tanta paz e sossego em Belém consegui um agito muito interessante por lá e valeu a pena. As dores causadas pelo meu 'péssimo' hábito de dançar são relevantes e com o tempo desaparecerão. Mas esse fim de semana vai ficar na memória, ah se vai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltei pra minha rotina (Aslan-casa-Aslan-...) e essa última semana promete! Tem que estudar para a prova e pra voltar pro cursinho :/ Confesso que tô morrendo de saudade daquele cantinho frio perto da porta e das fofocas durante os míseros vinte minutos de intervalo :)&lt;br /&gt;Agora é estudar MUITO porque os meses passarão mais do que depressa e o vestibular vem com tudo. Janeiro é só festa e muito ovo espalhado por cada canto da casa :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177603765876222025-7926011553330835065?l=apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7926011553330835065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177603765876222025&amp;postID=7926011553330835065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/7926011553330835065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/7926011553330835065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/finalmente.html' title='finalmente.'/><author><name>Amanda Paes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675574391298214600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SnJKzMJr1eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2i8_xavZJso/S220/DSC06000.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177603765876222025.post-2619716684218224955</id><published>2009-07-23T10:03:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T11:19:45.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'>duas pizzas, por favor?</title><content type='html'>Ontem, finalmente, o Júlio chegou! Desde que ele foi pra Vitória eu só aturei minha irmã pelo fato de ela ser minha IRMÃ --' Porque ela tava insuportável, e se tornava pior se qualquer pessoa tocasse no nome dele. Enfim, grudaram e só vão desgrudar dia 2 de agosto, quando ele volta pra Vitória e todos os seus playboys e funkeiras :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto a mim...ainda na minha correria diária de não dormir depois do almoço e ter que passar mais tempo no Aslan do que em casa. E, para completar um dia não muito bom, ontem tivemos uma pequena "Guerra dos Sexos" na aula da Glória. Juntando o fato de o meu Inglês ainda ser limitado e meus argumentos muitos, acabei estressada. Mas ainda bem que temos o intervalo, que dessa vez não serviu apenas para comer e ir ao banheiro. Deviam ter servido até chá de camomila na lanchonete --' Mas enfim, foi bastante produtivo (também!) já que todos puderam se expressar e perder a timidez em frente a todos os outros. Adoro espírito de equipe e a possibilidade de já ter formado uma boa turma do décimo nível de janeiro 2010 ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recebi boas notícias, revi pessoas queridas e matei um pouco de uma saudade já acumulada.&lt;br /&gt;Assim foi o meu dia ontem, que contou com aquelas mesmas pessoas que vão à minha humilde casa pra comer pizzas e tomar a velha coca-cola de sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia melhor do que muitos outros dias desse mês que parece não chegar ao fim. Se dava pra melhorar? Sim! Sempre dá pra melhorar :D E talvez tratou-se de uma pequena questão de carência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Por que em Português? --')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177603765876222025-2619716684218224955?l=apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2619716684218224955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177603765876222025&amp;postID=2619716684218224955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/2619716684218224955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/2619716684218224955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/lembrancas.html' title='duas pizzas, por favor?'/><author><name>Amanda Paes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675574391298214600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SnJKzMJr1eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2i8_xavZJso/S220/DSC06000.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177603765876222025.post-7807022710169511545</id><published>2009-07-22T08:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:45:25.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'>/en</title><content type='html'>Folks :) I'm back with English words. HAHA (6)&lt;br /&gt;I must say that yesterday I was not so good but today is a new day and I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;In the same place listening almost the same songs and thinking about almost the same things...&lt;br /&gt;My teacher asked me to do some activities and I'm going to confess I don't know if I'll be ready to give her the activities this afternoon :/ It's not irresponsability it's just because I really didn't have time to do them. I'm sorry teacher --'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already talked about my passion for Dirty Dancing but I didn't ask you to see the video with some scenes of the film and one of my favorites songs "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=txbZCeDromA"&gt;Everytime We Touch&lt;/a&gt;". Pay attention on the lyrics. Oh, and about the Mico Show I'm almost giving up to dance the coreography from the film because it's too much difficult :/ We're trying to find something good to do there ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday (: the weekend is coming. I won't be hopeful, I promisse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177603765876222025-7807022710169511545?l=apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7807022710169511545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177603765876222025&amp;postID=7807022710169511545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/7807022710169511545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/7807022710169511545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/en.html' title='/en'/><author><name>Amanda Paes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675574391298214600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SnJKzMJr1eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2i8_xavZJso/S220/DSC06000.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177603765876222025.post-3912631161118663256</id><published>2009-07-21T10:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:23:18.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ao som de Colbie Caillat - Realize</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SmXBhcue27I/AAAAAAAAAEg/kSoOgtuXpFE/s1600-h/casal+na+praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360903711845440434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SmXBhcue27I/AAAAAAAAAEg/kSoOgtuXpFE/s320/casal+na+praia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pequenas reflexões diárias que nos fazem dar a devida importância às meticulosidades da vida. Onde está a base de tudo, a base do que nós somos? Em cada precioso segundo da nossa existência estamos sujeitos a milhares de acontecimentos inesperados, e mesmo assim conseguimos conviver pacificamente com as pessoas que nos cercam. Como explicar essa tal de 'afinidade', tão mencionada em reality shows, que dizemos ter com uns e com outros não? Como explicar a química que é passada por um olhar, um suspiro ou até mesmo um pensamento? Mistérios que até mesmo a nossa fabulosa ciência se acha incapaz de solucionar ;) Um fator positivo para sociedade, creio eu, que não gostaria de aprender como escolher a quem amar. Não saber explicar com palavras como é grande a felicidade de estar nos braços de quem se ama não tira o brilho do momento. Não tira nem nunca tirará! Isso que é o bom da vida, não saber explicar coisas inexplicáveis.&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Amar é não saber explicar o que está no coração!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177603765876222025-3912631161118663256?l=apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3912631161118663256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177603765876222025&amp;postID=3912631161118663256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/3912631161118663256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/3912631161118663256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/ao-som-de-colbie-caillat-realize.html' title='ao som de Colbie Caillat - Realize'/><author><name>Amanda Paes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675574391298214600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SnJKzMJr1eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2i8_xavZJso/S220/DSC06000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SmXBhcue27I/AAAAAAAAAEg/kSoOgtuXpFE/s72-c/casal+na+praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177603765876222025.post-1681755762510480041</id><published>2009-07-20T09:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T08:51:03.088-03:00</updated><title type='text'>:/</title><content type='html'>sem comentários sobre o fim de semana. Planos? haha --'&lt;br /&gt;Mas como sempre eu busco tirar das coisas ruins (e vale lembrar que esses dias 17,18 e 19 foram péssimos!) pelo menos uma coisa boa ;) Posso afirmar que agora não possuo mais nenhuma espécie de questionamento sobre a importância de uma família. Pai, mãe, irmã e até a bendita cadela que não toma banho há séculos, obrigada por me ajudarem a construir o meu eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em meio a tanto 'Aslan' na minha vida, esse próximo fim de semana prometo sair de Belém ;)&lt;br /&gt;Não só porque já passei três fins de semana aqui mas porque dentro de mim existe uma necessidade gritando "Eu preciso de um raio de Sol!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Post em Português pois meus neurônios não conseguem se expressar em Inglês, hoje.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177603765876222025-1681755762510480041?l=apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1681755762510480041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177603765876222025&amp;postID=1681755762510480041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/1681755762510480041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/1681755762510480041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_20.html' title=':/'/><author><name>Amanda Paes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675574391298214600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SnJKzMJr1eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2i8_xavZJso/S220/DSC06000.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177603765876222025.post-561780781978399213</id><published>2009-07-16T21:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:50:56.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'>girls just wanna have fun.</title><content type='html'>Bruna has already called me to check the details about our trip. However, my Dad still doesn't know if we really are going join in the family's trip tomorrow so I just can wait. Come on, Dad, I do want to have fun for a weekend at least. Just in case we don't go there I have to create a 'plan B' for my weekend in Belém. I wish I could be with someone...but let's wait. Tomorrow is other day, tomorrow is a new day and I must be prepared to face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I'm missing Lívia :/ And she has just left Belém yesterday. HAHAHA I'm doing the list, ok? Don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend , People :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177603765876222025-561780781978399213?l=apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/561780781978399213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177603765876222025&amp;postID=561780781978399213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/561780781978399213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/561780781978399213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/girls-just-wanna-have-fun.html' title='girls just wanna have fun.'/><author><name>Amanda Paes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675574391298214600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SnJKzMJr1eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2i8_xavZJso/S220/DSC06000.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177603765876222025.post-5982436775468300108</id><published>2009-07-15T22:10:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:05:11.685-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Titanic :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/Sl6O_9Mi4SI/AAAAAAAAAD4/g6N2gNrQktI/s1600-h/andre2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358877836027552034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/Sl6O_9Mi4SI/AAAAAAAAAD4/g6N2gNrQktI/s320/andre2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"January, 4th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Four friends decided to went to a boat tour passing through Baía do Guajará to have a different view from their city. They hadn't thought about how that could be amazing and this just made the tour more special."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id3788"&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id3915"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I still remember this situation :) I was afraid about staying in the front part of the boat but it seemed so exciting...My friend said "Come on!" and I decided to try. He held me all the time to ensure me I wouldn't fall and when we finally got there he said like Titanic "Do you trust me?" and I answered "I do!". HAHAHAHA It was so funny because I was more than scared and he was kidding to make me feel comfortable. I will never forget it. And for sure I will never forget André ;) He's the brother I never had. We've known each other for almost fifteen years and our friendship certainly will NEVER die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id3349"&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id3918"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Life is not how many times we breathe but the moments which take our breath away."&lt;br /&gt;Hitch.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/Sl5-E8PKSvI/AAAAAAAAADw/DMRxVF-3ee4/s1600-h/DSC00287(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/:ATOMICELEMENT&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177603765876222025-5982436775468300108?l=apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5982436775468300108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177603765876222025&amp;postID=5982436775468300108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/5982436775468300108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/5982436775468300108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_15.html' title='Titanic :P'/><author><name>Amanda Paes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675574391298214600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SnJKzMJr1eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2i8_xavZJso/S220/DSC06000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/Sl6O_9Mi4SI/AAAAAAAAAD4/g6N2gNrQktI/s72-c/andre2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177603765876222025.post-6449857556582391392</id><published>2009-07-15T19:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:58:41.604-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a little bit of sun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/Sl5tnFAUfAI/AAAAAAAAADg/BydQesr_Fjk/s1600-h/DSC05849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358841124743314434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/Sl5tnFAUfAI/AAAAAAAAADg/BydQesr_Fjk/s320/DSC05849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday at about midnight I'll be traveling to Mosqueiro! Finally the sun is going to be happy for tanning my skin besides my happiness for being out of Aslan (I do love Aslan but I need a free time too.) Of course I won't be alone and they won't let me go alone either. Yeah, there's nothing better than our cousin's company. Let's have fun girls!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177603765876222025-6449857556582391392?l=apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6449857556582391392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177603765876222025&amp;postID=6449857556582391392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/6449857556582391392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/6449857556582391392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-bit-of-sun.html' title='a little bit of sun.'/><author><name>Amanda Paes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675574391298214600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SnJKzMJr1eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2i8_xavZJso/S220/DSC06000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/Sl5tnFAUfAI/AAAAAAAAADg/BydQesr_Fjk/s72-c/DSC05849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177603765876222025.post-1502107888465561647</id><published>2009-07-15T14:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:20:57.520-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Make me smile :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/Sl4PrBjbXtI/AAAAAAAAADY/tJlMphv8Qbc/s1600-h/DSC05721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358737838443290322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/Sl4PrBjbXtI/AAAAAAAAADY/tJlMphv8Qbc/s320/DSC05721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many teenagers spend a long time looking for a good friend and I weren't different. But now I'm tottaly proud about having my sister as my best friend :) All my secrets and confessions, tears and smiles are with her. I know I spent much time without looking her as a friend but now I can't imagine my life without her. She's more than my sister she's everything to me (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177603765876222025-1502107888465561647?l=apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1502107888465561647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177603765876222025&amp;postID=1502107888465561647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/1502107888465561647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/1502107888465561647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/make-me-smile-d.html' title='Make me smile :D'/><author><name>Amanda Paes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675574391298214600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SnJKzMJr1eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2i8_xavZJso/S220/DSC06000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/Sl4PrBjbXtI/AAAAAAAAADY/tJlMphv8Qbc/s72-c/DSC05721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177603765876222025.post-6148516761488998400</id><published>2009-07-14T10:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:00:16.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SlyOR4f3V1I/AAAAAAAAADA/sw8oFz4SaGo/s1600-h/mylove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358314094539003730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SlyOR4f3V1I/AAAAAAAAADA/sw8oFz4SaGo/s320/mylove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What or Who we really want to love during our whole lives? Just think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177603765876222025-6148516761488998400?l=apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6148516761488998400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177603765876222025&amp;postID=6148516761488998400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/6148516761488998400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/6148516761488998400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-we-really-want-to-love-during-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda Paes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675574391298214600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SnJKzMJr1eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2i8_xavZJso/S220/DSC06000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SlyOR4f3V1I/AAAAAAAAADA/sw8oFz4SaGo/s72-c/mylove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177603765876222025.post-2133798420781620485</id><published>2009-07-14T10:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:21:59.985-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SlyE-u_ApwI/AAAAAAAAACw/57h01NVk438/s1600-h/16-12-08_0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358303869963118338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SlyE-u_ApwI/AAAAAAAAACw/57h01NVk438/s320/16-12-08_0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Prom Party was last year on December, 14th. It was an awesome night I had fun with my friends. Actually we weren't just friends we were a family. We had a terrible year because all of the issues we had to study very hard and beacuse of vestibular. So after all the stress we had our perfect night together :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We used to have a big breakfast on Saturday mornings when each one of us had to get something to eat or to drink and it was very funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my '&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FcOjpTNxU2s&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Convênio&lt;/a&gt;' very much because before we used to spend all mornings and afternoons together and now we don't have time :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SlyFEhzcTCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9fpbo1jipp0/s1600-h/cafe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358303969504152610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SlyFEhzcTCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9fpbo1jipp0/s320/cafe1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id22"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SlyFEhzcTCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9fpbo1jipp0/s1600-h/cafe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177603765876222025-2133798420781620485?l=apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2133798420781620485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177603765876222025&amp;postID=2133798420781620485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/2133798420781620485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/2133798420781620485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/prom.html' title='The Prom!'/><author><name>Amanda Paes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675574391298214600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SnJKzMJr1eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2i8_xavZJso/S220/DSC06000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SlyE-u_ApwI/AAAAAAAAACw/57h01NVk438/s72-c/16-12-08_0052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177603765876222025.post-2586449247398139323</id><published>2009-07-14T09:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:52:30.555-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion (L)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/Slx-mepYEyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rNSezSai7lw/s1600-h/tattoo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358296856190784290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/Slx-mepYEyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rNSezSai7lw/s320/tattoo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was 13 my Dad told me he had made a tattoo and then he showed me and immediately I thought "I want to tattoo stars on my back!". After days and days discussing about the consequences for my future he allowed me to make a tattoo and put a piercing :D I was so excited that I didn't feel ANY pain (without anesthesia!). I love stars! I love to draw them, to observe them in the sky I love them so much that I decided to put them on my body forever. My tattoo means my family: mother, father and sister. Each star is a member of my family and they're stars because they light up my life ever and ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177603765876222025-2586449247398139323?l=apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2586449247398139323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177603765876222025&amp;postID=2586449247398139323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/2586449247398139323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/2586449247398139323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/passion-l.html' title='Passion (L)'/><author><name>Amanda Paes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675574391298214600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SnJKzMJr1eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2i8_xavZJso/S220/DSC06000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/Slx-mepYEyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rNSezSai7lw/s72-c/tattoo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177603765876222025.post-2587695901368499258</id><published>2009-07-14T09:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:49:59.652-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/Slx92E67GDI/AAAAAAAAACI/XqCYmhTPM0w/s1600-h/SANY0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358296024651339826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/Slx92E67GDI/AAAAAAAAACI/XqCYmhTPM0w/s320/SANY0466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vacation! And I'm working and studying :/ But it's ok because by this time last year I was in a wonderful trip with my grandmother, my aunt and her 'almost husband'. We went to lots of places where I enjoyed a lot! My aunt lives in Recife (my paradise!) but she met his 'almost husband' in Salvador, they started dating then he moved to Recife. My grandma and me flew there on July, 3rd and we spent one week to enjoy the city. After we spent two weeks traveling by car around the beautiful cities: Salvador, João Pessoa, Campina Grande, Maceió, Natal and Fortaleza! It was simply PERFECT! I confess I'm totally crazy about the Northeast :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177603765876222025-2587695901368499258?l=apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2587695901368499258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177603765876222025&amp;postID=2587695901368499258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/2587695901368499258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/2587695901368499258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/trip.html' title='Trip.'/><author><name>Amanda Paes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675574391298214600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SnJKzMJr1eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2i8_xavZJso/S220/DSC06000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/Slx92E67GDI/AAAAAAAAACI/XqCYmhTPM0w/s72-c/SANY0466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177603765876222025.post-7860352372083379423</id><published>2009-07-13T08:19:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:04:25.681-03:00</updated><title type='text'>(L)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/Slsczp6wyxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nNnwkP_VvTw/s1600-h/jason++mraz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357907855438564114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/Slsczp6wyxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nNnwkP_VvTw/s320/jason++mraz.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey guys :) how is it going? After a good and relaxing weekend I'm back to talk more about me. Today I decided to tell you a little about a song which have a special meaning in my life. It's "I'm Yours" by Jason Mraz and I will never be tired to explain how important this song is to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me relax and think about how I'm such a happy person with my own life! I have an amazing family and friends and I have love in my life :D I DO love this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177603765876222025-7860352372083379423?l=apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7860352372083379423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177603765876222025&amp;postID=7860352372083379423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/7860352372083379423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/7860352372083379423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-guys-how-is-it-going-after-good-and.html' title='(L)'/><author><name>Amanda Paes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675574391298214600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SnJKzMJr1eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2i8_xavZJso/S220/DSC06000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/Slsczp6wyxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nNnwkP_VvTw/s72-c/jason++mraz.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177603765876222025.post-3730704976276322713</id><published>2009-07-11T12:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:46:21.675-03:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9b2JWUSkPag"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357901872406768882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SlsXXZY0rPI/AAAAAAAAABw/C21ITYP8rtw/s320/simplesmente(L).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey :) the first post! This must be a special post so I decided to show you a little of a passion I have in my life: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9b2JWUSkPag"&gt;Dirty Dancing 2&lt;/a&gt;! I've fallen in love for this romantic film since the fisrt time I saw it. It shows two things I love which are dancing and romance and they're in perfect harmony so it couldn't be better. I really recommend you to see this film!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177603765876222025-3730704976276322713?l=apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3730704976276322713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3177603765876222025&amp;postID=3730704976276322713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/3730704976276322713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3177603765876222025/posts/default/3730704976276322713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apieceofmeinablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Amanda Paes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675574391298214600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SnJKzMJr1eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2i8_xavZJso/S220/DSC06000.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osbO9tcI0CI/SlsXXZY0rPI/AAAAAAAAABw/C21ITYP8rtw/s72-c/simplesmente(L).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
