<?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-3152375</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:34:22.267-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever!</title><subtitle type='html'>Historinhas, abobrinhas, surtos.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1291</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-108172565058840353</id><published>2004-04-11T20:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T20:23:38.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E minha teoria que eu deveria ter nascido num país frio, com muitos cobertores, chocolate quente, lareira e orvalho em tudo quando amanhece se afirma mais uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;Queria muito saber o que ainda faço aqui num país tropical.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-108172565058840353?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/108172565058840353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/108172565058840353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108172565058840353' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-108172541326474231</id><published>2004-04-11T20:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T20:19:41.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feriado que uma semana atrás tinha a previsão de ser o mesmo marasmo do carnaval conseguiu ser muito bom. Me diverti muito, engordei alguns kilos (ok, isso não é bom...), fiz novos amiguinhos, dei muitas gargalhadas, enfim, foi ótimo. E ainda tava frio. E como eu adoro o frio obviamente estava mais do que feliz. Nham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: Só pra te mostrar - Paralamas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-108172541326474231?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/108172541326474231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/108172541326474231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108172541326474231' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-108109195525492847</id><published>2004-04-04T12:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T17:52:47.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sempre que vou pra algum show volto achando que não aproveitei o suficiente, que podia ter curtido mais mesmo tendo me divertido horrores. Sempre é assim. E eu fico agoniada com isso, querendo tudo de novo pra poder aproveitar mais. Juro que não me entendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: My love is your love - Whitney Houston&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-108109195525492847?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/108109195525492847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/108109195525492847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108109195525492847' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-108109169010471538</id><published>2004-04-04T12:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T12:17:31.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sonhei essa noite que tinha tido filhos. Gêmeos. E eles eram lindos. E eu tava toda boba.&lt;br /&gt;Foi um sonho muito legal, muito cozy. Adoro sonhos assim, me fazem bem. O negócio é que agora fiquei louca pra ter filhos, aliás sempre quis, só que quando a situação se realiza num sonho dá vontade de não acordar. Contei pra minha mãe e ela ficou apavorada mas ao mesmo tempo ficou com aquela cara de "Ai, quero netinhos" e logo depois mandou um "Vai com calma que você é muito nova, por favor...". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok então...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: Ska - Paralamas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-108109169010471538?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/108109169010471538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/108109169010471538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108109169010471538' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-108094695102226313</id><published>2004-04-02T20:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T20:05:10.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu to querendo resolver muitas coisas e não consigo. Tipo, sei que "if i got my act together" eu seria capaz de achar uma solução pra maioria das coisas, mas ao mesmo tempo bate um receio. Sei lá, medo de fazer tudo errado, de me decepcionar, de decepcionar os outros, de simplesmente não conseguir dar conta de tudo.  Tô com várias questões pendentes, mas cadê the guts pra resolve-las? Tá na hora de aprender a lidar com as coisas de frente e parar de me esquivar, cansei disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: Running on the spot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-108094695102226313?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/108094695102226313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/108094695102226313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108094695102226313' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-108058978195683986</id><published>2004-03-29T16:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T16:52:16.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fim de semana muito pauleira. Tá dificil segurar a onda e me levantar....mas tô tentando, tá difícil mas tô tentando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-108058978195683986?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/108058978195683986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/108058978195683986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108058978195683986' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-108035801715983091</id><published>2004-03-27T00:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T00:29:29.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tô com tanta fome que já estou com dor de cabeça....adooooro isso....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-108035801715983091?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/108035801715983091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/108035801715983091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108035801715983091' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-108007726704789830</id><published>2004-03-23T18:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T18:30:16.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E minha lista de filmes "que todo mundo já viu menos eu" cresce a cada minuto.... nada mais daquela história de chegar na locadora e falar "Pô, já vi todos". YAY  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-108007726704789830?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/108007726704789830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/108007726704789830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108007726704789830' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107974851835660537</id><published>2004-03-19T23:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T23:11:03.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.kurthalsey.com/drawings/meaning.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero desenhar que nem esse cara quando eu crescer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: Trac trac - Paralamas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107974851835660537?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107974851835660537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107974851835660537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107974851835660537' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107966591581825949</id><published>2004-03-19T00:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T00:14:20.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To exausta. Se amanhã fosse segunda-feira ou qualquer coisa diferente de sexta ou sábado eu juro que pediria licença e me esconderia do mundo por alguns dias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107966591581825949?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107966591581825949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107966591581825949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107966591581825949' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107966585120038351</id><published>2004-03-19T00:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T00:13:16.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E Dave Matthews Band foi sem dúvida o cd mais escutado hoje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We are wasting time&lt;br /&gt;Let the hours roll by&lt;br /&gt;Doing nothing for the fun&lt;br /&gt;Little taste of the good life&lt;br /&gt;Whether right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;Makes us want to stay, stay for awhile"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Stay - DMB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107966585120038351?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107966585120038351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107966585120038351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107966585120038351' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107870658068217736</id><published>2004-03-07T21:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T21:47:08.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nada como dormir e ter um sonho super aconchegante daqueles que mesmo tendo acordado ainda dá pra ficar feliz. E olha que eu detesto acordar.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107870658068217736?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107870658068217736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107870658068217736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107870658068217736' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107863045521511614</id><published>2004-03-07T00:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T00:36:27.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uma dessas noites aí eu sonhei que tinha visto uma estrela cadente e hoje do nada eu lembrei exatamente da cena do sonho. &lt;br /&gt;Será que significa alguma coisa?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: Those sweet words - Norah Jones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107863045521511614?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107863045521511614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107863045521511614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107863045521511614' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107862979544170506</id><published>2004-03-07T00:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T00:25:27.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A crise tá passando, eu to pensando com mais calma, tentando não me preocupar tanto, basicamente "taking it one step at a time". Isso é um bom sinal já que não estou me concentrando mais em tantas coisas e sim vendo tudo de um plano aberto, como se cada coisa não fosse tão absurdamente problemática e impossível de resolver. Claro que isso não significa que tudo está resolvido, muito pelo contrário, tenho MUITO o que resolver e pôr em ordem, mas agora vou resolver cada coisa no seu tempo sem me desesperar.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: In the morning - Norah Jones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107862979544170506?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107862979544170506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107862979544170506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107862979544170506' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107853196026957688</id><published>2004-03-05T21:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T21:14:51.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tô me sentindo péssima e sozinha. Não tem ninguém em casa e amanhã também não vai ter, isso normalmente seria bom, mas esse findi podia ser de casa cheia pra que eu pudesse me distrair um pouco. Tô pensando (e me preocupando) muito e isso tá me fazendo um mal ferrado, tenho que parar com isso......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107853196026957688?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107853196026957688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107853196026957688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107853196026957688' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107828322145135971</id><published>2004-03-03T00:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T00:09:10.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crise.&lt;br /&gt;Já tentei dormir mas mais uma vez várias coisas estão enchendo minha cabeça e me impedindo de ficar tranquila. Detesto isso, estou começando a pensar em rever as minhas escolhas e tenho medo de não conseguir achar uma solução. Sei lá, provavelmente é coisa de momento, insegurança mesmo..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: Crash into me - DMB&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107828322145135971?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107828322145135971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107828322145135971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107828322145135971' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107799993715973222</id><published>2004-02-28T17:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T17:27:42.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Odeio chorar de frustração e raiva, odeio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: If I had it all - DMB&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107799993715973222?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107799993715973222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107799993715973222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107799993715973222' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107774862739508758</id><published>2004-02-25T19:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T19:39:09.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Para curar esses momentos nheca da vida nada como uma panela de brigadeiro..... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107774862739508758?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107774862739508758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107774862739508758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107774862739508758' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107773326675212209</id><published>2004-02-25T15:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T15:23:08.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acabei de devorar um tubo (ou será um prisma?) de Frutella de iogurte. Isso em 20 minutos. Sim, sou um caso perdido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107773326675212209?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107773326675212209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107773326675212209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107773326675212209' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107773314677994946</id><published>2004-02-25T15:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T15:21:08.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Minhas férias estão acabando e pretendo aproveitar bem esses últimos suspiros de vida boa. O problema é que minha preguiça faz sua parte e me segura na cama com uma força absurda. Tenho dormido tipo 16 horas por dia, sem exagero...&lt;br /&gt;Mas resolvi que a partir de amanhã (afinal, hoje ainda é carnaval) volto a academia com pique total e tomo jeito. Yeah right, nem eu tô conseguindo acreditar nisso....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: Clocks - Coldplay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107773314677994946?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107773314677994946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107773314677994946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107773314677994946' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107750751242831849</id><published>2004-02-23T00:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T12:57:09.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morrendo de saudade de algumas coisas da viagem que fiz algumas semanas atrás....&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo sim que era vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: Your song - versão que não é de Moulin Rouge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107750751242831849?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107750751242831849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107750751242831849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107750751242831849' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107740999716583513</id><published>2004-02-21T21:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T21:35:15.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu ODEIO esse Carnaval de desfiles, axé, trio elétrico e blocos. ODEIO.&lt;br /&gt;A partir do ano que vem prometo nunca mais passar o carnaval em qualquer lugar que tenha algum vestígio de confete e serpentina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107740999716583513?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107740999716583513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107740999716583513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107740999716583513' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107680395141419767</id><published>2004-02-14T21:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T21:14:22.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mudança repentina de humor, sei lá, bateu um vazio, não dá pra explicar. Isso que nesse momento eu deveria estar empolgadíssima, quase pulando de alegria, mas nem estou.... Mas pelo menos não vou ficar em casa, isso seria pior, vou sair, distrair a cabeça já que com certeza não vai ser hoje que vou conseguir colocar meus pensamentos em ordem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: Whiteflag - Dido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107680395141419767?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107680395141419767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107680395141419767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107680395141419767' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107652513014963115</id><published>2004-02-11T15:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T15:47:18.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>De volta a realidade depois de semanas em lugares que eu nem sabia que existiam. Enfim, foi tudo de bom, a viagem foi sensacional mas eu tava morreeeeendo de saudades de casa, do meu canto, das pessoas, enfim, de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It´s good to be home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107652513014963115?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107652513014963115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107652513014963115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107652513014963115' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107473490613425702</id><published>2004-01-21T22:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T22:29:53.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHISKY A GO GO NO LUAU DA MTV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENSACIONAL!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107473490613425702?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107473490613425702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107473490613425702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107473490613425702' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107462726586478281</id><published>2004-01-20T16:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T16:35:51.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, me conformo então com o ultimo hit do Outkast.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107462726586478281?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107462726586478281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107462726586478281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107462726586478281' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107462706822112878</id><published>2004-01-20T16:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T16:32:34.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To com vontade de escutar aquela música da Maria Rita mas meu Kazaa não funcionaaaaaaa. urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107462706822112878?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107462706822112878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107462706822112878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107462706822112878' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107462692283554236</id><published>2004-01-20T16:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T16:30:08.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sono, muito sono....  but who cares? Férias é assim mesmo, eu simplesmente adoro isso. Poder no meio do dia pular na cama e só sair de lá quando der vontade é uma parada que não tem preço.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107462692283554236?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107462692283554236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107462692283554236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107462692283554236' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107443404109931415</id><published>2004-01-18T10:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T10:55:24.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nada como um joinha as 5hs da manhã.... hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107443404109931415?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107443404109931415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107443404109931415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107443404109931415' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107419709002856696</id><published>2004-01-15T17:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T17:06:11.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chat no msn usando a webcam é uma das paradas maaaaais divertidas. E ficar brincando de "show and tell" é mais legal ainda! hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: Hey ya - Outkast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107419709002856696?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107419709002856696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107419709002856696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107419709002856696' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107387159226156432</id><published>2004-01-11T22:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T22:41:09.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O tempo tá passando muito, muito rápido e isso me deixa meio preocupada.... e também tô ansiosa pra caramba com várias coisas e quando fico muito ansiosa eu perco totalmente a fome, ou melhor, tenho fome mas não consigo comer. Complicado? Nah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: Vou deixar - Skank&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107387159226156432?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107387159226156432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107387159226156432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107387159226156432' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107387115602785418</id><published>2004-01-11T22:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T22:33:53.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This girl here is so bored it´s not funny  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107387115602785418?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107387115602785418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107387115602785418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107387115602785418' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107376850226076628</id><published>2004-01-10T18:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T18:02:58.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To com umas resolucoes pra 2004. Sera que dessa vez vai?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107376850226076628?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107376850226076628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107376850226076628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107376850226076628' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107376843832428246</id><published>2004-01-10T18:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T18:01:54.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sono, muito sono....&lt;br /&gt;Dormi só 4 horas de ontem pra hoje, fui parar num outro município, voltei, andei pra caramba e depois caí na cama tão absurdamente que quando acordei nao sabia quem eu era e aonde eu tava.&lt;br /&gt;Que dia produtivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107376843832428246?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107376843832428246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107376843832428246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107376843832428246' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107342800139032055</id><published>2004-01-06T19:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T19:27:53.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meu humor tem estado muito bom nesses ultimos dias, mas agora do nada bateu uma agonia absurda, sei la, to meio sem chao...... acho que vou dormir pra fazer isso passar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: Relicario - Cassia Eller e Nando Reis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107342800139032055?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107342800139032055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107342800139032055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107342800139032055' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107280535779617951</id><published>2003-12-30T14:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T14:30:23.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tava aqui botando na balança as coisas que aconteceram em 2003. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Po, foi um ano bom e principalmente, um ano muito esportivo hehehe &lt;br /&gt;Saih do Brasil numa viagem muito boa, e por aqui fui da Bahia até Santa Catarina (em viagens diferentes), conhecendo lugares espetaculares, absurdamente lindos, fiz uns esportes que nunca pensei que fosse fazer na vida, me diverti horrores, conheci umas pessoas muito legais, fui bem na faculdade, tomei algumas decisoes importantes e vou fechar o ano com mais uma viagem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo parecendo que o reveillon passado foi ontem, sinto que o ano rendeu muito e que foi bom sim apesar das pequenas coisas negativas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que venha 2004.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107280535779617951?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107280535779617951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107280535779617951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107280535779617951' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107275113845726022</id><published>2003-12-29T23:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T23:26:43.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pra fechar o ano nada como uma musica linda do filme mais fofo de todos os tempos que por sinal, ainda vou assistir de novo antes de sair de cartaz  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing you can do that can't be done.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game.&lt;br /&gt;It's easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can make that can't be made.&lt;br /&gt;No one you can save that can't be saved.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time.&lt;br /&gt;It's easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love.&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love.&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, love.&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can know that isn't known.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can see that isn't shown.&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;It's easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love &lt;br /&gt;All you need is love. &lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, love.&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt; All you need is love - da trilha de "Simplesmente Amor"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107275113845726022?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107275113845726022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107275113845726022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107275113845726022' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107257741174259492</id><published>2003-12-27T23:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T23:11:14.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Percebi hoje que eu to pronta pra dar tchau pra 2003. Sei la, eu tava conversando com uns amigos esses dias, numa coisa meio "E ai, 2003 foi bom?" e eu percebi que embora ele tenha passado surrealmente rapido eu pude fazer muuuuuuuita coisa. Acho que eh por isso que eu quero 2004 logo, quero meio que comecar do zero, resolver varias coisas que estao meio empacadas, dar inicio a uns projetos que estao na minha cabeca, enfim, dar aquele pontape inicial e fazer tudo andar. &lt;br /&gt;Algo me diz que esse ano vai ser bom, so espero que seja mesmo.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107257741174259492?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107257741174259492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107257741174259492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107257741174259492' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107219811951784804</id><published>2003-12-23T13:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T13:49:37.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ontem custei muito a dormir, acho que sÃ³ consegui fechar os olhos pra valer la pra 4hs da manha. E pior que por causa disso eu fiquei pensando sobre varias coisas enquanto eu tentava dormir, coisas que dificultavam mais ainda qualquer tentativa de fechar os olhos com sucesso...&lt;br /&gt;Sei la, fiquei meio sem chao, nao gosto disso...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107219811951784804?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107219811951784804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107219811951784804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107219811951784804' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107167120135394948</id><published>2003-12-17T11:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T11:27:33.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje eu to totalmente sem paciencia pras frescuras dos outros. Sabe aqueles dias que voce quer que passe o quanto antes na esperança que o dia seguinte seja melhor? Pois entao, to assim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107167120135394948?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107167120135394948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107167120135394948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107167120135394948' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107132458768272992</id><published>2003-12-13T11:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T11:11:29.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nervosa e ansiosa? Eu? Nah, imagina...... meu estomago deu aquela embrulhada por causa do nervosismo depois do café da manha e sinto que nao vou conseguir comer mais nada até o final do dia.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107132458768272992?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107132458768272992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107132458768272992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107132458768272992' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107110910335386252</id><published>2003-12-10T23:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T23:19:09.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To aqui vendo umas fotos e ta batendo uma saudade absurda, de querer tudo aquilo de volta mesmo sabendo que é impossivel..... É tao estranho, eu tenho tentado aproveitar mais os momentos bons mas ainda sinto que sei la, nao faço o suficiente e isso me deixa meio mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: The promise - Tracy Chapman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107110910335386252?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107110910335386252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107110910335386252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107110910335386252' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107085029318890908</id><published>2003-12-07T23:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T23:25:35.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E meu reveillon ta prometendo ser o completo oposto do ano passado e isso NAO pode ficar assim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107085029318890908?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107085029318890908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107085029318890908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107085029318890908' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107085014896910331</id><published>2003-12-07T23:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T23:23:11.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ai eu nao mereco isso..... juro que nao mereco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107085014896910331?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107085014896910331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107085014896910331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107085014896910331' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107084742332665234</id><published>2003-12-07T22:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T22:39:26.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Coisas que um sabado a noite em casa fazem com uma pessoa....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cena ontem à noite: eu, em casa sozinha, deprimida e arrasada por ter justamente ficado sozinha num sabado a noite por causa de um trabalho de faculdade e outras cositas.... fiz um pedaço do trabalho, assisti filmezinho mamao com açucar enquanto jantava (jantar que eu mesma fiz por sinal) e quando fui pegar a sobremesa no freezer o que eu acho? Um pote daqueles de sorvete recheado de picolés de Chocomenta e Tangerina la do sorvete Italia. &lt;br /&gt;Foi lindo, daquelas cena de olhar pra cima e mandar um "thank you god!". &lt;br /&gt;Nao tive nem duvida, peguei o chocomenta e comi.... deu 20 minutos e pensei "ai, mas também tem de tangerina....". Me segurei mas la pra 1 da manha estava eu no computador acabando o trabalho enquanto comia o sorvete de tangerina. &lt;br /&gt;E nem quero critica ja que devido à minha situaçao naquele momento um sorvete de tangerina era fichinha...... eu devia mesmo é ter afogado minhas magoas num daqueles overpriced potes de Haagen Daaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107084742332665234?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107084742332665234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107084742332665234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107084742332665234' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107015478573620923</id><published>2003-11-29T22:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T22:13:40.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;"My girl" no radio! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alias, show dos Temptations do Free Jazz, faz tanto tempo e parece que foi ontem. O tempo ta passando muito rapido e isso ta me preocupando....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107015478573620923?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107015478573620923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107015478573620923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107015478573620923' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107015462391173160</id><published>2003-11-29T22:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T22:10:59.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje o radio ta adivinhando as musicas que estou precisando ouvir. Agora ta tocando uma que embora seja meio batida representa milhoes de cenas, muitas risadas e muita gente legal que estava comigo enquanto essa musica ia tocando. Eu nao consigo escuta-la sem ficar feliz e rindo lembrando do que passou. Momento nostalgia é foda mas fazer o que....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107015462391173160?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107015462391173160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107015462391173160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107015462391173160' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-107011796466252437</id><published>2003-11-29T11:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T11:59:58.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Musiquinha linda que eu nao escuto faz seculos tocando no radio... radio é bom por isso, começa a tocar coisas que voce nao espera e que as vezes nem lembra que existe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: A sua - Marisa Monte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-107011796466252437?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107011796466252437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/107011796466252437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107011796466252437' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106995129720793450</id><published>2003-11-27T13:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T13:42:09.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Final de periodo so podia dar nisso, eu aqui interrompendo minhas atividades da tarde por causa de uma dor surreal na coluna. E nao tem ninguem em casa pra me ajudar... vou la me encolher num canto e so sair quando estiver bem de novo.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106995129720793450?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106995129720793450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106995129720793450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106995129720793450' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106962340795822886</id><published>2003-11-23T18:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T18:39:28.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"It's okay to cry for a moment&lt;br /&gt;When promises shatter&lt;br /&gt;But don’t waste your tears for too long&lt;br /&gt;Because soon it won’t matter&lt;br /&gt;Promises made, they were lost&lt;br /&gt;But don't bother grieving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will find good days for us&lt;br /&gt;The sun will shine brightly&lt;br /&gt;Live our life, if only for just&lt;br /&gt;A moment"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao tenho nem comentarios, essa musica foi A descoberta do fim de semana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106962340795822886?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106962340795822886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106962340795822886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106962340795822886' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-10696181244840397</id><published>2003-11-23T17:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T17:09:13.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To exausta, mas de alma lavada. &lt;br /&gt;Adoro ficar assim, feliz, leve mas por outro lado to com saudade, quero tudo de voltaaaaaaaa!!!!!! Ai ai....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-10696181244840397?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/10696181244840397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/10696181244840397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#10696181244840397' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106926889364404673</id><published>2003-11-19T16:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T16:09:01.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finalmente esta chovendo! So espero que essa chuva abaixe a temperatura porque chover e continuar essa cidade bafenta nao da nao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106926889364404673?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106926889364404673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106926889364404673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106926889364404673' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106926862517695879</id><published>2003-11-19T16:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T16:04:10.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Como que eu posso ser feliz numa cidade que faz 33 graus as 7hs da manha?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106926862517695879?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106926862517695879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106926862517695879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106926862517695879' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106849062032939880</id><published>2003-11-10T15:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T15:56:58.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ontem enquanto fazia um trabalho de madrugada tomei uma decisao. Mas eu, como a menina indecisa que sou, fico relutando, repensando e fazendo sair fumacinha do meu cérebro de tanto pensar. E isso nao é divertido, ja to cansada de fazer isso.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106849062032939880?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106849062032939880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106849062032939880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106849062032939880' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106825433690561722</id><published>2003-11-07T22:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T22:18:54.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ta chovendo, acho que vou aproveitar a noite de hoje pra por o sono em dia. Sem duvida é o melhor que tenho a fazer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: For your babies - Simply Red&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106825433690561722?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106825433690561722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106825433690561722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106825433690561722' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106823328177456604</id><published>2003-11-07T16:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T16:27:59.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106823328177456604?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106823328177456604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106823328177456604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106823328177456604' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106807927011661803</id><published>2003-11-05T21:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T21:41:08.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cansei. Cansei de ficar remoendo, perdendo o sono e me estressando com algo que nao depende so de mim. Vou deixar rolar, ver o que acontece, quem sabe o tempo resolve essa pra mim......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: Your winter - Sister Hazel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106807927011661803?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106807927011661803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106807927011661803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106807927011661803' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106785431168249125</id><published>2003-11-03T07:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T07:11:50.433-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tanta coisa na cabeça ontem quando fui dormir que simplesmente nao consegui dormir... pelos meus calculos so peguei no sono la pelas 3hs da manha. E como se isso nao fosse o suficiente, tive um sonho bizarro quando consegui dormir. &lt;br /&gt;Ain´t it fun?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: Fire - Babyface e Desiree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106785431168249125?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106785431168249125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106785431168249125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106785431168249125' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106769805758313578</id><published>2003-11-01T11:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T11:47:35.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To falando sério que vou me mudar pro Alaska nesse verao.... Btw, se tiver alguém vendendo um iglu eu aceito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: All Star - Cassia Eller&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106769805758313578?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106769805758313578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106769805758313578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106769805758313578' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106756058569659846</id><published>2003-10-30T21:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T21:36:24.490-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou me sentindo um lixo. Ou melhor, um trapinho....&lt;br /&gt;To gripada, alergica, enfim, the whole bag of tricks. E pra completar tenho que ficar aqui acordada fazendo trabalho enquanto a familia inteira vai dormir feliz e contente. Eu quero alguém pra me fazer um chocolate quente! Eu quero minha cama, meu travesseiro, meu edredom e meu urso de pelucia! Preciso de um apoio moral.. ta foda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106756058569659846?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106756058569659846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106756058569659846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106756058569659846' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106730468729886141</id><published>2003-10-27T22:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T22:36:12.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E amanha to correndo o risco de ter que fazer uma redaçao. Sim, uma redacao. Algo que nao escrevo (pelo menos em português) seriamente desde o vestibular. Claro, que existiram provas discursivas e tal, mas essas redaçoezinhas filhas da mae que volta e meia tem como tema: "A educaçao no Brasil no seculo XXI" e coisas do tipo simplesmente estao apagadas da minha memoria....nunca mais fiz, perdi completamente a pratica. Sim, porque houve um tempo no colégio que eu tinha uma certa pratica e fazia redaçoes razoaveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, sinto que algo no melhor estilo "Minhas férias" vai rolar se eu tiver que escrever amanha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: By your side - Sade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106730468729886141?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106730468729886141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106730468729886141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106730468729886141' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106730214226701747</id><published>2003-10-27T21:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T21:53:47.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou indo para o Alaska nesse verao. Sim, porque nao vou aguentar esse calor que estah dando seus primeiros sinais em plena primaveira. Quem quiser vir junto é so mandar um pombo correio ou sinal de fumaça.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106730214226701747?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106730214226701747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106730214226701747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106730214226701747' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106729667275144936</id><published>2003-10-27T20:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T20:18:58.070-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dando inicio à série &lt;em&gt;"Eu nao presto na cozinha": &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consegui queimar hoje parte do arroz. Mas detalhe, eu nao estava fazendo arroz na panela, eu estava esquentando no forninho!!!!!!!  Acho que ta na hora de fazer um curso de culinaria pra descobrir se eu realmente nao tenho talento pra cozinha ou se é so falta de pratica mesmo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106729667275144936?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106729667275144936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106729667275144936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106729667275144936' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106695834089092543</id><published>2003-10-23T22:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T22:23:07.993-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O que faz uma pessoa entrar embaixo do abrigo do ponto de ônibus e deixar o seu guarda-chuva aberto mesmo estando totalmente (e com sobra) coberta pelo teto do coiso de ônibus? E pra completar era um guarda-chuva "pequeno", daqueles que impediam completamente minha visao dos onibus que estavam chegando. E sabe o que a santa inteligência fez quando chegou o ônibus dela? Fechou o guarda chuva ainda embaixo do ponto e foi andando até o ônibus que tava meio longe NA CHUVA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sério, quase joguei pedra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106695834089092543?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106695834089092543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106695834089092543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106695834089092543' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106667680042160795</id><published>2003-10-20T16:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T16:06:40.433-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu detesto esse negocio de horario de verao quando nao estou de ferias. Motivos?! Um dos principais é acordar quando ainda ta escuro, isso é pra acabar com o dia de qualquer pessoa..... e claro, anuncia a chegada do verao quando eu ainda estou estudando, logo, um calor fdp que eu nao posso aproveitar pois estou afogada em trabalhos.&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106667680042160795?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106667680042160795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106667680042160795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106667680042160795' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106642257923196909</id><published>2003-10-17T17:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T17:29:39.086-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu sou sem duvida uma das pessoas mais famintas do mundo. E isso nao é legal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106642257923196909?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106642257923196909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106642257923196909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106642257923196909' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106609637401007092</id><published>2003-10-13T22:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T22:52:54.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E ta passando "Notting Hill" na Globo. &lt;br /&gt;E eu que achava que ia dormir cedo hoje..... té parece, vou ficar acordada e aproveitar pra curtir o filme que tem uma das trilhas sonoras mais legais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106609637401007092?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106609637401007092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106609637401007092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106609637401007092' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106592793645493412</id><published>2003-10-12T00:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T00:13:54.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nao consigo parar de escutar "Amanha é 23" do acustico do Kid Abelha.... fica tocando aqui no WinAmp e eu simplesmente nao consigo trocar de musica.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106592793645493412?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106592793645493412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106592793645493412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106592793645493412' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106592779660376374</id><published>2003-10-12T00:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T00:03:16.690-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Engraçado como quando eu to meio triste, meio assim, que eu consigo criar varias coisas, ter varias ideias...... pelo menos pra alguma coisa esses momentos de nhé servem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106592779660376374?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106592779660376374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106592779660376374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106592779660376374' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106589199697671789</id><published>2003-10-11T14:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T14:06:37.070-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sabe sonho bizarro mas completamente coerente?! Pois entao, tive um desses hoje. Muito doido mas bem legal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106589199697671789?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106589199697671789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106589199697671789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106589199697671789' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106584388041898971</id><published>2003-10-11T00:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T00:46:24.180-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E ja senti que esse findi vai ser um marasmo....&lt;br /&gt;To sentindo que amanha (ou melhor hoje, sabado) vou estar tao entediada que se me falarem "Vamos na padaria?" eu vou. Detesto ficar em casa, especialmente no findi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106584388041898971?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106584388041898971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106584388041898971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106584388041898971' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106584057349051275</id><published>2003-10-10T23:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T23:49:32.910-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fiz uma promessa... resolvi parar de roer unha. Pra sempre. Agora quero ver dar certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: Green eyes - Coldplay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106584057349051275?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106584057349051275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106584057349051275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106584057349051275' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106567076168547599</id><published>2003-10-09T00:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T00:42:45.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meus proximos destinos (ou pelo menos aonde eu tô doidinha pra ir):&lt;br /&gt;- Londres&lt;br /&gt;- Barcelona&lt;br /&gt;- Roma&lt;br /&gt;- Madri&lt;br /&gt;- Veneza&lt;br /&gt;- Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouca coisa, né? &lt;br /&gt;Enfim, o que que eu posso fazer se a idéia de ir para esses lugares me enlouquece? So conheço um deles e morro de saudades so de lembrar de la. E nao é so uma coisa que me chama atençao nessas cidades, é todo o conjunto... as construcoes, as pessoas, a historia, as diferentes linguas, a culinaria, o clima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu preciso botar uma viagem dessas em pratica. Ja sei onde quero ir, agora so preciso achar companhia, juntar dinheiro e partir......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106567076168547599?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106567076168547599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106567076168547599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106567076168547599' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106567040827328082</id><published>2003-10-09T00:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T00:33:27.913-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nao consigo dormir. Que alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Detesto quando isso acontece, inda mais porque estamos num dia de semana todo mundo dorme mais cedo, logo nao tem ninguém acordado aqui em casa e ninguém online. Ou seja, nada pra fazer, ninguém pra conversar.&lt;br /&gt;E nem adianta deitar, o sono nao vem, to com muita coisa martelando na cabeça, muitas idéias pra por em ordem, muita coisa misturada e confusa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can´t it just be a little easier?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: Heaven - Live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106567040827328082?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106567040827328082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106567040827328082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106567040827328082' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106566987382862049</id><published>2003-10-09T00:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T00:25:28.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....sorry, just felt like screaming.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106566987382862049?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106566987382862049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106566987382862049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106566987382862049' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106566587422118687</id><published>2003-10-08T23:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T23:17:54.096-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Filmezinho lindo hoje e com musicas super bem colocadas. Uma graça. Adoro filme assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: Everytime I see your face - Live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106566587422118687?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106566587422118687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106566587422118687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106566587422118687' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-10655780219700632</id><published>2003-10-07T22:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T22:56:40.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E o festival ta acabando e consegui ver varios filmes que eu queria. Varias surpresas agradaveis e nenhum filme do tipo "caceta que coisa horrivel, lah se foi meu dinheiro pelo ralo....". Acho entao que o saldo foi positivo. Tenho mais 2 filmes pela frente sendo que os 2 me parecem ser bem legais sendo que um eh italiaaaaaano.... ai ai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: Your body is a wonderland - John Mayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-10655780219700632?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/10655780219700632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/10655780219700632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#10655780219700632' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106556469128468917</id><published>2003-10-07T19:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T19:11:31.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I´ll believe it when I see it for myself.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao consigo parar de escutar essa musica, descarta o fato que eu quase chorei no clipe dela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106556469128468917?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106556469128468917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106556469128468917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106556469128468917' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106537285413802943</id><published>2003-10-05T13:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T13:54:13.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomar mate leão da latinha eh uma experiencia très estranha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106537285413802943?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106537285413802943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106537285413802943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106537285413802943' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106537214329439931</id><published>2003-10-05T13:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T13:42:22.860-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ontem fiquei de madrugada resolvi tomar uma atitude e fazer meus trabalhos pendentes. Consegui fazer praticamente todos mas agora tem um problema, nao tem nada pra fazer hoje! A parada eh ficar assistindo a maratona Seinfeld....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: Nada pra mim - Ana Carolina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106537214329439931?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106537214329439931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106537214329439931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106537214329439931' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106531436799615348</id><published>2003-10-04T21:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T21:41:14.976-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O meu problema eh que eu preciso de gente, gosto de ter alguem pra ficar conversando, ficar batendo papo, falando besteira. Sou capaz de sentar numa mesa e ficar horas falando, falando e nem ver o tempo passar. Esse negocio de morar sozinha realmente nunca daria certo pra mim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106531436799615348?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106531436799615348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106531436799615348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106531436799615348' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106531404227634393</id><published>2003-10-04T21:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T21:34:01.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje é daqueles dias que todo mundo tá ocupado, viajando, estudando ou whatever e eu nao tenho absolutamente nada pra fazer. Detesto isso. E pior que ainda to sozinha em casa o que nao facilita nada. &lt;br /&gt;Ta complicado, a essa altura eu ja to ate me contentando em sair pra tomar um cafe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106531404227634393?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106531404227634393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106531404227634393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106531404227634393' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106531182383765860</id><published>2003-10-04T20:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T20:57:55.323-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nao tenho tido muita fome esses dias e hoje isso foi mais do que comprovado. Meu café da manha foi um pequeno pedaço de bolo, meu almoço um iogurte e meu jantar uma barra de cereal. To até querendo pedir alguma coisa, mas nao sinto fome alguma.... queria muito uma explicaçao pra isso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106531182383765860?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106531182383765860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106531182383765860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106531182383765860' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106518221840296125</id><published>2003-10-03T08:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T08:56:57.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;And it just keeps getting better and better.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o papagaio da Ana Maria Braga lançou um CD! Realmente, acho que é hora de desligar a tv ou trocar de canal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106518221840296125?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106518221840296125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106518221840296125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106518221840296125' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106518192649680093</id><published>2003-10-03T08:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T08:53:06.633-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acordei mais cedo que o previsto, ligo a televisao e esta passando o programa da Ana Maria Braga. Adivinha quem esta sendo entrevistada?! Uma criadora de sacis!!! Aham, sacis, aquele cara de uma perna so. Eu nao acreditei quando vi. A mulher falando "nesse vidro que voce esta segurando tem um casal de sacis" e a Ana Maria Braga segurando o raio do vidro (que estava vazio por sinal) que aparentemente abrigava o casal de sacis. Alguém merece isso? Eu sei que eu nao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106518192649680093?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106518192649680093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106518192649680093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106518192649680093' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106518196901675493</id><published>2003-10-03T08:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T08:52:48.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E por sinal, é muito brega essa abertura do programa da Ana Maria Braga hein?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106518196901675493?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106518196901675493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106518196901675493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106518196901675493' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106514634731758129</id><published>2003-10-02T22:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T22:59:06.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu tenho chegado a algumas conclusões ultimamente... uma delas é que eu teria sérios problemas gastronomicos se fosse morar sozinha. A explicacao é meio longa, entao quem sabe depois eu explico mas so pra simplificar, envolve minha falta de talento nato na cozinha hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: Faith - Limp Biskit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106514634731758129?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106514634731758129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106514634731758129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106514634731758129' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106512912213628131</id><published>2003-10-02T18:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T18:12:02.130-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ta na hora de benzer o meu carro.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106512912213628131?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106512912213628131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106512912213628131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106512912213628131' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106509677485362925</id><published>2003-10-02T09:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T09:13:17.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu tenho um problema sério que é nao conseguir ser cinica o suficiente pra me fazer de amiguinha quando nao vou com a cara de uma pessoa. Nao adianta, eu acabo deixando claro através das minha açoes, do jeito que eu olho, do jeito que eu falo. Nao que eu trate mal ou coisa do tipo mas simplesmente nao consigo ficar dando risada e ser toda amiguinha com pessoas com as quais nao me sinto confortavel, fico meio indiferente, deixo quieto. &lt;br /&gt;Sei la, é o meu jeito, quem sabe aos poucos eu consiga mudar, ou nao, o jeito é ver com o tempo o que acontece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: Still - Macy Gray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106509677485362925?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106509677485362925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106509677485362925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106509677485362925' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106504257762556755</id><published>2003-10-01T18:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T18:09:58.280-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E o Festival ta rendendo. Até agora vi filmes muito legais e tenho me divertido bastante... e ainda faltam mais alguns pra ver. Yay! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106504257762556755?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106504257762556755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106504257762556755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106504257762556755' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106486720352211005</id><published>2003-09-29T17:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T17:27:00.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Filminho mais do que classico passando na sessao da tarde. Pena que eu so descobri agora, as 5:25 da tarde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106486720352211005?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106486720352211005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106486720352211005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106486720352211005' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106480284165865157</id><published>2003-09-28T23:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T23:34:01.316-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ta choveeeendo. Adoro dormir com barulho de chuva la fora, é muito bom. So espero que nao chova amanha durante o dia porque eu tenho muita coisa pra fazer e nao vai rolar ficar pegando chuva assim de bobeira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106480284165865157?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106480284165865157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106480284165865157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106480284165865157' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106480260571997332</id><published>2003-09-28T23:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T23:32:18.070-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Assistindo aquele festival de Brasilia na Globo. To sentindo falta de ir num festival desses. &lt;br /&gt;Btw, ta passando Simply Red e é engraçado que ninguem sabe a musica, mas quando vem o refrao o publico inteiro canta, aih o refrao acaba e todo mundo fica mudo de novo. &lt;br /&gt;Vendo aqui deu uma vontade de ter ido nesse festival so pra curtir mesmo e matar a saudade de festivais assim....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106480260571997332?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106480260571997332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106480260571997332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106480260571997332' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106476785451625094</id><published>2003-09-28T13:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T13:51:41.210-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E em janeiro eu vou fazer uma viagem que vai ser provavelmente uma das melhores viagens da minha vida. Pena que nao vai mais gente que eu conheça além da minha familia, porque se fosse seria perfeito, mas como nem tudo é perfeito vamos assim mesmo.... &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, que venha logo porque eu mal posso esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: Nada pra mim - Ana Carolina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106476785451625094?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106476785451625094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106476785451625094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106476785451625094' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106476256756935917</id><published>2003-09-28T12:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T12:22:47.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E eu nao fui no show da Alanis ontem. Tudo porque pagar 90 reais num show é completamente contra a minha carteira e os meus principios. To triste, nao pude cantar "Head over feet" e "Hands clean" como eu tanto queria. Anyway, quem sabe na proxima.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106476256756935917?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106476256756935917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106476256756935917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106476256756935917' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106468640412108008</id><published>2003-09-27T15:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T12:23:31.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E essa coluna da esquerda nao sobe nem acendendo vela e fazendo promessa. E pior que deve ser algo imbecil, mas eu, como leiga em html, nao consigo resolver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: Aguas de março - Marisa Monte e David Byrne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106468640412108008?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106468640412108008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106468640412108008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106468640412108008' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106468601085027192</id><published>2003-09-27T15:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T15:07:10.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E acho que nada ruim aconteceu com ninguem ontem quando tive aquela agonia louca. Agora to bem mais tranquila, que bom né, porque aquilo ontem tava me fazendo um mal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TSEE: Why Georgia - John Mayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106468601085027192?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106468601085027192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106468601085027192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106468601085027192' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106463453213132234</id><published>2003-09-27T00:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T00:50:13.633-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do nada acabei de ficar muito agoniada. Deu um aperto absurdo, como se algo ruim estivesse acontecendo com alguem que eu conheço. Ok, nao to gostando nada disso e o pior é que nao posso fazer nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106463453213132234?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106463453213132234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106463453213132234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106463453213132234' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106463405530805377</id><published>2003-09-27T00:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T00:40:54.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E a imagem ta demorando a carregar mesmo sendo leve.... outro problema a ser resolvido....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106463405530805377?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106463405530805377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106463405530805377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106463405530805377' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3152375.post-106463393508975226</id><published>2003-09-27T00:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T00:39:17.486-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Layout novo. Eu fiz sozinha como dah pra reparar ja que ta com uns erros, como essa coluna da esquerda que nao quer subir pra nada nesse mundo. Anyway, depois resolvo isso....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3152375-106463393508975226?l=whateveragain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106463393508975226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3152375/posts/default/106463393508975226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whateveragain.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106463393508975226' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472668014290433743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
