<?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-4830592649507343561</id><updated>2011-07-30T07:44:10.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mend it</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830592649507343561/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/SdehNn_3BxI/AAAAAAAAANg/oLn_9ufeyf8/S220/meal.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830592649507343561.post-5904254502726603865</id><published>2009-12-26T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:18:05.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 do</title><content type='html'>Meu computador está lotado de "post its".&lt;br /&gt;No total são 7.&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;b&gt;1º&lt;/b&gt; representa o primeiro passo para a realização de um sonho antigo, mas que só agora tornou-se palpável. Ainda contamos com a aprovação de uns e outros, mas pelo que tudo indica, vai rolar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/Szbdpc3ZPOI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/6lxCypqpJjY/s1600-h/FinneganFrenchBulldog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/Szbdpc3ZPOI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/6lxCypqpJjY/s320/FinneganFrenchBulldog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;b&gt;2º&lt;/b&gt; é mais uma frase motivacional para pessoas que estão sempre precisando de um empurrãozinho pra vencer a preguiça. Roubei a idéia da minha editora-chefe Sabrina Abreu, que por sua vez roubou de outra pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/Szbd2LqC27I/AAAAAAAAAdY/U9h_PSKzMsc/s1600-h/321887f1g0r1isc0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/Szbd2LqC27I/AAAAAAAAAdY/U9h_PSKzMsc/s200/321887f1g0r1isc0.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;b&gt;3º&lt;/b&gt; se trata de uma coisa que eu já tava adiando há muito tempo. Na verdade eu já tinha tomado uma providência em relação a isso, mas adiantou pouco. Nessa segunda eu me resolvo. Definitivamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/SzbeCDjdzKI/AAAAAAAAAdg/q6em2z9xCzk/s1600-h/doctor_narrowweb__300x356,2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/SzbeCDjdzKI/AAAAAAAAAdg/q6em2z9xCzk/s200/doctor_narrowweb__300x356,2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;b&gt;4º&lt;/b&gt; é uma providência prática que vai ajudar a financiar um projeto interessante para o meio do ano que vem. É o que eu mais tenho medo de não conseguir cumprir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/SzbesfvoLtI/AAAAAAAAAdw/o5rBlVjAkUA/s1600-h/hungry_pig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/SzbesfvoLtI/AAAAAAAAAdw/o5rBlVjAkUA/s200/hungry_pig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;b&gt;5º&lt;/b&gt; tem muito a ver com o 4º, mas é como é um processo mais burocrático do que qualquer outra coisa, me tranquiliza mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/SzbfJ2zxLkI/AAAAAAAAAd4/wd7XeM3JL-4/s1600-h/airplane-flying-0309-lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/SzbfJ2zxLkI/AAAAAAAAAd4/wd7XeM3JL-4/s200/airplane-flying-0309-lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;b&gt;6º&lt;/b&gt; se transformou num 2 em 1 nadaver, já que engloba um filme que eu preciso baixar (sob recomedações confiáveis) e o telefone de um salão que faz uma sobrancelha perfeita (sob recomendações mais confiáveis ainda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/SzbfUEGkeVI/AAAAAAAAAeA/eeB4Og2eU3E/s1600-h/esq-500-days-of-summer-0609-lgjpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/SzbfUEGkeVI/AAAAAAAAAeA/eeB4Og2eU3E/s320/esq-500-days-of-summer-0609-lgjpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/SzbffzUTLlI/AAAAAAAAAeI/cDY4lQE6xBQ/s1600-h/eyebrow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/SzbffzUTLlI/AAAAAAAAAeI/cDY4lQE6xBQ/s200/eyebrow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o &lt;b&gt;7º&lt;/b&gt;, bom, é o tipo da coisa que tá começando a entrar na minha cabeça, mas só pra reafirmar a idéia escrevi tudo num papel e pregui diante do meu nariz. É muita boicotagem não cumprir, eu acho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/Szbfn1Zh3AI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/u7ZS5QF_Y9w/s1600-h/2573553jgg26fvrjt.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/Szbfn1Zh3AI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/u7ZS5QF_Y9w/s320/2573553jgg26fvrjt.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830592649507343561-5904254502726603865?l=izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com/feeds/5904254502726603865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830592649507343561/posts/default/5904254502726603865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830592649507343561/posts/default/5904254502726603865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-do.html' title='2 do'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/SdehNn_3BxI/AAAAAAAAANg/oLn_9ufeyf8/S220/meal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/Szbdpc3ZPOI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/6lxCypqpJjY/s72-c/FinneganFrenchBulldog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830592649507343561.post-427702001759681170</id><published>2009-12-22T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:22:46.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I toss and turn, I keep stressing my mind</title><content type='html'>Seria tão melhor ter ficado apenas no jantarzinho com as amigas e ter vindo embora pra casa tranquila e serena.&lt;br /&gt;Me pouparia:&lt;br /&gt;1. Desgaste emocional pelos mesmos motivos de sempre (ok. com menos intensidade.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Um passo atrás na minha tentativa de economizar dinheiro para, pela primeira vez, ter a moral de dizer que paguei alguma coisa&lt;br /&gt;3. De conhecer gente que não acrescenta coisa nenhuma na minha vida &lt;br /&gt;4. Voltar pra casa ouvindo músicas fofo/depressivas no carro&lt;br /&gt;5. Relembrar coisas que já estavam num processo acelerado de crescimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me consola é que amanhã é um novo dia e erros configuram acertos. Amanhã eu não saio. Não pra passar tudo de novo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830592649507343561-427702001759681170?l=izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com/feeds/427702001759681170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-toss-and-turn-i-keep-stressing-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830592649507343561/posts/default/427702001759681170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830592649507343561/posts/default/427702001759681170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-toss-and-turn-i-keep-stressing-my.html' title='I toss and turn, I keep stressing my mind'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/SdehNn_3BxI/AAAAAAAAANg/oLn_9ufeyf8/S220/meal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830592649507343561.post-8741964878875974896</id><published>2009-12-17T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T10:10:18.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch me</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Before I fall too fast&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kiss me quick, but make it last&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I can see how badly this will hurt me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you say goodbye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keep it sweet, keep it slow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let the future pass, but don't let go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But tonight I could fall to sleep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To this beautiful moonlight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But you're so hypnotizing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You've got me laughing while I sing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You've got me smiling in my sleep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I can see this unraveling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And your love is where I'm falling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So please don't catch me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;See this heart won't settle down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like a child running scared from a clown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm terrified of what you'll do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My stomach screams just when I look at you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now fly away so I can breath&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even though your far from suffocating me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Demi Lovato Catch Me lyrics found on http://www.directlyrics.com.com/demi-lovato-catch-me-lyrics.html&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I cant get my hopes to high&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuz every hello ends with a goodbye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But you're so hypnotizing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You've got me laughing while I sing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You've got me smiling in my sleep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I can see this unraveling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your love is where I'm falling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So please don't catch me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now you see why I'm scared&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't open up my heart without a care&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So here I go, it's what I feel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And for the first time in my life I know it's real&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're so hypnotizing&lt;br /&gt;You've got me laughing while I sing&lt;br /&gt;You've get me smiling in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;And I can see this unraveling&lt;br /&gt;Your love is where I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;So please don't catch me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is love please don't break me&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving up so just catch me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830592649507343561-8741964878875974896?l=izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com/feeds/8741964878875974896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com/2009/12/catch-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830592649507343561/posts/default/8741964878875974896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830592649507343561/posts/default/8741964878875974896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com/2009/12/catch-me.html' title='Catch me'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/SdehNn_3BxI/AAAAAAAAANg/oLn_9ufeyf8/S220/meal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830592649507343561.post-9123121172996944894</id><published>2009-12-10T21:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:10:59.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Move On - Jet &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've been thinking about the future&lt;br /&gt;I'm too young to pretend&lt;br /&gt;It's such a waste to always look behind you&lt;br /&gt;Should be lookin' straight ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm gonna have to move on&lt;br /&gt;Before we meet again&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's hard&lt;br /&gt;If you had've only seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.34: Flinders Street Station&lt;br /&gt;I'm lookin' down the tracks&lt;br /&gt;Uniformed man askin' am I paid up&lt;br /&gt;Why would I wanna be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, gonna have to move on&lt;br /&gt;Before we meet again&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's hard&lt;br /&gt;If you had have only seen&lt;br /&gt;Take control&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;You think about if your gonna get yourself together&lt;br /&gt;You should be happy just to be alive&lt;br /&gt;And just because you just don't feel like comin' home&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean that you'll never arrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm gonna have to move on&lt;br /&gt;Before we meet again&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's hard&lt;br /&gt;If you had have only seen&lt;br /&gt;Take control&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830592649507343561-9123121172996944894?l=izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com/feeds/9123121172996944894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com/2009/12/move-on-jet-well-ive-been-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830592649507343561/posts/default/9123121172996944894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830592649507343561/posts/default/9123121172996944894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com/2009/12/move-on-jet-well-ive-been-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/SdehNn_3BxI/AAAAAAAAANg/oLn_9ufeyf8/S220/meal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830592649507343561.post-7608012351971660247</id><published>2009-11-21T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T18:32:02.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhos são a janela da alma (dos outros)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/SwihjBBX2UI/AAAAAAAAAc8/fvYccm52Jpc/s1600/82781749.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/SwihjBBX2UI/AAAAAAAAAc8/fvYccm52Jpc/s320/82781749.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Essa semana eu fui chamada (por pessoas diferentes) de duas coisas que me intrigaram bastante. Um disse que "odeia quando eu me sinto superior aos outros", o que me despertou certa ira, mas aceitei, ponderando que talvez ele esteja certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A outra foi quando um "rebound guy" que até ontem estava interessado, alegou que não queria mais me ver porque eu era muito "dramática".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/SwiiVN4b9eI/AAAAAAAAAdE/-VuKcmWl_JU/s1600/89542529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/SwiiVN4b9eI/AAAAAAAAAdE/-VuKcmWl_JU/s320/89542529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Esperamos ansiosamente pelo próximo defeito a ser colocado em questão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vou dormir pensando nisso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Damn, you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830592649507343561-7608012351971660247?l=izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com/feeds/7608012351971660247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com/2009/11/olhos-sao-janela-da-alma-dos-outros.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830592649507343561/posts/default/7608012351971660247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830592649507343561/posts/default/7608012351971660247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com/2009/11/olhos-sao-janela-da-alma-dos-outros.html' title='Olhos são a janela da alma (dos outros)'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/SdehNn_3BxI/AAAAAAAAANg/oLn_9ufeyf8/S220/meal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/SwihjBBX2UI/AAAAAAAAAc8/fvYccm52Jpc/s72-c/82781749.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830592649507343561.post-977574249229217772</id><published>2009-10-31T19:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:47:50.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which reminds me...</title><content type='html'>Sinto saudade e não nego. Nunca vou negar.&lt;br /&gt;Posso não gostar tanto, posso ter outros "crushes", posso pegar raiva da forma que tudo acabou. Mas sinto saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim a saudade nunca foi um sentimento que depende de outros pra ser. Independente da dor, das decepções, do que ficou e do que vai ficar - porque isso eu já venho prevendo há tempos- e pelo que não deveria ter sido. Nada disso aumenta ou diminui minha saudade. Ela tem vontade própria e aparece em madrugadas como essa pra puxar meu pé e me dá uma rasteira daquelas. E eu, de boba que sou acabo caindo. Já tou velha e escolada pra isso? É, estou.&lt;br /&gt;A saudade é literalmente o que é, "quando um momento tenta fugir da lembrança pra acontecer de novo mas não consegue", como disse Adriana Falcão em "Mania de explicação", o livro mais fofo do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;A certeza de que não amo, mas ainda sinto saudade me permite escrever livremente sobre isso. Não há mais tristeza, melancolia, vontade de voltar no tempo pra fazer dar certo.&lt;br /&gt;O que existe é a &lt;b&gt;saudade&lt;/b&gt;, que embora não seja constante, &lt;b&gt;me aparece em madrugadas como a de hoje.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830592649507343561-977574249229217772?l=izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com/feeds/977574249229217772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com/2009/10/which-reminds-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830592649507343561/posts/default/977574249229217772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830592649507343561/posts/default/977574249229217772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com/2009/10/which-reminds-me.html' title='Which reminds me...'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/SdehNn_3BxI/AAAAAAAAANg/oLn_9ufeyf8/S220/meal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830592649507343561.post-5611215013919863197</id><published>2009-10-18T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:47:11.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da minha dificuldade em ouvir "não"</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CWinXP%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0cm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;	mso-header-margin:36.0pt;	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Muita gente fala que meu problema é ouvir o “não”. E eu concordo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Apesar de simpática, interessante e carismática, sempre fui uma criança manipuladora, daquelas que usa todos os artifícios positivos para conseguir o que querem. No meu caso eu ainda contei com o fator “flexibilidade paternal extrema” que nada mais era que um amor em demasia, imensurável, que acabou por me prejudicar no futuro. Aquela parte em que a vida te dá os limites e a própria vida te diz um sonoro “não”. (Que você nunca foi acostumada a ouvir).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Na minha casa eu e meu irmão sempre tivemos regalias exageradas, tipo carrinhos de supermercado exclusivos que abastecíamos com as mais diversas guloseimas sempre que uma visita ao supermercado era feita (era a tal época da "inflação" e fazer compras "para o mês" era mais que normal). Tínhamos sete e 11 anos, respectivamente. Não posso negar que era bom ter essa autonomia para comprar o que quiséssemos sem a reprovação de um adulto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Interessante foi também o período que meu pai passou a ocupar um cargo alto na empresa que ele trabalhava e isso fez com que ele passasse a chegar em casa tarde da noite. Para compensar essa “ausência” a alternativa encontrada foi equipar sacolas e mais sacolas com chocolates e –literalmente- despejar tudo em cima de nós. Chegava a ser engraçada a cena. Aquela chuva de afeto em cima de duas crianças felizes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas aí a gente cresce&lt;/b&gt; e descobre que a vida adulta nos reserva diversos “nãos” e eles vêm no quesito amizade, trabalho, paixões... e é aí que o mundo das pessoas como eu literalmente cai. E dá-lhe noites de choro, reflexões sem nexo, colo de mãe, pai, irmão e sessões de terapia pra tentar entender o porquê daquilo estar acontecendo com a gente. &lt;i&gt;"Logo comigo"&lt;/i&gt;, sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Passei por uma decepção recentemente – e decepcionei também, confesso – e depois de um sofrido mês de incompreensão e tentativas de entender o motivo das coisas terem rumado de tal forma, só me resta conformar com o que a famigerada vida me reservou, e esperar a recompensa por ter amargado sentimentos tão ruins num coração que eu juro ser dos mais nobres. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu preciso socar na minha cabeça que as pessoas pensam diferente e nem sempre o que eu quero tem de ser feito à pronta-entrega. &lt;b&gt;E é isso que eu aprendi em 2009&lt;/b&gt;, um ano que foi maravilhoso em milhares de quesitos, inclusive quando não foi tão maravilhoso assim. Esse capítulo em que eu tive que deixar morrer de morte matada uma pessoa de fato especial. E que vai continuar sendo, assim que eu conseguir colocar meus sentimentos no devido lugar e descobrir que &lt;b&gt;retaliação não se assemelha a amor em nenhum lugar do mundo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como eu digo pra mim mesma: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“você não sabe o que é amor, menina”.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830592649507343561-5611215013919863197?l=izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com/feeds/5611215013919863197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com/2009/10/da-minha-dificuldade-em-ouvir-nao.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830592649507343561/posts/default/5611215013919863197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830592649507343561/posts/default/5611215013919863197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izabella-figueiredo.blogspot.com/2009/10/da-minha-dificuldade-em-ouvir-nao.html' title='Da minha dificuldade em ouvir &quot;não&quot;'/><author><name>Bella</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbN_s1xEnX8/SdehNn_3BxI/AAAAAAAAANg/oLn_9ufeyf8/S220/meal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
