<?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-709139704816080161</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:22:57.523-08:00</updated><category term='Wish list'/><category term='mulhers'/><category term='Desafios'/><category term='Habitos'/><category term='TPM'/><category term='Fuck-it-List'/><category term='cute shoes'/><category term='Pensamentos'/><category term='Luzinhas azuis'/><category term='Friendzys'/><category term='Musicas'/><category term='Pozinhos de Amor'/><category term='Artistas'/><category term='Curiosidades'/><category term='Maes'/><category term='Tres Kikinhos'/><category term='Sweet Memories'/><category term='Joaninhas'/><category term='Christmas lights'/><category term='Concertos'/><category term='gostos'/><category term='Decoracao'/><category term='Sentimentos'/><category term='Particulas de alegria'/><category term='Gôndolas'/><category term='Pavilhao Atlantico'/><category term='Stamps'/><category term='experiencias'/><category term='My Soul Mate'/><category term='Dormir'/><title type='text'>Miss Coccinel</title><subtitle type='html'>A vida deve ser saboreada como se de um rebucado com um recheio inesquecivel se tratasse!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Coccinel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850044388385369236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfc3TdmyIeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cjd4q7SrVME/S220/ladybud+girl.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-709139704816080161.post-8004214999481979124</id><published>2009-05-06T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:04:43.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wish list'/><title type='text'>O meu pe quer te calcar Melissa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SgHBrXjzqHI/AAAAAAAAALk/uonJlVwCVi4/s1600-h/thb2_66f92de9ultragirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332756384586115186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SgHBrXjzqHI/AAAAAAAAALk/uonJlVwCVi4/s400/thb2_66f92de9ultragirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Melissa Ultragirl VI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SgG_-iuTYnI/AAAAAAAAALc/gPTtfUZuFSU/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332754514977186418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SgG_-iuTYnI/AAAAAAAAALc/gPTtfUZuFSU/s400/images1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SgG-f58jNiI/AAAAAAAAALU/3H5YZZq4oxE/s1600-h/NUMA+Melissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332752889123386914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SgG-f58jNiI/AAAAAAAAALU/3H5YZZq4oxE/s400/NUMA+Melissa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa NUMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SgG-cIxifvI/AAAAAAAAALM/l3iIbx-31RI/s1600-h/melissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332752824384257778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SgG-cIxifvI/AAAAAAAAALM/l3iIbx-31RI/s400/melissa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vivienne Westwood Anglomania+ Lady Dragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SgG-YtiBamI/AAAAAAAAALE/q_VqA1QX1xo/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332752765531810402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SgG-YtiBamI/AAAAAAAAALE/q_VqA1QX1xo/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vivienne Westwood Anglomania+ Ultragirl III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu quero uma de cada e em todas as cores de preferencia por favor! Sao tao giros os sapatos da Melissa! Estive a ver o site e simplesmente amei este calcado feito de plastico. Os modelos sao o maximo e as cores fantasticas. Parecem ser bastante confortaveis e practicos!&lt;a href="http://www.melissa.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estou mortinha para calcar umas:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/709139704816080161-8004214999481979124?l=misscoccinel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/feeds/8004214999481979124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=709139704816080161&amp;postID=8004214999481979124&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/8004214999481979124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/8004214999481979124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-meu-pe-quer-te-calcar-melissa.html' title='O meu pe quer te calcar Melissa...'/><author><name>Miss Coccinel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850044388385369236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfc3TdmyIeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cjd4q7SrVME/S220/ladybud+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SgHBrXjzqHI/AAAAAAAAALk/uonJlVwCVi4/s72-c/thb2_66f92de9ultragirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-709139704816080161.post-7091418026650085002</id><published>2009-05-05T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:33:48.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gostos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Memories'/><title type='text'>Entre por essa porta agora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SgB1sB2vXKI/AAAAAAAAAK0/oJDk2dUwPr8/s1600-h/janela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332391358079392930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SgB1sB2vXKI/AAAAAAAAAK0/oJDk2dUwPr8/s400/janela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entre por essa porta agora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E diga que me adora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Você tem meia hora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P'ra mudar a minha vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vem vambora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que o que você demora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É o que o tempo leva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ainda tem o seu perfume pela casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ainda tem você na sala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porque meu coração dispara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando tem o seu cheiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dentro de um livro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dentro da noite veloz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ainda tem o seu perfume pela casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ainda tem você na sala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porque meu coração dispara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando tem o seu cheiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dentro de um livro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na cinza das horas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta musica da Adriana Calcanhotto e linda linda. Remembering when we first met 7 years ago;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/709139704816080161-7091418026650085002?l=misscoccinel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/feeds/7091418026650085002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=709139704816080161&amp;postID=7091418026650085002&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/7091418026650085002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/7091418026650085002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/2009/05/entre-por-essa-porta-agora.html' title='Entre por essa porta agora'/><author><name>Miss Coccinel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850044388385369236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfc3TdmyIeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cjd4q7SrVME/S220/ladybud+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SgB1sB2vXKI/AAAAAAAAAK0/oJDk2dUwPr8/s72-c/janela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-709139704816080161.post-5196290686890661804</id><published>2009-05-05T06:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T07:50:01.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desafios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiencias'/><title type='text'>Desafio: Numa Ilha Deserta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SgA9a2KO1lI/AAAAAAAAAKs/s4jlwWYZT60/s1600-h/ILHA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332329490230990418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SgA9a2KO1lI/AAAAAAAAAKs/s4jlwWYZT60/s400/ILHA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fui desafiada pela minha querida &lt;a href="http://aminhavidadavaumpostit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nessi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! O desafio consiste em teres que responder as seguintes perguntas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se tivesses que ir para uma ilha deserta no meio do nada e tivesse que viver la:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Quem levarias contigo? (só pode ser uma pessoa, justifica porquê);&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu levaria o minha metade da laranja. Nao podia estar mais bem protegida do que com ele. Ele tem sentido de orientacao, o que nos ajudaria bastante; e muito practico nas coisas e nao gosta de complicar; adora cozinhar, mesmo que na ilha nao houvesse grande escolha para comer, tenho a certeza que ele nos faria sempre pratos &lt;em&gt;Gourmet;&lt;/em&gt; mantinha-me quente sem duvida alguma; faria-me rir o tempo todo. Sem duvida alguma que o escolheria para vir comigo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Que 6 peças de roupa levarias e porquê;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se pudesse levava comigo a "mantinha do helder", pois ela me traz boas recordadcoes (o que me ajudaria a ultrapassar os momentos mais dificeis); um bikini bem pequenininho, para o C* passar a vida a olhar para mim; uns calcoes de linho, porque sao practicos e faceis de secar; uma tanginha com um estampado tigresse..lol..para as noites mas calientes; umas havaianas,pois sao super confortaveis e sao boas para matar insectos; uma sweat-shirt, para os dias de mais frio e vento;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Que 6 objectos levarias (excluindo telemóvel,isqueiro,portátil,caneta);&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem duvida que levaria uma lanterna, para ter luz a noite; uma gillette, porque dava jeito tanto para mim como para o C*, pois eu nao aguentaria viver com tanto pelo em mim, nem ver o C* com barba e bigode; uma panela, para fazer os nossos cozinhados; uma faca bem afiada, para arranjar o peixe e ir a caca; um kit primeiros socorros, porque a vida na selva nao deve ser nada calma; uma bussola, nao que eu saiba usa-la mas tenho a certeza que o C* sabe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Que livro(só um) levarias;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Levaria um livro de receitas "Everyday cooking on a desert Island"...lol e assim ja que nao comia com a boca comia certas comidas com os olhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Que fariam para pedir ajuda;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fariamos uma enorme fogueira e escreveria-mos SOS na areia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Que fariam para comer;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iamos para selva a procura de fruta como bananas, cocos, o que por la houvesse e fosse comestivel; e pasavamos as tardes a pescar;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Justificar como encarariam uma experiência deste calibre&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta experiencia para mim seria mais um episodio da serie Lost, so que sem os misterios a volta e sem o Jack...lol...Acredito que nao seria nada facil e que chegaria um ponto que entrava em desespero por nao conseguir voltar a casa. Tentava recriar la a Lagoa Azul III.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acredito que saberia bem afastar-me de toda a poluicao, de toda a confusao da cidade, do transito e estar em paz num lugar paradisiaco com o meu mais que tudo, mas tenho a certeza que iria quer voltar a casa o quanto antes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E tu como encararias viver numa Ilha Deserta???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.semtacho.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Poupinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://aminhavidadavaumpostit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nessi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://amorumlugarestranho.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Miss Kitty Fane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://manitasdelplata.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Manitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://laidita.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Laidita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alasciva.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Menina Lasciva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/709139704816080161-5196290686890661804?l=misscoccinel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/feeds/5196290686890661804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=709139704816080161&amp;postID=5196290686890661804&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/5196290686890661804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/5196290686890661804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/2009/05/desafio-numa-ilha-deserta.html' title='Desafio: Numa Ilha Deserta'/><author><name>Miss Coccinel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850044388385369236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfc3TdmyIeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cjd4q7SrVME/S220/ladybud+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SgA9a2KO1lI/AAAAAAAAAKs/s4jlwWYZT60/s72-c/ILHA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-709139704816080161.post-7847205224743144062</id><published>2009-05-04T15:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:32:03.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Particulas de alegria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Soul Mate'/><title type='text'>So happy for YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sf9mnCUC99I/AAAAAAAAAKk/swQd0XWoOaw/s1600-h/gwenth+paltro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332093304651839442" style="WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sf9mnCUC99I/AAAAAAAAAKk/swQd0XWoOaw/s400/gwenth+paltro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Gwyeth Paltrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi com esta carinha que fiquei apos ter recebido uma mesagem da minha preciosa &lt;em&gt;soul mate&lt;/em&gt;! Fiquei tao FELIZ e surpresa ao mesmo tempo com a informacao que continha na mensagem! Em apenas duas frases bem curtas apercebi-me o quao &lt;strong&gt;ELA ESTA FELIZ&lt;/strong&gt;. E tao bom quando as pessoas de quem gostamos nos fazem surpresas completamente inesperadas. E e tao bom saber que as pessoas de quem mais gostamos sao invadidas por particulas de alegria. Desta vez a alegria* apareceu-te a porta e deixo-te de boca aberta:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apenas te quero dizer: &lt;strong&gt;I'm sooooo happy for you! E espero que tudo de certo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S: esta radiante imagem da Gwyneth foi retirada de um dos meus blogs preferidos e foi aqui usada justamente pelo significado que a autora do blog lhe atribuiu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/709139704816080161-7847205224743144062?l=misscoccinel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/feeds/7847205224743144062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=709139704816080161&amp;postID=7847205224743144062&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/7847205224743144062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/7847205224743144062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-happy-for-you.html' title='So happy for YOU'/><author><name>Miss Coccinel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850044388385369236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfc3TdmyIeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cjd4q7SrVME/S220/ladybud+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sf9mnCUC99I/AAAAAAAAAKk/swQd0XWoOaw/s72-c/gwenth+paltro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-709139704816080161.post-3074574275328908173</id><published>2009-04-30T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:50:27.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concertos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artistas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pavilhao Atlantico'/><title type='text'>Rock and Fado Fusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfn_EUTimpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-gBuDJcWRiE/s1600-h/mariza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330572083604920978" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfn_EUTimpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-gBuDJcWRiE/s400/mariza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfn-nYDRpXI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8VyHwFKGhtA/s1600-h/lenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330571586394236274" style="WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfn-nYDRpXI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8VyHwFKGhtA/s400/lenny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A nossa Mariza esta em alta, sim senhor! Parabens! Um dueto com o maravilhoso Lenny Kravitz... apartir deste acontecimento a versao do "american woman" vai passar a "portuguese woman".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto muito da voz da Mariza, ja a vi em palco e amei o concerto. Ela tem uma presenca em palco e faz-nos vibrar com as musicas e bem disposicao dela. Ja o Lenny, infelizmente, nao posso dizer que o vi ao vivo, mas gosto muito das musicas dele, sao profundas e as letras dele sao qualquer coisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho muita pena de nao estar no Pavilhao Atlantico na proxima terca feira, mas nao perco o resultado no jornal da noite ou no JN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/709139704816080161-3074574275328908173?l=misscoccinel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/feeds/3074574275328908173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=709139704816080161&amp;postID=3074574275328908173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/3074574275328908173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/3074574275328908173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/2009/04/rock-and-fado-fusion.html' title='Rock and Fado Fusion'/><author><name>Miss Coccinel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850044388385369236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfc3TdmyIeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cjd4q7SrVME/S220/ladybud+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfn_EUTimpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-gBuDJcWRiE/s72-c/mariza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-709139704816080161.post-5441552218637146043</id><published>2009-04-29T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:37:55.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuck-it-List'/><title type='text'>The-Fuck-it-List</title><content type='html'>Ao ler um dos meus blogs preferidos deparei-me com a&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feministe.us/blog/archives/2009/03/16/the-fuck-it-list/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck-it-List&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Passamos a vida a enumerar todas as coisas que queremos fazer na nossa vida antes de morrer. Ora esta list enumera precisamente todas aquelas coisas que nos achamos que nao tem a minima importancia realizarmos ou nao antes de morrer. Simplesmente nao fazemos questao de fazer estas coisas em nemhum momento das nossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta e a minha &lt;em&gt;fuck-it-List&lt;/em&gt; do momento, sim porque a qualquer altura posso me lembrar de outras coisas que nao tenho vontade de fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pintar o meu cabelo de loiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fazer paraquedismo ou bungee-jumping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-snifar ou injectar ou comer drogas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-saber mudar os penus do meu carro sem ajuda de ninguem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ter um gato como animal de estimacao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fazer uma lipoaspiracao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-por silicone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-deixar de comer doces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-aprender a falar chines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-aprender a matar uma galinha para fazer um pica-no-chao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on your Fuck-it-List??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.semtacho.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poupinhas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aminhavidadavaumpostit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nessa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://manitasdelplata.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manitas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://boidapascoa.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DuDu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://laidita.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laidita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/709139704816080161-5441552218637146043?l=misscoccinel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/feeds/5441552218637146043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=709139704816080161&amp;postID=5441552218637146043&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/5441552218637146043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/5441552218637146043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/2009/04/fuck-it-list.html' title='The-Fuck-it-List'/><author><name>Miss Coccinel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850044388385369236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfc3TdmyIeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cjd4q7SrVME/S220/ladybud+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-709139704816080161.post-7637991301081341776</id><published>2009-04-29T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T12:55:30.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joaninhas'/><title type='text'>Curiosidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SfiFLJbz-wI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbMbJJy06jk/s1600-h/Lady+Bug+HDR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330156585550609154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SfiFLJbz-wI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbMbJJy06jk/s400/Lady+Bug+HDR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SfiD5Rj_bWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8iZJQKDRM1I/s1600-h/2057692-4-pink-gerbera-with-yellow-ladybug.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nao e a toa que o meu blog se chama Coccinel, pois eu adoro Joaninhas. Coccinellidae e o termo tecnico que se da a familia das Joaninhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho um carinho muito grande por estas "Ladybirds", sao verdadeiras senhoritas sempre bem vestidas de vermelho, amarelo e por vezes ate verde, sempre conjugado com o eterno perto, elas deslizam lentamente sempre cheias de etiqueta e encontram-se sempre nos lugares mais in, como posadas nas flores mais coloridas dos jardins, nas plantas mais verdinhas do campo e muitas vezes ate pousam nas nossas maos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Existem muitas supersticoes em relacao as Joaninhas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por exemplo todos nos conhecemos aquela de que quando uma joaninha pousa em cima das nossas maos devemos pedir um desejo e se ela voar depois de pedirmos o desejo, esse tornar-se-a verdade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na Italia, dizem que se uma joaninha voar para dentro do teu quarto e sinal de muita sorte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na Europa Central, se uma Joaninha estiver a passear na mao de uma rapariga solteira, isto significa que ela se casara em menos de um ano...esta ainda nao me aconteceu:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na Turquia, as Joaninhas sao consideradas como bichinhos da sorte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na Russia, por exemplo existe uma rima infantil que dita "fly to the sky and bring back bread"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu acredito que estas senhoritas de pintinhas pretas nos tragam sorte, pelo menos eu gosto de acreditar que sim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/709139704816080161-7637991301081341776?l=misscoccinel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/feeds/7637991301081341776/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=709139704816080161&amp;postID=7637991301081341776&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/7637991301081341776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/7637991301081341776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/2009/04/curiosidades.html' title='Curiosidades'/><author><name>Miss Coccinel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850044388385369236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfc3TdmyIeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cjd4q7SrVME/S220/ladybud+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SfiFLJbz-wI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sbMbJJy06jk/s72-c/Lady+Bug+HDR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-709139704816080161.post-3299239410513807920</id><published>2009-04-29T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:39:06.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stamps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desafios'/><title type='text'>My 1st Stamp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfhf_4wzUdI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1aSvqrvu2MU/s1600-h/the+stamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330115710166454738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfhf_4wzUdI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1aSvqrvu2MU/s400/the+stamp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://semtacho.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Poupinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Como um peixinho tropical na agua: energetica, colorida, observadora, companheira e sonhadora" o blog da Poupinhas, o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://semtacho.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sem Tacho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; foi um dos primeiros blogs que comecei a ler assiduamente e viciei-me desde o primeiro post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As regras são:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Escrever uma frase, citar um título ou contar uma historinha sobre os seguintes seis assuntos: vida, cinema, literatura, viagem, amor e sexo;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Indicar seis blogues que realmente consideres femininos e inteligentes;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Linkar o blogue que te indicou;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Postar as regras para que outros as repassem;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Inserir o selinho recebido da "Poupinhas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So temos uma. Devemos venera-la e estima-la, pois infelizmente nao temos direito a sete vidas como os gatos. Cada segundo, cada minuto, cada hora, cada dia, cada ano nos traz algo de novo a nossa vida. E feita por montanhas e vales, cabe nos a nos ter a forca e coragem para subir a essas montanhas e cabe nos a nos termos o cuidado para nao cair e permanecer dentro desses vales.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cinema&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os nossos desejos, as nossas loucuras, os nossos medos, as nossas preocupacoes, as nossas fantasias, as nossas tristezas, as nossas alegrias, a vida que aspiramos um dia ter, os nossos dilemas pessoais muitas vezes projectados numa tela gigante de alta definicao ou num simples televisor no meio da nossa sala.&lt;/div&gt;Cinema para mim e como uma viajem a mundos, cidades,pensamentos, personalidades diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Literatura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Essencial ao ser humano para evoluir intelectualmente. Permite nos enriquecer o nosso vocabulario, exercita a nossa imaginacao e leva-nos para mundos reais e surreais, sem sairmos do sitio, apenas com o folhear das paginas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viagem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O exilio da rotina e das responsabilidades. O descobrimento de novos sabores, culturas, racas, linguas, pessoas, formas de viver, novas mentalidades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As viagens criam sede de mais viagens, pelo bem que nos fazem a alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um sentimento estranho que nos surpreende. Provoca em nos estados de euforia, loucura, paixao, tristeza, conforto, companhia. Sentimento procurado e desejado por todos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saber amar e deixar que nos amem e um dom que possuimos, mas que nem todos o sabem fazer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sexo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ardente e apaixonante. Essencial para duas pessoas que se amem. Quando feito com amor e com paixao torna-se extremamente viciante. Elevador da nossa auto-estima. Depois de conhecer nao da para passar sem ele;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blogs eleitos mais femininos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://aminhavidadavaumpostit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nessa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://amorumlugarestranho.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Kitty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://daterrajoias.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da terra joias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.salesinfashion.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Sales&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sushileblon2.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SushiLeblon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://buttaflyflies.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buttafly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nomeumundomagico.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/709139704816080161-3299239410513807920?l=misscoccinel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/feeds/3299239410513807920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=709139704816080161&amp;postID=3299239410513807920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/3299239410513807920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/3299239410513807920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-1st-stamp.html' title='My 1st Stamp'/><author><name>Miss Coccinel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850044388385369236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfc3TdmyIeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cjd4q7SrVME/S220/ladybud+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfhf_4wzUdI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1aSvqrvu2MU/s72-c/the+stamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-709139704816080161.post-3681608034806525292</id><published>2009-04-29T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T04:04:12.654-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Habitos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dormir'/><title type='text'>Dormir demais canca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SfgxL35WafI/AAAAAAAAAJc/x2O2wVyXPwY/s1600-h/425038-6-briar-rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330064239045798386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SfgxL35WafI/AAAAAAAAAJc/x2O2wVyXPwY/s320/425038-6-briar-rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta noite dormi precisamente 10 horas seguidas! xiiuuuu. Eu tenho os horarios todos trocados. Comeco a trabalhar a 13h00 da tarde e saio do escritorio as 22h00, no entanto como a empresa onde trabalho opera apenas com os EUA este horario corresponde das 8:00AM as 5:00PM de la. Ou seja, quando saio do trabalho e ja todo mundo tem jantado, ido ao ginasio, tomado banho, etc etc eu faco tudo o que tenho a fazer como se ainda fossem 5 da tarde.. Este horario da me volta a cabeca de vez em quando,pois nao consigo ter uma vida muito normal duranate a semana. Mas o que me irrita mesmo e quando durmo ate tarde na manha seguinte, pois assim apenas acordo, tomo banho, tomo o pequeno almoco e vou para o escritorio e so saio a noite. Ou seja hoje dormi 10 horas, acordei as 11 e entro a 13h00, concluindo um dia completamente perdido para mim, apenas dormi e o pior e que me sinto cansada. Adoro dormir, mas dormir para ficar cansada nao me agrada nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como diz a minha soul mate "perde-se demasiado tempo a dormir em vez de aproveitarmos a vida"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/709139704816080161-3681608034806525292?l=misscoccinel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/feeds/3681608034806525292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=709139704816080161&amp;postID=3681608034806525292&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/3681608034806525292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/3681608034806525292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/2009/04/dormir-demais-canca.html' title='Dormir demais canca'/><author><name>Miss Coccinel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850044388385369236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfc3TdmyIeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cjd4q7SrVME/S220/ladybud+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SfgxL35WafI/AAAAAAAAAJc/x2O2wVyXPwY/s72-c/425038-6-briar-rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-709139704816080161.post-8256949071704906439</id><published>2009-04-28T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:21:53.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maes'/><title type='text'>And the Oscar for most hard working mom (besides my Mom) goes to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SfeAbrFfw_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/nhpl3Vax5T4/s1600-h/ma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329869896926872562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SfeAbrFfw_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/nhpl3Vax5T4/s400/ma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Madonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Foi considerada pela revista Forbes a mae mais trabalhadora de Hollywood! Mae de 3 filhos conseguiu lucrar 84,7 milhões de euros com a sua digressão e vendeu quase um milhão de álbuns nos Estados Unidos. Ja a Angelina Jolie ficou em sexto lugar com os seus seis filhos, lucrando quase 11 milhões de euros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou a ver que aqui nao e o numero de filhos que se tem mas sim o lucro anual que se que consegue para se ser considerada uma mae trabalhadora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As nossas mae e que mereciam estar na lista da Forbes, elas sim merecem o merito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, the Oscar goes to... My Mommy:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/709139704816080161-8256949071704906439?l=misscoccinel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/feeds/8256949071704906439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=709139704816080161&amp;postID=8256949071704906439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/8256949071704906439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/8256949071704906439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-oscar-for-most-hard-working-mom.html' title='And the Oscar for most hard working mom (besides my Mom) goes to...'/><author><name>Miss Coccinel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850044388385369236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfc3TdmyIeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cjd4q7SrVME/S220/ladybud+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SfeAbrFfw_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/nhpl3Vax5T4/s72-c/ma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-709139704816080161.post-270573224954960808</id><published>2009-04-27T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:45:00.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TPM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mulhers'/><title type='text'>Hoje sinto-me assim..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SfXtNVQqClI/AAAAAAAAAHc/t-AioW1bYT0/s1600-h/tpm.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329426547363940946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SfXtNVQqClI/AAAAAAAAAHc/t-AioW1bYT0/s400/tpm.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Porque e que as mulheres tem que passar por estes sintomas todos os meses??Os sintomas bem que podiam ser positivos e nos deixarem bem dispostas e menos inchadas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/709139704816080161-270573224954960808?l=misscoccinel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/270573224954960808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/270573224954960808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoje-sinto-me-assim.html' title='Hoje sinto-me assim..'/><author><name>Miss Coccinel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850044388385369236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfc3TdmyIeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cjd4q7SrVME/S220/ladybud+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SfXtNVQqClI/AAAAAAAAAHc/t-AioW1bYT0/s72-c/tpm.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-709139704816080161.post-6655897595802215931</id><published>2009-03-17T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:00:50.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decoracao'/><title type='text'>Inspiracao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sb_Gpp8GkhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yyk-Oy0iOlI/s1600-h/room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314184504255353362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sb_Gpp8GkhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yyk-Oy0iOlI/s320/room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimamente tenho andado atarefada com a decoracao da minha casa nova. Tenho imenso que tratar na companhia da minha mae. Mas com tanta ideia misturada nas nossas cabecas, chegamos a uma altura em que nos perdemos com tanta possibilidade de escolha. Uma coisa e certa, finalmente estou a chegar a conclusoes de como quero decorar o meu quarto. Desde miuda que sempre adorei o estilo romantico e sonhava em ter um quarto como o da imagem em cima, pois consegue transmitir um lado feminino, fresco e confortavel ao mesmo tempo. Eu pretendo que o meu quarto seja assim um espaco cheio de luz, em que se respire paz. Vai ser romantico mas ao mesmo tempo adaptado ao moderno. Desejem-me sorte na escolha da mobilia e acessorios de decoracao. Um dia publicarei aqui o resultado de "ma chambre".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/709139704816080161-6655897595802215931?l=misscoccinel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/6655897595802215931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/6655897595802215931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/2009/03/inspiracao.html' title='Inspiracao'/><author><name>Miss Coccinel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850044388385369236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfc3TdmyIeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cjd4q7SrVME/S220/ladybud+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sb_Gpp8GkhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yyk-Oy0iOlI/s72-c/room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-709139704816080161.post-7442808434545116014</id><published>2008-12-11T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:24:06.429-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><title type='text'>Confusao sentimental</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SUE7WBhIKiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jUaF81pbEj8/s1600-h/confusao+sentimental.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278565487805475362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SUE7WBhIKiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jUaF81pbEj8/s400/confusao+sentimental.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As vezes dou por mim assim: deitada na cama com as maos a cabeca. A razao?? Sim os sentimentos. Os meus neste momento estao tao enrodilhados que nem um ferro a vapor topo de gama os pode alisar. Pergunto-me eu frenquentemente "porque e que um dia tudo nos parece que corre como queremos e no final desse mesmo dia ou no dia seguinte, tudo ja nos parece que esta diferente?". Sentimos que algo nao esta bem. Tenho vindo a aprender que cada dia e um dia, que nos pode reservar alegrias, tristezas, magoa, nervos a flor da pele, reflexoes, surpresas,etc.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho dado por mim bem disposta ultimamente, a sorrir para a vida e a deixar que ela sorria para mim....mas uma simples mensagem ou um simples telefonema pode-nos fazer aperceber de que afinal nao estamos assim tao felizes se nao estamos com a pessoa que queremos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow your heart.....it will take you to the right choice:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SUE6uH2GrnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cJpXcETHUEE/s1600-h/Alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/709139704816080161-7442808434545116014?l=misscoccinel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/7442808434545116014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/7442808434545116014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/2008/12/confusao-sentimental.html' title='Confusao sentimental'/><author><name>Miss Coccinel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850044388385369236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfc3TdmyIeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cjd4q7SrVME/S220/ladybud+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/SUE7WBhIKiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jUaF81pbEj8/s72-c/confusao+sentimental.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-709139704816080161.post-1103827936701198646</id><published>2008-12-09T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:00:02.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tres Kikinhos'/><title type='text'>Tia China is having withdrawals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/ST_qH4yBv6I/AAAAAAAAADY/ClVrIjoMPCs/s1600-h/Christmas+card+Kikinhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Kikinhos soooooo much that I'm starting to have withdrawals (abstinence syndrome).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem a minha cunhada telefonou-me e ficamos horas ao telefone a falar de tudo e mais alguma coisa, coisas boas e mas tambem. Depois de desligar o telefone recebi um mail dela com este postal de natal com os meus kikinhos. Estao tao lindos, tao inteligentes, tao engracadinhos...e eu so posso acompanhar isso por fotografias e pelo telefone. E nestas altura que eu digo que a vida e tao triste. Os kikinhos falam comigo como se estivesse comigo todos os dias, mas infelizmente a realidade nao e essa. A noite falei com cada um deles e o Xavier de repente perguntou-me:"Tia China are you coming to se me for Christmas?". Fiquei com o coracao a partir-se aos pedacinhos por lhe ter que dizer que adorava mas que neste momento nao podia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pai natal, para o natal gostaria ver os meus kikinhos. Pode ser??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/709139704816080161-1103827936701198646?l=misscoccinel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/feeds/1103827936701198646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=709139704816080161&amp;postID=1103827936701198646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/1103827936701198646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/1103827936701198646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/2008/12/tia-china-is-having-withdrawals.html' title='Tia China is having withdrawals'/><author><name>Miss Coccinel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850044388385369236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfc3TdmyIeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cjd4q7SrVME/S220/ladybud+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-709139704816080161.post-1510832448475783619</id><published>2008-12-08T15:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T09:59:18.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas lights'/><title type='text'>Missing New York for Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje fiquei nostalgica!Estatmos a entrar na epoca natalicia e lembrei-me o quanto tenho saudades de New York. Adoro a cidade em si, mas no natal torna-se magica e deslumbrante..esta toda iluminada, ouvem-se christmas carols nas ruas enquanto se passea, as montras encontar-se decoradas a rigor, o pai natal esta sentado nos centros comerciais a espera de uma fila de criancas prontas para se sentarem no seu colo e fazerem os seus pedidos de natal, o cheirinho a canel e gingibre paira no ar, andar de patins em gelo no Rockerfeler Center por baixo da maior arvore de natal da cidade iluminada a rigor....tenho saudades dos natais que passei la, em que sintia os floquinhos de neve me cairem no rosto enquanto patinava e sonhava ser uma patinadora artistica. Christmas is in NY, you can truly feel the christmas spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/709139704816080161-1510832448475783619?l=misscoccinel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/feeds/1510832448475783619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=709139704816080161&amp;postID=1510832448475783619&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/1510832448475783619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/1510832448475783619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/2008/12/missing-my-city-for-christmas.html' title='Missing New York for Christmas'/><author><name>Miss Coccinel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850044388385369236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfc3TdmyIeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cjd4q7SrVME/S220/ladybud+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-709139704816080161.post-381097397550486596</id><published>2008-12-08T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:57:10.814-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gôndolas'/><title type='text'>Espera por mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/ST1mMNppGAI/AAAAAAAAACs/VgqxwJb3wEQ/s1600-h/veneza115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277486698356873218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/ST1mMNppGAI/AAAAAAAAACs/VgqxwJb3wEQ/s200/veneza115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/ST1kLaHU1VI/AAAAAAAAACk/7G4FIO3VF0M/s1600-h/veneza115.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/ST1j3oyD2JI/AAAAAAAAACc/omJ0wf3D_sY/s1600-h/veneza+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277484145839429778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/ST1j3oyD2JI/AAAAAAAAACc/omJ0wf3D_sY/s200/veneza+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/ST1ibtRuFCI/AAAAAAAAACM/6tcpTkSpItE/s1600-h/veneza+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277482566497997858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/ST1ibtRuFCI/AAAAAAAAACM/6tcpTkSpItE/s200/veneza+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/ST1ikbSjacI/AAAAAAAAACU/EjBG0HV1vDY/s1600-h/veneza+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/ST1iWUKTiUI/AAAAAAAAACE/waKH-C7HziU/s1600-h/veneza+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois de Paris, quero te conhecer! Estas presente nos meus sonhos e um dia vou chegar ate ti! Quando nao sei ainda! Mas uma coisa te digo, sempre sonhei ir ter contigo com alguem especial para poder sentir o que de tao magico tens! Dizem que tu despertas paixoes e ja muitos poetas cantaram a beleza do teu por do sol no Grande Canal. E sabido que o romantismo mora em ti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ate um dia e espera por mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/709139704816080161-381097397550486596?l=misscoccinel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/feeds/381097397550486596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=709139704816080161&amp;postID=381097397550486596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/381097397550486596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/381097397550486596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/2008/12/espera-por-mim.html' title='Espera por mim'/><author><name>Miss Coccinel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850044388385369236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfc3TdmyIeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cjd4q7SrVME/S220/ladybud+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/ST1mMNppGAI/AAAAAAAAACs/VgqxwJb3wEQ/s72-c/veneza115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-709139704816080161.post-1446187176604226709</id><published>2008-12-08T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:23:27.559-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pozinhos de Amor'/><title type='text'>The Magic Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/ST1gzLgS25I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ff7fp3FVsXk/s1600-h/music+box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277480770725927826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/ST1gzLgS25I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ff7fp3FVsXk/s200/music+box.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uma tia minha que vistitei em Paris ofereceu-me uma caixinha bem parecida com a que esta em cima. Olhei para a caixinha e pensei no que la dentro eu ia guardar..nada me veio a cabeca. No dia seguinte, ainda a desfrutar da cidade magica, decidi abri-la e guardar la a mistura de amores que pairavam pelo ar nesta cidade encantada. Fechei-a e disse para mim: "Um dia quando quiser sintir de novo este amor que recolhi dentro de ti..vou te abrir e espalhar uns pozinhos de amor em mim". Ja a abri e digo-vos que funcionou:). Temos que sonhar e acreditar que uma caixinha tao pequenina como esta pode guardar um sentimento tao grande!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/709139704816080161-1446187176604226709?l=misscoccinel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/feeds/1446187176604226709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=709139704816080161&amp;postID=1446187176604226709&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/1446187176604226709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/1446187176604226709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/2008/12/could-it-be-true.html' title='The Magic Box'/><author><name>Miss Coccinel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850044388385369236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfc3TdmyIeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cjd4q7SrVME/S220/ladybud+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/ST1gzLgS25I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ff7fp3FVsXk/s72-c/music+box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-709139704816080161.post-4183929127449091108</id><published>2008-12-08T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:23:51.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luzinhas azuis'/><title type='text'>We shall always have Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277457988226124226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/ST1MFEFECcI/AAAAAAAAABk/7PIz1J2Wzwc/s320/00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Partimos a tres rumo a cidade do amor, da luz e da alegria. Cada uma de nos precisava de um escape, fosse para fugir do excesso de trabalho, fosse para deixar para tras (por uns breves instantes) coisas que nos causam muita magoa, fosse para ir resolver assuntos que estava pendentes ja ha algum tempo, ou fosse simplesmente para ir buscar novas e revitalizantes energias. Cada uma de nos sabia bem do que ia ao encontro, mas juntas sem precisar de palavras nos apoiavamos e torciamos para que cada uma alcancasse o que procurava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Eu vim desta cidade magica como nova..cheia de esperancas e novos sonhos. A diversao foi muita, criamos momentos memorarveis e permaneceram imagens inesqueciveis...tudo gracas a Paris.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We'll shall always have Paris to go get something that we're looking for and that's waiting for us there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/709139704816080161-4183929127449091108?l=misscoccinel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/feeds/4183929127449091108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=709139704816080161&amp;postID=4183929127449091108&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/4183929127449091108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/4183929127449091108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-shall-always-have-paris-partimos.html' title='We shall always have Paris'/><author><name>Miss Coccinel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850044388385369236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfc3TdmyIeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cjd4q7SrVME/S220/ladybud+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/ST1MFEFECcI/AAAAAAAAABk/7PIz1J2Wzwc/s72-c/00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-709139704816080161.post-7317881353546420785</id><published>2008-08-21T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:03:15.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendzys'/><title type='text'>Best Road Trip Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfc2tEEgVCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/L-9REW75-Lg/s1600-h/Girls+on+vacation+2008+468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329788831830922274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfc2tEEgVCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/L-9REW75-Lg/s400/Girls+on+vacation+2008+468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi sem duvida umas das melhores ferias que ja alguma vez passei. E sabem porque? Porque foi com voces. Nao podia ter sido melhor, mais aventureiro nem divertido do que foi. Fizemo-nos a estrada, com o popo da N*, atolado com os sacos e mais sacos da B* e com a minha super mala preta de viagem que so dentro dela cabiam as malas das tres. A comer bolinhos de bacalhau e croquetes pelo caminho..a nao aguentar o chichi..la partimos nos para a aventura. Deixamos tudo para tras..emprego, estudos e ate os cheries..apesar de irem sempre no nosso pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;Conhecemos cidades, praias deserta, deliciamo-nos com docinhos tipicos de cada lugar que paravamos...estavamos livres...eramos nos... a estrada levava-nos a qualquer destino ..e o mais precioso da viagem, foi sem duvida a vossa companhia, os vossos sorrisos e a nossa alegria. Estarei a espera do proximo verao, para ver onde o destino levara esta amizade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Obrigada mulheres do norte pela vossa companhia e amizade)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/709139704816080161-7317881353546420785?l=misscoccinel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/feeds/7317881353546420785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=709139704816080161&amp;postID=7317881353546420785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/7317881353546420785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/7317881353546420785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/2008/08/best-road-trip-ever-foi-sem-duvida-umas.html' title='Best Road Trip Ever'/><author><name>Miss Coccinel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850044388385369236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfc3TdmyIeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cjd4q7SrVME/S220/ladybud+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfc2tEEgVCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/L-9REW75-Lg/s72-c/Girls+on+vacation+2008+468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-709139704816080161.post-1197070203517110303</id><published>2008-08-21T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:25:11.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/liquidus.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All of these lines across my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tell you the story of who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So many stories of where I've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And how I got to where I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But these stories don't mean anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When you've got no one to tell them to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's true...I was made for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I climbed across the mountain tops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Swam all across the ocean blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But baby I broke them all for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Because even when I was flat broke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You made me feel like a million bucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You doI was made for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You see the smile that's on my mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's hiding the words that don't come out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;They don't know my head is a mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No, they don't know who I really am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And they don't know what I've been through like you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I was made for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All of these lines across my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tell you the story of who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So many stories of where I've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And how I got to where I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But these stories don't mean anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When you've got no one to tell them to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's true...I was made for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Brandi Carlile - The Story, esta letra resume tudo que sinto neste momento da minha vida)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/709139704816080161-1197070203517110303?l=misscoccinel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/feeds/1197070203517110303/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=709139704816080161&amp;postID=1197070203517110303&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/1197070203517110303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/1197070203517110303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-story.html' title='My Story'/><author><name>Miss Coccinel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850044388385369236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfc3TdmyIeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cjd4q7SrVME/S220/ladybud+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-709139704816080161.post-9205969336082083716</id><published>2008-08-20T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:24:45.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Vazio que vai dentro de mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sinto-me vazia. Faltas-me Tu. Afastei-te de mim,sem o querer. Agora, que nao estas comigo o vazio que vai dentro de mim atormenta-me. A culpa e minha,so minha. Tanto que quis,acabei por te afastar e fiz-te ir embora da minha vida. Agora, que nao estas...so me resta a culpa, a culpa que me come por dentro e nao te pode trazer de volta. Perdoa-me por nao conseguir ser a mulher que Tu tanto desejas-te que eu fosse...e que eu pensei que era e nao conseguir ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/709139704816080161-9205969336082083716?l=misscoccinel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/feeds/9205969336082083716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=709139704816080161&amp;postID=9205969336082083716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/9205969336082083716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/709139704816080161/posts/default/9205969336082083716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscoccinel.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-vazio-que-vai-dentro-de-mim.html' title='O Vazio que vai dentro de mim'/><author><name>Miss Coccinel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06850044388385369236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSQwyPx721k/Sfc3TdmyIeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cjd4q7SrVME/S220/ladybud+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
