<?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-5789857204309830711</id><updated>2012-02-03T10:30:27.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garota em Busca</title><subtitle type='html'>Uma pessoa diferente a cada dia, e isso nao eh necessariamente ruim...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>184</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-7582271701565293088</id><published>2012-02-02T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T16:54:01.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>And finally classes are back, I say finally because I was going completely nuts at home everyday... It's interesting that in Brazil I wasn't that nerdy but here I push myself so much more and I feel like anything less than a "A" is not good enough... When I lived in New Jersey all my final grades were "A's" (but one, a B in nutrition...) and the feeling of success was so wonderful! I finally felt like I was doing something right, that I was giving everything I could. It sounds silly but being Brazilian and English not being my first language, "A's" are a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back, taking four classes, and feeling a little useful again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_mJNlzPIP64/TyswEUV8b0I/AAAAAAAAE_0/4KFhM1V2uMI/s1600/201924.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_mJNlzPIP64/TyswEUV8b0I/AAAAAAAAE_0/4KFhM1V2uMI/s320/201924.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;E finalmente minhas aulas voltaram, eu digo finalmente porque eu estava ficando completamente louca em casa todo dia... Eh interessante que no Brasil eu nao era assim tao nerd mas aqui eu me esforco muito mais e eu acho que qualquer coisa menor que um "A" nao eh bom o bastante... Quando eu morei em New Jersey todas as minhas notas finais foram "A's" (menos uma, um B em nutricao...) e o sentimento de sucesso foi tao bom! Eu finalmente sinto que estou fazendo algo certo, sinto que estou dando o meu melhor. Parece besteira mas sendo Brasileira e o ingles nao sendo a minha primeira lingua, "A's" sao uma grande coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entao estou de volta, fazendo quatro aulas e me sentindo um pouco util de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_mJNlzPIP64/TyswEUV8b0I/AAAAAAAAE_0/4KFhM1V2uMI/s1600/201924.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_mJNlzPIP64/TyswEUV8b0I/AAAAAAAAE_0/4KFhM1V2uMI/s320/201924.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-7582271701565293088?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/7582271701565293088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2012/02/back-to-school.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7582271701565293088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7582271701565293088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2012/02/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_mJNlzPIP64/TyswEUV8b0I/AAAAAAAAE_0/4KFhM1V2uMI/s72-c/201924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-4674908121429010396</id><published>2012-01-24T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T10:56:30.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in review</title><content type='html'>Such a great weekend! After a week of detox we were feeling much better and we decided was time to change our habits. We are more careful about the ingredients in our food, choose whole grains and organic when we can. We feel amazing and much healthier :)&lt;br /&gt;Of course we indulge once a week, and last Friday we went to UNO Chicago Grill and still we choose the healthier pizza on the menu... hehehehehe a roasted eggplant and feta pizza, was simply delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I completed 4 years in the U.S and my baby sweet as always brought me flowers. Tulips. My favorites. And made me cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N0aFUFXqrRI/Tx7zsBfJVYI/AAAAAAAAE_E/KmSiE1M3y1A/s1600/Parrot-Tulips.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N0aFUFXqrRI/Tx7zsBfJVYI/AAAAAAAAE_E/KmSiE1M3y1A/s320/Parrot-Tulips.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night even after all the snow that fell that day, I went to celebrate Michelle's bridal shower and I had a great time. It's a relief to go somewhere where I can meet people, it's hard when you move to a place where you don't know anyone and people are always very busy to let you enter their lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_M1xbwS01jM/Tx70SGKXBiI/AAAAAAAAE_Q/hokKe3YsQgY/s1600/403934_10150522327817897_671347896_9050777_1545739253_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_M1xbwS01jM/Tx70SGKXBiI/AAAAAAAAE_Q/hokKe3YsQgY/s320/403934_10150522327817897_671347896_9050777_1545739253_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The bride to be :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday me and babe went to Boston to check it our the Farmer's Market and even though was small we found really good stuff and came back with a bag full of goodies like the pepper jelly that is just heaven with some cream cheese! yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cherry on top was the game between Pats and Ravens, and even though I had a dream we were losing from 119 to 17 (!!!!) and I thought many times that the Pats had no chance... Superbowl, here we go! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-85pd6rVxo/Tx73knthlFI/AAAAAAAAE_c/CjiJ8CIK9Pk/s1600/Super-Bowl-XLVI-Patriots-Giants.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-85pd6rVxo/Tx73knthlFI/AAAAAAAAE_c/CjiJ8CIK9Pk/s320/Super-Bowl-XLVI-Patriots-Giants.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now one of the best news of this week is that my big brother and my sis in law are going to have a girl!!! I am soooo happy! She will be such a princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yO_L-FnKv8M/Tx74adpVCBI/AAAAAAAAE_o/AP5SyGNqCtw/s1600/297569_218118838249963_100001555460079_567372_1752078715_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yO_L-FnKv8M/Tx74adpVCBI/AAAAAAAAE_o/AP5SyGNqCtw/s320/297569_218118838249963_100001555460079_567372_1752078715_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love them so much!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Que final de semana otimo! Depois de uma semana de detox nos ja estavamos nos sentindo muito melhor e decidimos que era hora de mudar nossos habitos. Nos tomamos mais cuidado com os ingredientes na nossa comida, escolhemos comidas integrais e organicos sempre que podemos. Nos sentimos muito bem e mais saudaveis :)&lt;br /&gt;Nos saimos pra comer uma vez por semana e sexta feira fomos na UNO Chicago grill e ainda assim pedimos a pizza mais saudavel do menu... hehehehehe berinjela assada com queijo feta, simplesmente deliciosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabado eu completei 4 anos nos Estados Unidos e meu baby, doce como sempre, me trouxe flores. Tulipas. Minhas favoritas. Me fez chorar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N0aFUFXqrRI/Tx7zsBfJVYI/AAAAAAAAE_E/KmSiE1M3y1A/s1600/Parrot-Tulips.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N0aFUFXqrRI/Tx7zsBfJVYI/AAAAAAAAE_E/KmSiE1M3y1A/s320/Parrot-Tulips.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite mesmo depois de toda a neve que caiu naquele dia fui celebrar o cha de panela da Michelle e foi muito bom. Eh um alivio ir para um lugar onde podemos conhecer mais gente, eh dificil quando voce se muda para um lugar onde voce nao conhece ninguem e todo mundo esta muito ocupado para deixar novas pessoas entrarem em suas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_M1xbwS01jM/Tx70SGKXBiI/AAAAAAAAE_Q/hokKe3YsQgY/s1600/403934_10150522327817897_671347896_9050777_1545739253_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_M1xbwS01jM/Tx70SGKXBiI/AAAAAAAAE_Q/hokKe3YsQgY/s320/403934_10150522327817897_671347896_9050777_1545739253_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The bride to be :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingo eu e meu babe fomos pra Boston ver a feira de inverno e mesmo pequena nos achamos coisas deliciosas e voltamos com uma sacola cheia de coisas gostosas como a geleia de pimenta que eh uma delicia com cream cheese! YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cereja no topo do bolo foi o jogo entre os Pats e os Ravens e mesmo que eu tenha sonhado que estavamos perdendo de 119 a 17 (!!!) e achei muitas vezes que os Pats nao tinham nenhuma chance... Superbowl, aqui vamos nos! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-85pd6rVxo/Tx73knthlFI/AAAAAAAAE_c/CjiJ8CIK9Pk/s1600/Super-Bowl-XLVI-Patriots-Giants.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-85pd6rVxo/Tx73knthlFI/AAAAAAAAE_c/CjiJ8CIK9Pk/s320/Super-Bowl-XLVI-Patriots-Giants.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora uma das melhores noticias da semana foi saber que meu irmaozinho e minha cunhadinha vao ter uma menina!!! Estou taaaaooo feliz! Ela vai ser uma princesa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yO_L-FnKv8M/Tx74adpVCBI/AAAAAAAAE_o/AP5SyGNqCtw/s1600/297569_218118838249963_100001555460079_567372_1752078715_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yO_L-FnKv8M/Tx74adpVCBI/AAAAAAAAE_o/AP5SyGNqCtw/s320/297569_218118838249963_100001555460079_567372_1752078715_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love them so much!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-4674908121429010396?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/4674908121429010396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-in-review.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/4674908121429010396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/4674908121429010396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-in-review.html' title='Weekend in review'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N0aFUFXqrRI/Tx7zsBfJVYI/AAAAAAAAE_E/KmSiE1M3y1A/s72-c/Parrot-Tulips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-6142793402390226369</id><published>2012-01-17T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T13:21:26.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen</title><content type='html'>She is my everything.&lt;br /&gt;She is always on and by my side.&lt;br /&gt;She gave me wings.&lt;br /&gt;She believed in me, most importantly she always trusted my decisions.&lt;br /&gt;I am what I am because of her.&lt;br /&gt;She is the strongest woman I know, she is also the one with the biggest heart.&lt;br /&gt;She knows everything, she cooks the best food, she sews the best clothes, she knows Brazilian History, she knows how to love and how to make everyone happy.&lt;br /&gt;My best experiences are with her (even when she is not with me, my thoughts are), the best travels, the best adventures, the best strolls, the best conversations.&lt;br /&gt;She is my Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3s_XjCGRwSE/TxXjwdoRPsI/AAAAAAAAE-4/d6IpDnJua5U/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3s_XjCGRwSE/TxXjwdoRPsI/AAAAAAAAE-4/d6IpDnJua5U/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you Mom!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Ela eh tudo para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Ela esta sempre ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Ele me deu asas.&lt;br /&gt;Ela acreditou em mim, e mais importante ela sempre confiou nas minhas decisoes.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o que sou por causa dela.&lt;br /&gt;Ela eh a mulher mais forte que eu conheco, eh tambem a que tem o coracao maior.&lt;br /&gt;Ela sabe tudo, cozinha a melhor comida, costura as melhores roupas, ela sabe a Historia do Brasil, sabe amar e sabe como fazer todo mundo feliz.&lt;br /&gt;As minhas melhores experiencias sao com ela (ate quando ela nao esta comigo meus pensamentos estao), as melhores viagens, as melhores aventuras, as melhores caminhadas, as melhores conversas.&lt;br /&gt;Ela eh a minha Rainha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3s_XjCGRwSE/TxXjwdoRPsI/AAAAAAAAE-4/d6IpDnJua5U/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3s_XjCGRwSE/TxXjwdoRPsI/AAAAAAAAE-4/d6IpDnJua5U/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu te amo Mae!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-6142793402390226369?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/6142793402390226369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2012/01/queen.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6142793402390226369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6142793402390226369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2012/01/queen.html' title='Queen'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3s_XjCGRwSE/TxXjwdoRPsI/AAAAAAAAE-4/d6IpDnJua5U/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-8985541559136530559</id><published>2012-01-13T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:36:16.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Detox: Days 4 and 5</title><content type='html'>Hey all! &lt;br /&gt;I have a cold since last night so I'm really not inspired to write, so I might be shorter than usual. So let's go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast day 4:&lt;br /&gt;I had the &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/151382/green-machine-smoothie?center=152870&amp;gallery=152235&amp;slide=152149"&gt;Green Machine&lt;/a&gt; sound bad, looks bad but it's good, so give it a try (to be honest I put less kale and lettuce than asked...hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J4SJfL2d7M0/TxDBzYiA-wI/AAAAAAAAE98/yLMwSLMnHQ8/s1600/juice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J4SJfL2d7M0/TxDBzYiA-wI/AAAAAAAAE98/yLMwSLMnHQ8/s320/juice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697266617126288130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast day 5:&lt;br /&gt;Today nothing felt better than this smoothie: &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/152126/7-detox-smoothies/@center/152870/2012-whole-living-action-plan#/81162"&gt;Mango- Coconut Water Smoothie&lt;/a&gt; was delicious and refreshing and the consistency was great! After that I had another box of coconut water (from Brazil!) and felt much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UlzD9IXr7JY/TxDHgfbjtCI/AAAAAAAAE-g/DgXA2EZhCyg/s1600/mango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UlzD9IXr7JY/TxDHgfbjtCI/AAAAAAAAE-g/DgXA2EZhCyg/s320/mango.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697272889630503970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch day 4 and 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/151696/sweet-potato-celery-and-apple-salad?center=152870&amp;gallery=152235&amp;slide=152159"&gt;Sweet Potato, Apple and Celery Salad&lt;/a&gt;. I don't know if is because I'm sick but I didn't like the flavor of this salad. The raw sweet potato just doesn't cut for me. I had on day for and I tried today (day 5) but I couldn't :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-neOF-WS-8ls/TxDE1jtcpqI/AAAAAAAAE-U/1SSXdAtkgtY/s1600/lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-neOF-WS-8ls/TxDE1jtcpqI/AAAAAAAAE-U/1SSXdAtkgtY/s320/lunch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697269953021650594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner day 4:&lt;br /&gt;Here is the thing; we are all human, and I am one too. Yesterday I was tired, feeling sick and having a meltdown so we decided to grab a sandwich from Subway. We decided that one meal wouldn't hurt us so we bough the veggie one with the healthiest bread they have (9 grains with omega 3). Honestly we felt great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MuyfDkhqDp0/TxDEpGKDA_I/AAAAAAAAE-I/SGmksYpEnxM/s1600/dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MuyfDkhqDp0/TxDEpGKDA_I/AAAAAAAAE-I/SGmksYpEnxM/s320/dinner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697269738930111474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner day 5:&lt;br /&gt;I started around 3:30 and I was done at 6 but was worth it. Tonight I cooked &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/151379/spiced-butternut-squash-and-apple-soup?center=152870&amp;gallery=152235&amp;slide=152146"&gt;Spiced Butternut Squash and Apple Soup&lt;/a&gt; It takes time to prep (the Squash is so hard to peel and chop...) but the cooking is fast and it's delicious. Babe and I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dt-i-fUmj6s/TxDHrq3bsaI/AAAAAAAAE-s/ys05riIfpiM/s1600/soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dt-i-fUmj6s/TxDHrq3bsaI/AAAAAAAAE-s/ys05riIfpiM/s320/soup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697273081678770594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't wait for this weekend when we can start putting beans and fish in our meals!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say thank to everyone who is supporting us!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola!&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou com resfriado desde ontem a noite por isso nao estou nada inspirada, mas vamos la:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cafe da manha do dia 4:&lt;br /&gt;Eu tomei uma vitamina que chama &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/151382/green-machine-smoothie?center=152870&amp;gallery=152235&amp;slide=152149"&gt;Maquina verde&lt;/a&gt; o nome eh estranho, parece mais estranho ainda mas na verdade eh gostoso, entao se voces quiserem tentem (Pra ser honesta eu coloquei menos couve e alface do que a receita pedia... heheheh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J4SJfL2d7M0/TxDBzYiA-wI/AAAAAAAAE98/yLMwSLMnHQ8/s1600/juice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J4SJfL2d7M0/TxDBzYiA-wI/AAAAAAAAE98/yLMwSLMnHQ8/s320/juice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697266617126288130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cafe da manha do dia 5:&lt;br /&gt;Hoje nada me fez me sentir melhor do que essa vitamina:&lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/152126/7-detox-smoothies/@center/152870/2012-whole-living-action-plan#/81162"&gt;Manga e agua de coco&lt;/a&gt; era deliciosa e refrescante e a consistencia era otima! Depois disso eu tomei mais 500ml de agua de coco (do Brasil!) e me senti muito melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UlzD9IXr7JY/TxDHgfbjtCI/AAAAAAAAE-g/DgXA2EZhCyg/s1600/mango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UlzD9IXr7JY/TxDHgfbjtCI/AAAAAAAAE-g/DgXA2EZhCyg/s320/mango.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697272889630503970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almoco dia 4 and 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/151696/sweet-potato-celery-and-apple-salad?center=152870&amp;gallery=152235&amp;slide=152159"&gt;Salada de Batata soce, maca e salsao&lt;/a&gt;. Nao sei se eh poqur estou doente mas eu nao gostei nada nada do sabor dessa salada. A batata doce crua nao era das melhores. Eu comi ontem e tentei comer hoje mas nao consegui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-neOF-WS-8ls/TxDE1jtcpqI/AAAAAAAAE-U/1SSXdAtkgtY/s1600/lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-neOF-WS-8ls/TxDE1jtcpqI/AAAAAAAAE-U/1SSXdAtkgtY/s320/lunch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697269953021650594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jantar dia 4:&lt;br /&gt;Nos somos todos humanos e eu sou tambem. Ontem eu estava cansada, me sentindo mal e bem sentimental entao decidimos comprar um lanche no Subway. Decidimos que uma vez no dia nao ia nos machucar, entao compramos o lanche so com vegetais e com o pao mais saudavel que eles tinham (9 graos com omega 3). Honestamente nos sentimos muito bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MuyfDkhqDp0/TxDEpGKDA_I/AAAAAAAAE-I/SGmksYpEnxM/s1600/dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MuyfDkhqDp0/TxDEpGKDA_I/AAAAAAAAE-I/SGmksYpEnxM/s320/dinner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697269738930111474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jantar dia 5:&lt;br /&gt;Eu comecei por volta das 3:30 e terminei as 6 mas valeu a pena. Hoje eu cozinhei&lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/151379/spiced-butternut-squash-and-apple-soup?center=152870&amp;gallery=152235&amp;slide=152146"&gt;Sopa de abobora e maca com temperos diferentes&lt;/a&gt; Levou tempo pra cortar tudo mas pra cozinhar foi rapido e a sopa eh deliciosa! Eu e o Dave amamos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dt-i-fUmj6s/TxDHrq3bsaI/AAAAAAAAE-s/ys05riIfpiM/s1600/soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dt-i-fUmj6s/TxDHrq3bsaI/AAAAAAAAE-s/ys05riIfpiM/s320/soup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697273081678770594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal podemos esperar pra esse fim de semana pois vamos poder colocar feijoes e peixes nos pratos!&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria tambem dizer muito obrigada pelo suporte de voces! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-8985541559136530559?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/8985541559136530559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2012/01/detox-days-4-and-5.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/8985541559136530559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/8985541559136530559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2012/01/detox-days-4-and-5.html' title='Detox: Days 4 and 5'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J4SJfL2d7M0/TxDBzYiA-wI/AAAAAAAAE98/yLMwSLMnHQ8/s72-c/juice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-2739013332785163616</id><published>2012-01-12T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:06:11.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Detox: Day 3</title><content type='html'>So... I went to sleep with a headache and woke up with a CRAZY headache, my baby went to work at 4 in the morning but came back home just to give me some medicine because he knew I was hurting... That was the best thing because I just went back to sleep and woke up feeling muuuuch better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For breakfast I had the &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/152126/7-detox-smoothies/@center/152870/2012-whole-living-action-plan#/104249"&gt;Carrot, Mango and Herb Smoothie&lt;/a&gt; and honestly, that was the only time. The carrot flavor is too strong and not good, but I drank, all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3Y32a6LNVo/Tw9cikY_8eI/AAAAAAAAE9M/tL0PG-OQ08c/s1600/juice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3Y32a6LNVo/Tw9cikY_8eI/AAAAAAAAE9M/tL0PG-OQ08c/s320/juice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696873802600804834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack time and I was starving! So I made the &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/151443/cranberry-pumpkin-seed-trail-mix?czone=wellness/mmxii-action-plan/week-one&amp;center=152870&amp;gallery=152234&amp;slide=152221"&gt;Cranberry-Pumpkin Seed Trail Mix&lt;/a&gt; and I was so happy! The cranberries and raisins made me very very happy; I needed that sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yYc2EPnBFKM/Tw9fNZRe7_I/AAAAAAAAE9Y/UJuEStKnI6A/s1600/snack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yYc2EPnBFKM/Tw9fNZRe7_I/AAAAAAAAE9Y/UJuEStKnI6A/s320/snack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696876737374121970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch I had the &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/151383/kale-slaw-carrots-and-peppers?czone=wellness/mmxii-action-plan/week-one&amp;center=152870&amp;gallery=152235&amp;slide=152139"&gt;Kale Slaw with Red Cabbage and Carrots&lt;/a&gt; it was okay, I think I'm getting tired of salads all the time... also i need to get used to raw kale, I've never had before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tudDWMgrjcI/Tw9f3rXXh_I/AAAAAAAAE9k/IW9ffIjXMWI/s1600/lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tudDWMgrjcI/Tw9f3rXXh_I/AAAAAAAAE9k/IW9ffIjXMWI/s320/lunch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696877463785146354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch when Dave got back home we took a nap and I must say that after that i was feeling great! A lot different from the first day when I was really cranky! So we headed to the kitchen to make dinner and that one was a treat! We had &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/151702/roasted-peppers-cauliflower-and-almonds"&gt;Roasted Peppers, Cauliflower, and Almonds&lt;/a&gt; and it was fast to make and DELICIOUS! Everything worked so well together! It's really worthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7NScP1krgPo/Tw9gFw7J8wI/AAAAAAAAE9w/2UTWYr2-GHA/s1600/dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7NScP1krgPo/Tw9gFw7J8wI/AAAAAAAAE9w/2UTWYr2-GHA/s320/dinner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696877705795597058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, stretch time and then we took a detox bath. That one is really nice! You fill you bathtub with hot water, put Epson Salt, 10 drops of lavender oil and 1/2 cup of baking soda and just lay there, relaxing... it felt so great! After that we watched Moneyball (was just okay) and then straight to bed and feeling great! :)&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Entao... quando fui dormir na noite anterior eu estava com dor de cabeca mas eu acordei com uma SUPER dor de cabeca! Meu baby foi pro trabalho as 4 da manha mas voltou pra casa pra me dar remedio pois ele sabia que eu estava doendo... Foi a melhor coisa porque quando eu acordei eu estava me sentindo muito melhor! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra cafe da manha tomei a &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/152126/7-detox-smoothies/@center/152870/2012-whole-living-action-plan#/104249"&gt;Vitamina de cenoura, manga e ervas&lt;/a&gt; e honestamente foi a primeira e ultima vez. O sabor da cenoura era muito forte e nao tao bom mas eu bebi tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3Y32a6LNVo/Tw9cikY_8eI/AAAAAAAAE9M/tL0PG-OQ08c/s1600/juice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3Y32a6LNVo/Tw9cikY_8eI/AAAAAAAAE9M/tL0PG-OQ08c/s320/juice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696873802600804834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na hora do lanche eu estava faminta! Entao eu fiz o mix de &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/151443/cranberry-pumpkin-seed-trail-mix?czone=wellness/mmxii-action-plan/week-one&amp;center=152870&amp;gallery=152234&amp;slide=152221"&gt;Cranberry e semente de aborora&lt;/a&gt; e me fez tao feliz! O sabor doce das uvas passas e das cranberries me ajudaram, eu precisava de algo doce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yYc2EPnBFKM/Tw9fNZRe7_I/AAAAAAAAE9Y/UJuEStKnI6A/s1600/snack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yYc2EPnBFKM/Tw9fNZRe7_I/AAAAAAAAE9Y/UJuEStKnI6A/s320/snack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696876737374121970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para o almoco eu tive&lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/151383/kale-slaw-carrots-and-peppers?czone=wellness/mmxii-action-plan/week-one&amp;center=152870&amp;gallery=152235&amp;slide=152139"&gt;Salada de repolho roxo, couve e cenoura&lt;/a&gt; era mais ou menos... eu acho que estou me cansando de saladas o tempo inteiro e eu a couve crua daquele jeito nao eh a minha favorita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tudDWMgrjcI/Tw9f3rXXh_I/AAAAAAAAE9k/IW9ffIjXMWI/s1600/lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tudDWMgrjcI/Tw9f3rXXh_I/AAAAAAAAE9k/IW9ffIjXMWI/s320/lunch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696877463785146354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois do almoco quando o Dave voltou pra casa nos tiramos uma soneca e acordamos nos sentindo muito melhor! Bem diferente do primeiro dia quando eu estava bem rabugenta. Entao fomos para a cozinha fazer o jantar e esse prato era uma delicia! Nos tivemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/151702/roasted-peppers-cauliflower-and-almonds"&gt;Pimentao e couve-flor assados com amendoas&lt;/a&gt; foi tao facil e rapido de fazer e DELICIOSO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7NScP1krgPo/Tw9gFw7J8wI/AAAAAAAAE9w/2UTWYr2-GHA/s1600/dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7NScP1krgPo/Tw9gFw7J8wI/AAAAAAAAE9w/2UTWYr2-GHA/s320/dinner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696877705795597058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois do jantar, hora de fazer alongamentos e depois tomei um banho de banheira que foi muito muito bom! Coloquei agua quente, Sal grosso, 10 gotas de oleo de lavanda e 1/2 copo de bicarbonato de sodio. Fiquei la dentro ate a agua esfriar, tao bom! &lt;br /&gt;Depois disso assistimos Moneyball (nada demais) e fomos direto dormir nos sentindo otimos! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-2739013332785163616?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/2739013332785163616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2012/01/detox-day-3.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/2739013332785163616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/2739013332785163616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2012/01/detox-day-3.html' title='Detox: Day 3'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3Y32a6LNVo/Tw9cikY_8eI/AAAAAAAAE9M/tL0PG-OQ08c/s72-c/juice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-4898854631992933965</id><published>2012-01-11T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T14:46:54.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Detox: Day 2</title><content type='html'>I'm still here!&lt;br /&gt;We slept all night without moving, was the best night I had in weeks! I woke up happy and feeling great!&lt;br /&gt;Morning breakfast was the &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/152126/7-detox-smoothies/@center/152870/2012-whole-living-action-plan#/53868"&gt;Orange Berry Smoothie&lt;/a&gt;, we had to add Almond milk (unsweetened) because there was not enough juice to turn into a smoothie. The flavor was good but I think I'll never get over the consistency hehehehe (Note to self: buy a straw!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3qXIjlqOzbA/Tw4IY4bZ4oI/AAAAAAAAE8o/xeEW1cfzYNc/s1600/juice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3qXIjlqOzbA/Tw4IY4bZ4oI/AAAAAAAAE8o/xeEW1cfzYNc/s320/juice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696499802227466882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For snack I had the &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/152867/12-balanced-snacks/@center/152870/2012-whole-living-action-plan#/53401"&gt;Roasted Spiced Chickpeas&lt;/a&gt; and maybe I didn't roasted enough but wasn't as crispy as it should be. The taste was ok, would be better if was crunchier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Oqh8wN2xjg/Tw4K2vEW6NI/AAAAAAAAE80/hmnJyV24ShU/s1600/chickpeas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Oqh8wN2xjg/Tw4K2vEW6NI/AAAAAAAAE80/hmnJyV24ShU/s320/chickpeas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696502514134214866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time and I'm still feeling good. Had the leftovers from yesterday dinner and it was really delicious, I was feeling so hungry and the Acorn really saved the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the afternoon hits me and I start feeling bad. My head hurts, my body hurts, it's not fun. Those are common symptoms when someone is detoxing... your body is clearing all the junk and that makes you hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily my babe is helping me with everything and we courageously headed to the kitchen to cook. Our dinner? &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/152235/week-1-recipes/@center/152870/2012-whole-living-action-plan#/152199"&gt;Roasted Garlic and Beet Soup!&lt;/a&gt; hahahah Who knows me knows that I really don't like beets... not excited at all for this dinner and to help the beets took more than one hour to roast... Dave wasn't too excited either and the smell didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the end result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-io7jNfDBNBY/Tw4MVobeSEI/AAAAAAAAE9A/SwnwLU-GRgc/s1600/dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-io7jNfDBNBY/Tw4MVobeSEI/AAAAAAAAE9A/SwnwLU-GRgc/s320/dinner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696504144439691330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was one of the best soups I had! I just loved it and Dave loved it too! We were so excited and I'm sure my mom will be very proud of me :) I ate and I repeated! Was really delicious! It feel so good to put something warm in my belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headache wasn't going away so after our &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/152128/detox-stretches/@center/152870/2012-whole-living-action-plan"&gt;stretches&lt;/a&gt; we took a shower and went right to bed. We couldn't believe that day 2 was over!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Ainda estou aqui!&lt;br /&gt;Nos dormimos a noite inteira sem nos movermos, foi a melhor noite que eu tive em semanas! Acordei feliz e me sentindo muito bem!&lt;br /&gt;O cafe da manha foi a &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/152126/7-detox-smoothies/@center/152870/2012-whole-living-action-plan#/53868"&gt;Vitamina de Laranja e frutas vermelhas&lt;/a&gt;, nos tivemos que adicionar leite de amendoas (sem acucar) pois a vitamina nao tinha liquido suficiente. O sabor era bom mas eu acho que nunca vou me acostumar com a consistencia... rsrsrs (lembrete: comprar canudos!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3qXIjlqOzbA/Tw4IY4bZ4oI/AAAAAAAAE8o/xeEW1cfzYNc/s1600/juice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3qXIjlqOzbA/Tw4IY4bZ4oI/AAAAAAAAE8o/xeEW1cfzYNc/s320/juice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696499802227466882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para o lanche comi &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/152867/12-balanced-snacks/@center/152870/2012-whole-living-action-plan#/53401"&gt;Grao de Bico torrado e temperado&lt;/a&gt; mas achoq ue nao torrei o suficiente porque nao estava crocante como deveria. O sabor era ok, tenho certeza que seria melhor se fosse mais crocante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Oqh8wN2xjg/Tw4K2vEW6NI/AAAAAAAAE80/hmnJyV24ShU/s1600/chickpeas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Oqh8wN2xjg/Tw4K2vEW6NI/AAAAAAAAE80/hmnJyV24ShU/s320/chickpeas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696502514134214866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na hora do almoco eu ainda estava me sentindo bem e comi o que sobrou do jantar de ontem e foi muito muito bom, eu estava com tanta fome e a abobora salvou o dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate que chegou a tarde e eu comecei a me sentir estranha. Minha cabeca comecou a doer, meu corpo tambem, nao eh nada divertido. Esses sao sintomas comuns quando voce faz o detox. Eh o seu corpo se livrando do lixo e doi um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sortuda como sou meu baby me ajuda com tudo e com muita coragem fomos para a cozinha fazer o jantar. O que estava no menu? &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/152235/week-1-recipes/@center/152870/2012-whole-living-action-plan#/152199"&gt;Sopa de beterraba e alho assado!&lt;/a&gt; hahahah Quem me conhece sabe que eu sempre torci o nariz pra beterraba... eu nao estava nada empolgada com o jantar e pra ajudar as beterrabas demoraram mais de uma hora pra assar!O Dave tambem nao estava empolgado e o cheiro da beterraba nao ajudava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui esta o produto final:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-io7jNfDBNBY/Tw4MVobeSEI/AAAAAAAAE9A/SwnwLU-GRgc/s1600/dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-io7jNfDBNBY/Tw4MVobeSEI/AAAAAAAAE9A/SwnwLU-GRgc/s320/dinner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696504144439691330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E acreditem ou nao foi uma das melhores sopas que eu ja tive! Nos amamos! Ficamos tao felizes e tenho certeza que a minha mamy vai ficar muito orgulhosa de mim :) Nos comemos e repetimos! Que delicia! E me senti tao bem colocando alguma coisa quentinha no meu estomago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dor de cabeca nao passava e depois do &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/152128/detox-stretches/@center/152870/2012-whole-living-action-plan"&gt;alongamento&lt;/a&gt; nos tomamos banho e fomos direto dormir. Mal podiamos acreditar que o dia 2 tinha acabado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-4898854631992933965?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/4898854631992933965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2012/01/detox-day-2.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/4898854631992933965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/4898854631992933965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2012/01/detox-day-2.html' title='Detox: Day 2'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3qXIjlqOzbA/Tw4IY4bZ4oI/AAAAAAAAE8o/xeEW1cfzYNc/s72-c/juice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-6876941043848589134</id><published>2012-01-10T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T13:59:42.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Detox: Day 1</title><content type='html'>First day of detox and... it's not easy! hahahaha Our bodies probably have a lot of junk to get rid of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the day with the &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/152126/7-detox-smoothies/@center/152870/2012-whole-living-action-plan#/58087"&gt;Cucumber, Honeydew, and Mint Smoothie&lt;/a&gt;. It tasted good but the consistency kills me! I always had problem drinking the pulp - orange juice for example - but I was brave and chug to the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uuDooSAsriw/Twx7Az7FxuI/AAAAAAAAE7s/chq_eDsEZQ8/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uuDooSAsriw/Twx7Az7FxuI/AAAAAAAAE7s/chq_eDsEZQ8/s320/2.jpg" border="0" http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifalt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696062882585102050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the breakfast and I really craved a piece of toast but I held on. For snack I had two &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/151439/dried-fruit-and-nut-bites?center=152870&amp;gallery=152234&amp;slide=152167"&gt;Dried Fruit and Nut Bites&lt;/a&gt;, it's great for when you crave something sweet (what happens to me all the time!) They are actually pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ydlw-0zXDDw/Twx8-0k2gHI/AAAAAAAAE74/w3Ew2UMHGKs/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ydlw-0zXDDw/Twx8-0k2gHI/AAAAAAAAE74/w3Ew2UMHGKs/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696065047423778930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then I was still feeling good. Dave came home for lunch and we had &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/151701/avocado-bell-pepper-and-tomatoes?center=152870&amp;gallery=152235&amp;slide=152176"&gt;Avocado with Bell Pepper and Tomatoes&lt;/a&gt;. I forgot to take a picture but they looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bjRvig4BSEE/Twx--fwiDAI/AAAAAAAAE8E/AAzklAuAN9M/s1600/avocado-pepper-tomatoes-bd108052_vert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bjRvig4BSEE/Twx--fwiDAI/AAAAAAAAE8E/AAzklAuAN9M/s320/avocado-pepper-tomatoes-bd108052_vert.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696067240858881026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really good! All the seasonings make a big difference. But then both of us were feeling exhausted! I took a one hour nap and Dave took a 3 hour nap! Was hard to sleep though because my brain kept sending me this images of junk food! Pizza, chocolate, ice cream... how is that possible? I woke up really mad and with no desire to keep going. But at the same time I couldn't give up after half a day! So we got up and went back to the kitchen to make dinner and the smoothie and snacks for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were hungry so we had the &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/151442/minty-pea-dip?center=152870&amp;gallery=152234&amp;slide=152143"&gt;Minty Pea Dip&lt;/a&gt; with some veggies... I can live without, it's a ok snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--uXCmpLjC74/TwyGrKzeBoI/AAAAAAAAE8c/c0LHROM6HYE/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--uXCmpLjC74/TwyGrKzeBoI/AAAAAAAAE8c/c0LHROM6HYE/s320/1.jpg" border="0" http://www.blogger.chttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifom/img/blank.gifalt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696075704909563522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before dinner we did some &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/152128/detox-stretches/@center/152870/2012-whole-living-action-plan"&gt;stretches&lt;/a&gt; - supposedly helps our bodies get rid of the toxins - and was actually pretty fun :)&lt;br /&gt;For dinner we had the &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/151380/steamed-broccoli-and-squash-tahini-dressing?czone=wellness/mmxii-action-plan/week-one&amp;center=152870&amp;gallery=152235&amp;slide=152210"&gt;Steamed Broccoli and Squash with Tahini Dressing&lt;/a&gt; and it was surprisingly good! The Squash helped us to feel a little bit fuller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1H_6OgF1Oks/TwyGTAjSBII/AAAAAAAAE8Q/I7yTD5X0Rv4/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1H_6OgF1Oks/TwyGTAjSBII/AAAAAAAAE8Q/I7yTD5X0Rv4/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696075289840452738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we watched The Hangover Part II, (really funny, but not as good as the first one), took a hot shower and went right to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;We were feeling so tired (other people said they felt tired the first couple of days too), that we fell asleep in 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is you need to have a lot of willpower to do this. It is not a walk in the park but we commit to this plan, now we need to take one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro dia de detox e ... não é fácil! hahahaha Aposto que nossos tem um monte de toxinas para se livrar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começamos o dia com a vitamina de &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/152126/7-detox-smoothies/@center/152870/2012-whole-living-action-plan#/58087"&gt;Pepino, Honeydew (um tipo de melao) e Menta&lt;/a&gt;. O gosto era bom, mas a consistência me mata! Eu sempre tive problema para beber a polpa - suco de laranja, por exemplo - mas eu me enchi de coragem e bebi até o fim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uuDooSAsriw/Twx7Az7FxuI/AAAAAAAAE7s/chq_eDsEZQ8/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uuDooSAsriw/Twx7Az7FxuI/AAAAAAAAE7s/chq_eDsEZQ8/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696062882585102050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vitamina foi o cafe da manha e depois que eu acabei ainda estava com muita vhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifontade de comer pao mas eu me segurei. Para o lanche - entre o afe e o almoco - eu comi duas dessas &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/151439/dried-fruit-and-nut-bites?center=152870&amp;gallery=152234&amp;slide=152167"&gt;bolas de frutas secas com nuts&lt;/a&gt; (amendoas, nozes e pecan). Elas eram gostosas e eh bom pra quando voce esta com muita vontade de atacar um chocolate... (o que acontece comigo o tempo todo...rs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ydlw-0zXDDw/Twx8-0k2gHI/AAAAAAAAE74/w3Ew2UMHGKs/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ydlw-0zXDDw/Twx8-0k2gHI/AAAAAAAAE74/w3Ew2UMHGKs/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696065047423778930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até então eu ainda estava me sentindo bem. O Dave voltou para casa para almoçar e tivemos o &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/151701/avocado-bell-pepper-and-tomatoes?center=152870&amp;gallery=152235&amp;slide=152176"&gt;Abacate com pimentão e tomates&lt;/a&gt;. Eu esqueci de tirar uma foto mas aqui esta um exemplo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bjRvig4BSEE/Twx--fwiDAI/AAAAAAAAE8E/AAzklAuAN9M/s1600/avocado-pepper-tomatoes-bd108052_vert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bjRvig4BSEE/Twx--fwiDAI/AAAAAAAAE8E/AAzklAuAN9M/s320/avocado-pepper-tomatoes-bd108052_vert.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696067240858881026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era muito bom! Os temperos fizeram uma grande diferença. Depois do almoco nos estavamos exaustos e eu tirei uma soneca de uma hora e o Dave dormiu por quase 3! Foi difícil para eu dormir porque meu cérebro ficava me mandando essas imagens de comida! Pizza, chocolate, sorvete... Como isso é possível? Acordei brava e sem vontade de continuar. Mas, http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifao mesmo tempo eu não podia desistir tao rapido! Então, nos levantamos e fomos para a cozinha fazer o jantar, a vitamina e lanches para o dia seguinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estávamos com fome entao tivemos o &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/151442/minty-pea-dip?center=152870&amp;gallery=152234&amp;slide=152143"&gt;Dip de ervilha &lt;/a&gt;com alguns vegetais... Eu posso viver sem, é um aperitivo ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--uXCmpLjC74/TwyGrKzeBoI/AAAAAAAAE8c/c0LHROM6HYE/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--uXCmpLjC74/TwyGrKzeBoI/AAAAAAAAE8c/c0LHROM6HYE/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696075704909563522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes do jantar fizemos alguns &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/152128/detox-stretches/@center/152870/2012-whole-living-action-plan"&gt;alongamentos&lt;/a&gt; - supostamente ajuda o nosso corpo ahttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif se livrar das toxinas - e nos divertimos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para o jantar, tivemos &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com/151380/steamed-broccoli-and-squash-tahini-dressing?czone=wellness/mmxii-action-plan/week-one&amp;center=152870&amp;gallery=152235&amp;slide=152210"&gt;Brócolis no vapor e Acorn (da familia da abobora) com molho de Tahini&lt;/a&gt; e era uma delicia! O Acorn fez a gente se sentir um pouco mais satisfeitos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1H_6OgF1Oks/TwyGTAjSBII/AAAAAAAAE8Q/I7yTD5X0Rv4/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1H_6OgF1Oks/TwyGTAjSBII/AAAAAAAAE8Q/I7yTD5X0Rv4/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696075289840452738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois do jantar assistimos The Hangover Part II, (muito engraçado, mas não tão bom quanto o primeiro), tomamos um banho quente e fomos direto dormir.&lt;br /&gt;Estávamos nos sentindo tão cansado (as outras pessoas disseram que se sentiam cansados ​​do primeiro par de dias também), que caiu no sono em 5 minutos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fim das contas você precisa ter muita força de vontade para fazer isso. Não é um passeio no parque, mas nos comprometemos a este plano e agora viver um dia de cada vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-6876941043848589134?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/6876941043848589134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2012/01/detox-day-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6876941043848589134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6876941043848589134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2012/01/detox-day-1.html' title='Detox: Day 1'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uuDooSAsriw/Twx7Az7FxuI/AAAAAAAAE7s/chq_eDsEZQ8/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-6977394487743810824</id><published>2012-01-09T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T12:39:13.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits of a Weekend</title><content type='html'>We started the detox today so tomorrow I will right about how was the first day. Meanwhile I'm sharing bits of my two last weekends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comecamos a fazer nosso detox hoje entao amanha posto como foi o primeiro dia. Enquanto isso fiquem com pedacinhos dos meus ultimos dois finais de semana :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O3OYUM3pG9w/TwtOcTZxc-I/AAAAAAAAE68/6cwAJ-9AdKg/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O3OYUM3pG9w/TwtOcTZxc-I/AAAAAAAAE68/6cwAJ-9AdKg/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695732401891800034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Say hi to Caramel! - He came on New Year's :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FpYi8BcobUc/TwtO_ex_usI/AAAAAAAAE7I/OGB2lAc-IyA/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FpYi8BcobUc/TwtO_ex_usI/AAAAAAAAE7I/OGB2lAc-IyA/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695733006241610434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nice cute shoes (from Target!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zBGujd5ydvk/TwtPKDf9n_I/AAAAAAAAE7U/wk03zcbgJJQ/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zBGujd5ydvk/TwtPKDf9n_I/AAAAAAAAE7U/wk03zcbgJJQ/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695733187896778738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dean's List at Massasoit :) (click on the picture to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C_GXT3Jk2b4/TwtPzCaGcII/AAAAAAAAE7g/AQ4c-f021Z8/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C_GXT3Jk2b4/TwtPzCaGcII/AAAAAAAAE7g/AQ4c-f021Z8/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695733891978391682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Our fridge after shopping for our detox! Just healthy food inside!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-6977394487743810824?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/6977394487743810824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2012/01/bits-of-weekend.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6977394487743810824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6977394487743810824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2012/01/bits-of-weekend.html' title='Bits of a Weekend'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O3OYUM3pG9w/TwtOcTZxc-I/AAAAAAAAE68/6cwAJ-9AdKg/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-7373885243355106465</id><published>2012-01-05T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T09:45:22.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to get better</title><content type='html'>For at least the last month me and Dave were complaining almost daily that we are always tired and don't wanna do anything. We were eating more junk food than we should and as a result we both gain weight and don't really feel good about the way we look and mostly the way we feel. That is why we decided to detox our bodies! It's not a diet, it's a cleansing, a fresh start so we can regulate our bodies and start eating healthier and exercising.&lt;br /&gt;We are so excited! I found this great plan from &lt;a href="http://www.wholeliving.com"&gt;Whole Living&lt;/a&gt; and we will start next Monday ans It will last for 21 days. This weekend we will go to the supermarket and buy all the great stuff to make all the recipes. &lt;br /&gt;So he can follow the plan at work we went to Target and bought two Thermos (for the hot foods and the juices) and two containers that comes with the ice pack so you can keep the salads and fruits fresh.&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I'm a lit bit jealous of his stuff! They are so great!&lt;br /&gt;This week we are saying bye-bye to the junk food at home because after the cleanse we will cut drastically on the bad stuff.&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean we will never again eat a pizza for example, we will be good 90% of the time and save 10% for whatever we want to eat :)&lt;br /&gt;So, so excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5niEGOOeajE/TwXdi5W6iMI/AAAAAAAAE6w/GuX77gscIeo/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5niEGOOeajE/TwXdi5W6iMI/AAAAAAAAE6w/GuX77gscIeo/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694200895462082754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz pelo menos um mês que eu e o Dave estamos reclamando quase que diariamente que estamos sempre cansados e nunca queremos fazer nada. Estávamos comendo mais porcaria do que deveríamos e como resultado, os dois ganharam uns quilinhos e realmente não nos sentimos bem. É por isso que decidimos desitoxicar nossos corpos! Não é uma dieta, é uma limpeza, um novo começo para que possamos regular nossos corpos, ter uma alimentacao mais saudável e claro, nos excercitar.&lt;br /&gt;Estamos tão animados! Achei este grande plano de acao na &lt;a href="http://wholeliving.com"&gt;Revista Whole Living&lt;/a&gt; e vamos começar na próxima segunda-feira e vai durar 21 dias. Este fim de semana vamos ao supermercado comprar todos os alimentos necessarios para as receitas.&lt;br /&gt;Para que ele possa seguir o plano no trabalho fomos ate a Target e compramos duas garrafas térmicas (para os alimentos quentes e os sucos) e dois potes que ja vem com o ice pack assim ele consegue manter as saladas e frutas frescas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho que admitir que estou um pouco de ciúmes do que compramos pra ele hehehehehe! Eu tambem quero!&lt;br /&gt;Esta semana estamos dizendo adeus às porcarias em casa, porque depois da limpeza vamos cortar drasticamente a quantidade de coisas ruins.&lt;br /&gt;Isso não significa que nunca mais vamos comer uma pizza por exemplo, vamos ser bons 90% do tempo e guardar 10% pra quando quisermos esbanjar um pouco :)&lt;br /&gt;Assim, tão animado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-7373885243355106465?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/7373885243355106465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-time-to-get-better.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7373885243355106465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7373885243355106465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-time-to-get-better.html' title='It&apos;s time to get better'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5niEGOOeajE/TwXdi5W6iMI/AAAAAAAAE6w/GuX77gscIeo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-7710024084063850874</id><published>2012-01-03T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T09:32:25.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All about love</title><content type='html'>Today is a very special day because It's our 1 year and 6 months anniversary... hehehehehe we are the kind of people that celebrate each month and do not care about what other people think. So, with no further ado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary my baby! You make me happier each day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oC43tavv_dk/TwM43Kx4hMI/AAAAAAAAE6Y/kH-Zb5h2z-U/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oC43tavv_dk/TwM43Kx4hMI/AAAAAAAAE6Y/kH-Zb5h2z-U/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693456874363978946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eh um dia muito especial pois eu e o Dave completamos 1 ano e seis meses de namoro...rs nos somos daqueles que contam e comemoram todos os meses e nao nos importamos com o que os outros pensam. Enfim, sem mais "delongas" (hahahahahah quem usa isso hoje em dia??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Aniversario de namoro meu bebe!! Voce me faz cada dia mais feliz!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about love, here is my nephew's picture!!! hahahahahaha I know it's hard, I couldn't find the first time either but there he is, that little bean in the middle and it is amazing how much I love that bean! :D&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to be the best auntie I can be ever far away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c81d7EKLpA8/TwM6SpiqE3I/AAAAAAAAE6k/v7CismX1C58/s1600/IMG_24122011_215302.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c81d7EKLpA8/TwM6SpiqE3I/AAAAAAAAE6k/v7CismX1C58/s320/IMG_24122011_215302.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693458445989712754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como o assunto eh amor aqui esta a fotinho do meu futuro sobrinho (ou sobrinha)!! Eu sei que eh dificil de ver, eu tambem tive dificuldade para achar mas ele esta bem ali, aquele feijaozinho no meio da foto e eh incrivel como eu ja amo esse feijaozinho!&lt;br /&gt;Mal posso esperar pra ser a melhor tia que eu posso ser, mesmo de longe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-7710024084063850874?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/7710024084063850874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2012/01/all-about-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7710024084063850874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7710024084063850874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2012/01/all-about-love.html' title='All about love'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oC43tavv_dk/TwM43Kx4hMI/AAAAAAAAE6Y/kH-Zb5h2z-U/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-6660388675344906202</id><published>2012-01-01T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T12:38:05.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Janeiro segundo os Romanos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IJuhDXrh3fc/TwC_lDgzarI/AAAAAAAAE6M/DSK1I9hU-qE/s1600/Janus.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IJuhDXrh3fc/TwC_lDgzarI/AAAAAAAAE6M/DSK1I9hU-qE/s320/Janus.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692760572315265714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of the year and while I'm here half watching football and half reading the newspaper I found something very interesting that symbolizes very well this month:"The month of January has resolving built right into its name: The ancient Romans named it after the two-faced god Janus, who, with one face looking backward and the other forward, symbolized the hope that we might learn from the past to improve ourselves in the future" (Joshua Rothman, Boston Sunday Globe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro dia do ano e enquanto estou aqui metade assistindo futebol americano e metade lendo jornal achei algo bem interessante que simboliza muito bem esse mes: "Os antigos Romanos deram o nome de Janeiro ao primeiro mes do ano inspirados no Deus de dois rostos chamado Janus que com uma das faces olhando para tras e a outra olhando para a frente, simboliza a esperanca de que possamos aprender com o passado para melhorar a nos mesmos no futuro" (Joshua Rothman, Boston Sunday Globe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfeito nao eh mesmo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-6660388675344906202?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/6660388675344906202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2012/01/janeiro-segundo-os-romanos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6660388675344906202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6660388675344906202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2012/01/janeiro-segundo-os-romanos.html' title='Janeiro segundo os Romanos'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IJuhDXrh3fc/TwC_lDgzarI/AAAAAAAAE6M/DSK1I9hU-qE/s72-c/Janus.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-6822304249358946926</id><published>2011-12-31T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T10:20:04.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>See you in 2012!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a-MvVXSDc2U/Tv9PXVSt6NI/AAAAAAAAE6A/oBBNyxbGK0Y/s1600/happy-new-year-prev128636440766D8wD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a-MvVXSDc2U/Tv9PXVSt6NI/AAAAAAAAE6A/oBBNyxbGK0Y/s320/happy-new-year-prev128636440766D8wD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692355716290832594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Ano Novo pessoal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e o Dave resolvemos nao fazer nada 'crazy' na virada. Vamos para Cape Cod jantar no nosso restaurante favorito - British Beer Company, voltar pra casa, assistir filmes e abrir a champagne (Asti na verdade... hehehehe). Perfeito! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o seu 2012 seja repleto de realizacoes e alegria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos e ate 2012!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Dave decided not to do anything crazy this New Year's Eve. We'll go to the Cape and have dinner at our favorite place - British Beer Company, go back home, rent some movies and open the champagne (Asti actually...). Perfect! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish your 2012 be full of love, happiness and realizations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, see you in 2012!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-6822304249358946926?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/6822304249358946926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2011/12/see-you-in-2012.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6822304249358946926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6822304249358946926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2011/12/see-you-in-2012.html' title='See you in 2012!'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a-MvVXSDc2U/Tv9PXVSt6NI/AAAAAAAAE6A/oBBNyxbGK0Y/s72-c/happy-new-year-prev128636440766D8wD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-6151094399691939479</id><published>2011-12-30T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T14:38:36.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas!</title><content type='html'>Natal eh sempre uma epoca muito sentimental para mim, eh quando sinto mais e mais falta da familia que esta la longe... esse ano nao foi diferente mas meu baby fez tudo ficar mais facil. Pela primeira vez tive (e ainda tenho) uma arvore de Natal de verdade com os nossos ornamentos e nosso carinho. A melhor parte eh que ele AMA fazer essas coisas o que tornou tudo mais especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na vespera de Natal comemoramos do jeito brasileiro (esperar ate meia noite para comer e abrir os presentes) e no dia 25 passamos com a familia dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo tao perfeito, tao gostoso, tao esperado e nada naquele dia me decepcionou principalmente o presente que minha cunhadinha e meu irmaozinho nos deram (alem da waffle maker)... EU VOU SER TITIA!!! E melhor ainda: o baby esta pra nascer no dia do meu aniversario! hahahaha Todo mundo achou que eu nao ia gostar mas sabe o que? Eu estou torcendo pra que isso aconteca, eu ia amar ter um sobrinho(a) nascendo no meu dia. Quando eu ouvi a novidade nao consegui falar nada, so parei, chorei e agradeci a Deus por mais essa alegria na minha familia... eu nao sei se eles tem ideia de quao feliz eu e o Dave estamos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu baby tambem se superou nos presentes me dando um Kindle Fire que estou completamente viciada e um GPS novo (depois que o meu desapareceu) - nunca mais vou me perder em Brockton, ou em Vegas! hahahahahaha O mais fofo era ele dizendo que nao sabia se eu ia gostar... aiai eu nao sou assim tao dificil de agradar e ca pra nos, quem nao gostaria de presentes como esse? Alem disso o amor dele eh o meu melhor presente e todos os dias ele faz questao de me mostrar o quanto ele me ama :)&lt;br /&gt;Esse Natal superou todas as expectativas, nunca me senti tao amada e tao abencoada :)&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is always a very difficult time for me, it's when I miss my family the most... this year was not any different but my baby made ​​everything easier. For the first time I had (and still have) a real Christmas tree. The best part is that he loves to do those things which made it extra special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve we celebrated the Brazilian way (wait until midnight to eat and open presents) and the 25th we spent with his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was so perfect, so nice, and nothing disappointed me especially the present my big brother and my lovely sister-in-law gave us (beyond the waffle maker) ... I'll be an Auntie! Even better the baby might be born on my birthday! hahahaha Everyone thought I wouldn't like that part but you know what? I'm hoping for this to happen, I would love to have a nephew being born the same day as me! When I heard the news I could not say anything, I just stopped, cried and thanked God for another blessing in my family ... I do not know if they have idea how happy Dave and I are :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby also has surprised me in giving me the Kindle Fire which I'm completely addicted to and a new GPS (after mine disappeared) - I'll never get lost in Brockton again, or in Vegas! hahahahahaha The cutest thing was him saying that he did not know if I'd like the presents... AIAI I'm not that hard to please and come on, who would not want presents like those? Besides his love is the best present in the world and everyday he shows me how much he loves me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas has exceeded all expectations, I never felt so loved and so blessed:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yeoLGIoJDQI/Tv48360yIjI/AAAAAAAAE2E/Ps0Jy2EQj20/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yeoLGIoJDQI/Tv48360yIjI/AAAAAAAAE2E/Ps0Jy2EQj20/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692053910424003122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j33hj6xB868/Tv483iSqTMI/AAAAAAAAE18/dF1ArGiZ7WY/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j33hj6xB868/Tv483iSqTMI/AAAAAAAAE18/dF1ArGiZ7WY/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692053903838432450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V3QKsFLyFP4/Tv4834rGMDI/AAAAAAAAE2M/RrQMtPlyN6c/s1600/DSC099572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V3QKsFLyFP4/Tv4834rGMDI/AAAAAAAAE2M/RrQMtPlyN6c/s320/DSC099572.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692053909846503474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-6151094399691939479?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/6151094399691939479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2011/12/xmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6151094399691939479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6151094399691939479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2011/12/xmas.html' title='Xmas!'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yeoLGIoJDQI/Tv48360yIjI/AAAAAAAAE2E/Ps0Jy2EQj20/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-7474438022955638594</id><published>2011-12-28T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T14:41:44.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O casamento</title><content type='html'>Eu nunca vou esquecer o dia em que falei com o meu irmao e ele me contou a novidade: "Lara voce eh a primeira a saber, ontem eu pedi a Leila em casamento". Leila era a namorada do meu irmao, a namorada que eu nunca tinha conhecido pois ele so a apresentou para a familia quando eu ja estava aqui. Mas eu ja tinha ouvido falar tanto dela e eu sentia quao feliz ele estava, quao feliz ela o fazia, eu ja gostava dela antes de conhece-la. Depois ele disse: "A gente so vai marcar o casamento quando a gente souber que dia que voce podera estar aqui pois eu nao vou me casar sem ter voce ao meu lado".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me passou pela cabeca perder o casamento do meu irmao, nunca pensei na possibilidade de nao conseguir meu visto para voltar para ca, esse era um evento que eu nao perderia por nada embora muita gente quis colocar o medo na minha cabeca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do mesmo jeito que eles estavam se preparando no Brasil eu estava me preparando aqui, eu mal podia esperar pois alem de ser o casamento de uma das pessoas mais importantes da minha vida fazia tambem quase 4 anos que eu nao o via e a saudade doia demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entao depois de matar a minha saudade, finalmente conheci a Leila e me apaixonei, tudo ficou claro pra mim e vi que tudo o que eu sempre quis tinha se realizado, meu irmao apaixonado de verdade por alguem que via o seu verdadeiro valor, alguem que o amava assim como eu o amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra completar a minha felicidade uma semana depois de eu ter chegado no Brasil meu baby foi tambem e eu pude mostrar um pouco da minha cidade pra ele. Melhor do que isso meu irmao e Leila puderam conhece-lo e puderam entender o porque eu o amo tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia do casamento foi um dos dias mais felizes da minha vida e eu guardo aquela lembranca com muito carinho e cuidado no meu coracao. Eu ja disse mil vezes e eh verdade, o que meu irmao sente eu sinto tambem e tudo o que pude sentir naquele dia foi amor. Um amor tao grande que parecia que poderiamos tocar. O Ju e a Leila sao almas gemeas, daquele tipo que voce deseja ter pra voce, eles sao um so e ocupam um espaco imenso no meu coracao.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget the day I spoke with my brother and he told me the news: "Lara you are the first to know, yesterday I proposed to Leila" Leila was my brother's girlfriend, the girlfriend who I had never met because he introduced her to my family when I was already here. But I have heard so much of her and I felt how happy he was, how happy she made him, I liked her before I met her. Then he said: "We will only set the date when we know when you can be here because I'm not getting married without you by my side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never crossed my mind to miss my brother's wedding, I never thought of the possibility of not getting my visa to come back here, this was an event that I would not miss it although many people wanted to put fear in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like they were getting ready in Brazil I was getting ready here, I could not wait because besides being the wedding of one of the most important people in my life was also almost 4 years since I last saw him and I missed him too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing him, I finally met Leila and fell in love with her, everything became clear to me and I saw that everything I ever wanted had come true, my brother really in love with someone who saw his true value, someone who loves him just like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To complete my happiness one week after I arrived in Brazil, Dave went also and I could show some of my city to him. Better than that my brother and Leila could meet him and could understand why I love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding day was one of the happiest days of my life and I keep that memory with love and care in my heart. I've said a thousand times, what my brother feels I also feel and all I could feel was love that day. A love so great that it seemed that we could touch. Ju and Leila are soul mates, the kind that you want in your life, they are one and they are always in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i6PKEdsvEC8/Tvt7ao-S3DI/AAAAAAAAE1k/VsflDoxzth4/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i6PKEdsvEC8/Tvt7ao-S3DI/AAAAAAAAE1k/VsflDoxzth4/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691278251718270002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rSQz4lgVm8k/Tvt7aocI6sI/AAAAAAAAE1M/veBOZ3feZ0k/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rSQz4lgVm8k/Tvt7aocI6sI/AAAAAAAAE1M/veBOZ3feZ0k/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691278251575012034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-giuGb01D7_E/Tvt7ag8K2oI/AAAAAAAAE1E/Zv0rF7B4aaA/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-giuGb01D7_E/Tvt7ag8K2oI/AAAAAAAAE1E/Zv0rF7B4aaA/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691278249561873026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NH9SwaXdDFM/Tvt7aacj52I/AAAAAAAAE08/fjzDXiFbt7Q/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NH9SwaXdDFM/Tvt7aacj52I/AAAAAAAAE08/fjzDXiFbt7Q/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691278247818684258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JztL3RwwSF4/Tvt7bt6_pMI/AAAAAAAAE1s/vUK0Tuo2Uvo/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JztL3RwwSF4/Tvt7bt6_pMI/AAAAAAAAE1s/vUK0Tuo2Uvo/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691278270226474178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-7474438022955638594?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/7474438022955638594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-casamento.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7474438022955638594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7474438022955638594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-casamento.html' title='O casamento'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i6PKEdsvEC8/Tvt7ao-S3DI/AAAAAAAAE1k/VsflDoxzth4/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-6766845793788122091</id><published>2011-12-15T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T17:34:57.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Anniversary</title><content type='html'>3 de Julho/2011&lt;br /&gt;Estava contando os dias para aquele momento. Ele planejou tudo e teve a certeza de que tudo seria perfeito e secreto. Acordamos e depois da apresentacao do meu power point completamente "rustico" com fotinhos do nosso ano juntos - e dois ingressos pro jogo do Red Sox - olhei pra ele e vi seus olhos cheios de lagrimas. Esses sao os momentos que eu amo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fomos para o lugar secreto que descobri ser Boston e um quarto delicioso no Renaissance. Passeamos pela cidade e a noite o jantar foi no Morton's Steakhouse (tudo planejado por ele). A melhor carne que alguem poderia comer. Lugar especial onde a garconete nos deu a sobremesa de graca por ser nossa primeira vez no restaurante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apos o jantar um passeio pela beira da agua com o morno vento do verao, e um amor que nunca vai acabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I was counting the days for that moment. He planned everything and made sure that all would be perfect and secret. We woke up and after my power point presentation (beginner level) with pictures of our year together - and 2 tickets to the Red Sox Game - I looked at him and his eyes were full of tears. These are the moments I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the secret place - Boston - and a perfect room at the Renaissance. We walked in the city e at night we had dinner at Morton's Steakhouse (all planned by him). The best meat one could ever eat. a Special place where the waitress gave us the dessert for free for being our first time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner a stroll in the Waterfront with the warm summer wind and a kind of love that will never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yH0XKswtWds/TupOxju0-0I/AAAAAAAAE0w/Wj9kJM4rJqw/s1600/room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yH0XKswtWds/TupOxju0-0I/AAAAAAAAE0w/Wj9kJM4rJqw/s320/room.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686444092820880194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GS5lMY5p85I/TupNkEmWIVI/AAAAAAAAE0M/59r-drz5nCk/s1600/dessert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GS5lMY5p85I/TupNkEmWIVI/AAAAAAAAE0M/59r-drz5nCk/s320/dessert.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686442761613877586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GU56dWIoLHI/TupN8K54U7I/AAAAAAAAE0Y/0W4U3OdgQlI/s1600/morton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GU56dWIoLHI/TupN8K54U7I/AAAAAAAAE0Y/0W4U3OdgQlI/s320/morton.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686443175623283634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pwdsJAlvZ1Q/TupOZWMqrDI/AAAAAAAAE0k/gSavSFtlLZ8/s1600/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pwdsJAlvZ1Q/TupOZWMqrDI/AAAAAAAAE0k/gSavSFtlLZ8/s320/sunset.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686443676871076914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-6766845793788122091?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/6766845793788122091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-first-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6766845793788122091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6766845793788122091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-first-anniversary.html' title='Our First Anniversary'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yH0XKswtWds/TupOxju0-0I/AAAAAAAAE0w/Wj9kJM4rJqw/s72-c/room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-7689859240185543099</id><published>2011-12-08T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T05:27:04.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentando relembrar...</title><content type='html'>Tanta coisa aconteceu desde o meu ultimo post... e as coisas vao acontecendo, acontecendo e de repente eh tanta coisa que a gente se perde e eh dificil voltar e escrever. Mas eu nao quero que todas as coisas caiam no esquecimento, por isso vou tentar voltar por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde o ano passado (por volta de Novembro) eu e o Dave ja tinhamos decidido que a distancia nao era a nossa amiga, era saudade demais... entao formamos um plano. Eu iria completar o semestre seguinte em New Jersey, nos iriamos pro Brasil juntos no meio do ano e quando voltassemos iriamos morar juntos. Foi um peso enorme tirado dos nossos ombros e passamos a contar os dias para o nosso great next move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era fora de questao ele ir se mudar pra New Jersey, o trabalho dele era em Massachusetts e eu nunca gostei de NJ anyway, New England aqui vou eu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde Janeiro comecamos a procurar um lugar que fosse perto do trabalho dele e perto do meu novo college. Era muito bom sair pra procurar mas algumas vezes estressante e decepcionante. Quando gostavamos no lugar o preco era salgado ou nao havia nenhum apartamento livre... cheguei a achar que nunca iriamos encontrar o nosso cantinho ate que por volta de Maio nos encontramos, assinamos o lease e teriamos o nosso apartamento no fim de Julho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o meu semestre acabou eu fui contar pra minha host family que eu iria passar o verao com eles em Cape Cod mas depois que eu fosse pro Brasil eu iria ficar por Massachusetts mesmo... Fiquei morrendo de medo mas no fundo eles ja sabiam, disseram que estavam felizes por mim e so me fizeram prometer que eu continuaria estudando "Se voce nao continuasse eu nao ia deixar voce ir" disse o Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entao passamos a comprar nossas coisas pro apartamento, cada fim de semana uma coisa diferente, pratos, copos, talheres, tanta coisa! E foi uma delicia porque ele se importa, ele participava de cada decisao. Aos pouquinhos nosso lugarzinho ia ter a nossa cara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fim de julho ele pegou as chaves e passamos a primeira noite aqui. Sem cama, sem moveis, sem TV, nada. So nos e um colchao de ar. Ben &amp; Jerry's e Lucky Charms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa viagem pro Brasil estava marcada pra Agosto. Iriamos em semanas diferentes mas voltariamos juntos. Antes de eu ir fizemos a mudanca. O dia finalmente tinha chegado. Depois de um inverno, primavera e mais da metade do verao aquele dia tinha chegado. O dia que comecariamos nossas vidas juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much happened since my last post... and the things start happening e suddenly there is so much to say that we fall behind. Because I don't want to forget what happened I'm gonna try to come back here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since last year (around November) me and Dave had already decided the distance wasn't our friend, we missed each other too much, every day... So we made a plan. I would finish the next semester in New Jersey, we would go to Brasil in August and when we got back we would move in together. Was a huge relief e we started to count the days to our great next move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was out of question to move to New Jersey. His job was in Massachusetts and I have never liked New Jersey anyway... New England, here I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since January we start to look for a place that was near his job and my new college. It was so good to go out and look for places but sometimes it was really stressing and disappointing. When we liked the place or it was to expensive or there was no apartments available... I started thinking we would never find our place but around May we found it, we signed the lease e we could move in at the end of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my semester ended I went to talk with my hosts that I would spent the summer on the Cape with them but after going to Brasil I wold stay in MA... I was so scared but they already knew that would happened and at the end were very happy for me, they would be there for anything I needed and made me promise I would still go to school "If you stopped studying I wouldn't' let you go" Chris said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started buying the things to our place, each weekend something new, plates, cups, silverware, so much stuff! And it was so good because he cares about everything, he was always with me helping decide. Little by little our place would have our touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of July he got our keys e we spent our first night there with no furniture, just us an air mattress. Ben &amp; Jerry's and Lucky Charms.&lt;br /&gt;Our trip to Brasil was going to be in August. We went different days but came back together. Before I went we moved our stuff. The day had finally arrived. After a very cold winter, a spring, and more than half of the summer the day had arrived. The day that we would start our lives together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Post: Our first Anniversary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-7689859240185543099?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/7689859240185543099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2011/12/tentando-relembrar.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7689859240185543099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7689859240185543099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2011/12/tentando-relembrar.html' title='Tentando relembrar...'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-2025103021265951340</id><published>2011-05-27T06:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T06:47:07.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma do Clark...</title><content type='html'>Tentando fazer a crianca ficar quieta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Clark, we cant make too much noise, let's be like spies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark: I know. I am one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O hahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-2025103021265951340?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/2025103021265951340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2011/05/mais-uma-do-clark.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/2025103021265951340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/2025103021265951340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2011/05/mais-uma-do-clark.html' title='Mais uma do Clark...'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-223929848383744023</id><published>2011-05-04T17:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T17:38:32.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She</title><content type='html'>Quando eu era crianca ela dizia que eu tinha cara de bolacha trakinas, cresci um pouco e ela me apelidou de brocoli (e nao tenho nem ideia do porque rsrsrs), ela fazia o toddy mais gostoso do mundo quando meus pais iam nos jantares do Rotary e ela que cuidava de mim. Ela cozinhava a mellhor lavagem do mundo e fazia uma omelete deliciosa.&lt;br /&gt;Ela fazia o meu cabelo antes de eu ir pro ballet ate que um dia ela se encheu, disse que nao ia fazer mais e me deixou ir para a aula com o coque todo torto... sem saber ela me deu independencia.&lt;br /&gt;O mundo dela era um misterio pra mim, por isso que eu tentava ler as agendas dela - coisa que ela sempre percebia que eu tinha feito e ai, sai de baixo! Mas eh que ela era tao linda e tao gente grande pra mim que eu queria saber como eu podia ser ela quando crescesse...&lt;br /&gt;Ela dizia que quando uma musica nao tem refrao e eh bem curtinha que a gente nao podia ouvir de novo... "o musico  - Renato Russo - quis assim", ela dizia, e eu respeitava.&lt;br /&gt;E nos brigavamos, e nos acordavamos de cara feia, e nos passavamos dias sem nos falar mas quando a coisa ficava dificil era pra ela que eu corria e era pra mim que ela vinha desabafar.&lt;br /&gt;Com ela eu tenho as piadas mais idiotas e mais engracadas do mundo, pintinho cabecudo, abacate podre, groselha azul... coisas que so ela ri como eu...&lt;br /&gt;Ela sempre foi essencial mesmo sem eu perceber, e eu acho que por muito tempo nao reconheci o quanto ela fez por mim.&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu vim pra ca nos tornamos mais proximas do que nunca, nos falavamos sempre e contavamos todos os segredos.&lt;br /&gt;Eu lembro quando ela veio me visitar de surpresa e eu ainda imatura nao a tratei tao bem quanto deveria, lembro tambem como meus sentimentos se misturaram quando ela me contou do Sean. Eu nao queira que ela se machucasse, estava feliz por ela. Sem saber o que fazer eu a desencorajei um pouco, disse que conto de fadas nao acontecia. Mas eu estava enganada...&lt;br /&gt;Quando a visitei ano passado em Vegas eu fui pronta pra recuperar todo o tempo perdido. Queria que ela nunca tivesse duvidas do quanto eu a amo. E eu recuperei. Foi uma semana tao linda e perfeita, meu presente de aniversario, ter a minha irma que eu sempre amei tanto ali comigo.&lt;br /&gt;E agora ela esta casada, e eu explodindo de felicidade por ela. Orgulhosa por ela ter feito o que ela queria, seguido o coracao. &lt;br /&gt;Deia meu bobo de camarao, voce eh a coisa mais importante desse mundo pra mim. Eu sou quem sou por causa de voce, por todo o amor que voce me deu, por todo o orgulho que voce sentiu e por todas as brigas que tivemos, principalmente porque eu sempre soube que voce estaria ali pra mim, assim como eu sempre estarei aqui pra voce.&lt;br /&gt;O dia do seu casamento foi o dia mais feliz da minha vida tambem e I'm glad que voce se casou "agora que a gente se gosta" (rsrsrsrsrs) porque fez tudo ser ainda melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca nunca duvide do meu amor por voce.&lt;br /&gt;I love you forever.&lt;br /&gt;Voce eh meu orgulho.&lt;br /&gt;Voce eh tudo pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PDNVfNaJIOg/TcHuI974vXI/AAAAAAAAEz8/mRquEbIYXx8/s1600/216213_193014337410484_100001057585727_529979_6415796_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PDNVfNaJIOg/TcHuI974vXI/AAAAAAAAEz8/mRquEbIYXx8/s200/216213_193014337410484_100001057585727_529979_6415796_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603021249257717106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-223929848383744023?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/223929848383744023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2011/05/she.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/223929848383744023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/223929848383744023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2011/05/she.html' title='She'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PDNVfNaJIOg/TcHuI974vXI/AAAAAAAAEz8/mRquEbIYXx8/s72-c/216213_193014337410484_100001057585727_529979_6415796_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-1646030064551159916</id><published>2011-04-04T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T10:46:01.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 months</title><content type='html'>It was Sunday. The alarm went off at 5:40am. He kissed me and said: I'll be right back. I fell back asleep. He came back at 6:10am gave me another kiss and a blanket. He wrapped me, picked me up and took me to the car. He drove to the beach while the sun was rising. The sky was blue, the sun strong and fresh. Our breakfast was an iced coffee and a donut. And I did not need anything else in the whole world. Just him, the blanket, the sun, and our love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-1646030064551159916?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/1646030064551159916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2011/04/9-months.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/1646030064551159916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/1646030064551159916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2011/04/9-months.html' title='9 months'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-3254460142005852617</id><published>2011-03-23T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T17:42:07.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chatting with the boss...</title><content type='html'>Chris: So, is Dave going to the wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah! He is so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: (joking mode on) So your family is gonna be able to meet your future husband &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark: ARE YOU HAVING A HUSBAND????? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark's face was the best hehehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-3254460142005852617?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/3254460142005852617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2011/03/chatting-with-boss.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/3254460142005852617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/3254460142005852617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2011/03/chatting-with-boss.html' title='Chatting with the boss...'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-8194846087247938941</id><published>2010-09-19T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T16:11:55.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The two of us together</title><content type='html'>You are everything I have always asked for. You are not afraid to say "I love you" and show your real feelings, you treat and see me like a woman, not like a little child. You are proud, you respect, love and care about me.&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me, your happy eyes shine, it feels like I'm an angel or something just as wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;You say you would drive the 4 hours that are in between us just for the night, and I believe in you. For the first time I have someone that puts me as his priority.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really think that this, you and me, would have a future, but as the days went by I caught myself waiting for the end of the day when I could see you, and feeling butterflies just to be in your presence.&lt;br /&gt;When I stayed a week far away I missed you so much, so much that I couldn't believe.&lt;br /&gt;When we decided to try you made me the happiest woman in the world.&lt;br /&gt;I try to express what I feel, I try to put into words, I try to show with my actions but I can't, it's bigger than this and it's completely new for me too.&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby, thank you for being here, thank you for being you and being everything I have always always asked for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-8194846087247938941?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/8194846087247938941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2010/09/two-of-us-together.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/8194846087247938941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/8194846087247938941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2010/09/two-of-us-together.html' title='The two of us together'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-5167506169872774487</id><published>2010-07-10T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T06:09:24.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cape</title><content type='html'>The thing is... I'm enjoying Cape Cod too much... its hard to sit here and stay in the computer when a beautiful blue sky is waiting for me outside... and beautiful beaches with a beautiful blue sea... and beautiful people...and beautiful places... hehehe well you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back soon with news. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-5167506169872774487?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/5167506169872774487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2010/07/cape.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/5167506169872774487'/><link rel='self' 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href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2010/06/paeque-central.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/8894375106610551301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/8894375106610551301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2010/06/paeque-central.html' title='Parque Central'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-6235780182004275679</id><published>2010-06-02T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T06:37:10.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May is gone..</title><content type='html'>E maio se foi. Posso dizer que esse foi um dos meus melhores meses aqui e que vou sentir saudades...&lt;br /&gt;Depois de meses de choro, tristeza e solidao, comecei a voltar a ser eu mesma.&lt;br /&gt;Revi gente que nao encontrava ha meses, pessoas especiais que por motivos banais me deixei afastar.&lt;br /&gt;Sai, ri, me diverti horrores. &lt;br /&gt;Esse foi o mes que a Bia foi embora. Eramos tao proximas quando ela chegou ha mais de um ano, mas o dia-dia nos afastou, me redimi indo dizer um "ate logo" na despedida dela em NYC, minha cidade preferida ever (cidade que eu deixei de lado e fiquei 5 meses sem visitar...), la conheci o David - que mora nos cafundos da Pennsylvania e que na nossa imaginacao mora numa fazenda com uma barn vermelha...&lt;br /&gt;No mesmo dia revi a Elaine, a minha doida preferida que conheci no meio da rua, enquanto falava no telefone com a Leticia... ela ouviu o portugues e veio na minha direcao gritando: "Voce eh brasileira!!!!" rsrsrs a ultima vez que a vi foi no meu aniversario... 9 meses atras.&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte voltei a NYC, ver a minha guria Carol e rever um dos meus favoritos, o Owen... esse sempre esta por perto quando eu preciso e a ultima vez que nos encontramos foi no Halloween... 6 meses atras.&lt;br /&gt;No meio da semana foi a festa de 5 de maio e num impulso fui visitar as meninas upstate New York. Revi a Su, conheci a Nadia. Revi a Bia, outra queridissima... a ultima vez que nos vimos? Exatamente um ano atras!&lt;br /&gt;Fim de semana e fui pra White Plains, me encontrar com o Ken (6 meses sem nos vermos) e tive uma das conversar mais deliciosas que ja tive com ele.&lt;br /&gt;Sabado, White Plains de novo, pra encontrar a doida da Elaine.&lt;br /&gt;Fim de semana seguinte, encontrei meu pote de ouro em Hoboken. Me deliciei, dancei ate 3 da manha (quando tudo fecha...) conheci o Mike e o Chris, dois queridissimos, que me fizeram rir a noite inteira. Cheguei 5 da manha em casa pra acordar as 6 com a Jeanine na minha porta, dormimos ate as 8 e meia quando a Re ligou e fomos passear em NY... passamos o dia inteiro la pra irmos de novo pra Hoboken a noite...rs &lt;br /&gt;O Mike e o Chris nos encontraram la, de novo cheguei em casa de manha, pra ir pro jogo dos Yankees com a Mi no dia seguinte...rs Saldo de sono: 6 horas entre sexta, sabado e domingo.&lt;br /&gt;Nao me aguentava em pe na segunda, mas rezava pra sexta chegar logo.&lt;br /&gt;Sabado Hoboken com a Jeanine, delicia as always.&lt;br /&gt;Fim de semana passado viajei pro Tennessee pra ver meu anjo da guarda, Shuja. Nos conhecemos ha dois anos, e eh uma pessoa que espero nunca perder.&lt;br /&gt;Visitei o posto do Army, dei uns tiros.. hehehe ouvi musica country, ganhei um chapeu de cowgirl. Fiquei triste ao voltar pois acho que alguns assuntos ficaram inacabados... enfim. &lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui tentando pensar em todas as coisas boas, mas hoje ha um misto de emocoes. Estou meio desapontada com algums pessoas, e ate comigo mesma. Ao mesmo tempo que eu tento trazer pessoas de volta a minha vida, eu acabo afastando outras.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estou triste porque briguei com o meu amigo, e mesmo que ele tenha dito que esta tudo bem, algo dentro de mim esta quebrado. Eu me sinto muito muito mal por ter o machucado e agora eu nao sei o que fazer pra tirar esse peso de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Estou triste porque ontem foi o aniversario da minha irma e eu nao tive a capacidade de fazer nada de especial, assim como no aniversario do meu irmao e no dia das maes.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que vai soar como desculpa mas aqui nao dou tanta importancia pra presentes, aqui qualquer pequeno gesto ou palavra vale muito, mas eu sei que a minha famiilia sente falta de algo mais concreto e eu nao estou sendo capaz de entregar.&lt;br /&gt;Estou triste por acreditar nas pessoas e quebrar a cara quando elas provam que nao sao dignas da minha confianca.&lt;br /&gt;Maio foi um mes muito bom, vou tentar fazer com que junho tambem seja. 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cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/TAZXwGmot_I/AAAAAAAAExE/Y6P-MPjpzkY/s200/DSC08578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478162480660789234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/TAZX7HrmdoI/AAAAAAAAExM/HnleFXVFe2Y/s1600/DSC08596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/TAZX7HrmdoI/AAAAAAAAExM/HnleFXVFe2Y/s200/DSC08596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478162669928609410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-6235780182004275679?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/6235780182004275679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2010/06/may-is-gone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6235780182004275679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6235780182004275679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2010/06/may-is-gone.html' title='May is gone..'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/TAZXOcsu2GI/AAAAAAAAEws/gsOIN_w4OZs/s72-c/29505_1452540835213_1284040410_1295356_2900700_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-1322035872533843579</id><published>2010-04-29T03:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T03:54:55.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outra pagina</title><content type='html'>Agora acabou de vez, tentamos e nao, nao me arrependi.&lt;br /&gt;Tentamos e nao, nao deu certo.&lt;br /&gt;Quero que ele ache a pessoa certa que o faca feliz, da mesma maneira que espero achar quem me faca feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Foram 5 meses que valeram a pena por varios motivos.&lt;br /&gt;Esta tudo bem por aqui. A vida segue com muito, muito a aprender e descobrir.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia vou saber o motivo para tudo isso que acontece comigo hoje. Um dia tudo isso vai fazer sentido. E eu vou rir, vou rir e agradecer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-1322035872533843579?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/1322035872533843579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2010/04/outra-pagina.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/1322035872533843579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/1322035872533843579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2010/04/outra-pagina.html' title='Outra pagina'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-286159462493289342</id><published>2010-04-07T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T05:11:38.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>Estou feliz. Bem feliz. Aquela alegria boba que te faz sorrir por nada.&lt;br /&gt;Estou me encontrando, voltando a ser eu mesma.&lt;br /&gt;Ele voltou, ligou quando eu menos esperava. Nao vejo porque nao tentar de novo, ainda mais porque agora eu tenho consciencia do que nao fazer e sei no que eu NAO quero me transformar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu falei: "agora sou eu em primeiro lugar, quer vir, venha. Mas essa sou eu. Nao quer, azar o seu, eu estou indo. Estou me encontrando, me renovando."&lt;br /&gt;As palavras do meu irmao martelam todos os dias na minha cabeca. Nunca mais deixar de ser quem eu sou. Porque tudo o que eu quero eh ser feliz. Eh ter essa alegria boba. Eh dizer bom dia pro Sol. &lt;br /&gt;Eu mereco isso.&lt;br /&gt;Ah sim, antes que digam que eu so estou assim porque ele voltou eu digo que nao, nao eh verdade. Eu estava assim antes dele reaparecer. Estou me curando daquele mal aos poucos, eh verdade. Mas quando conversamos eu vi que o arrependimento vinha dele e que eu estava pronta para seguir em frente.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo novo de novo. Eh isso o que eu quero.&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou feliz. Bem feliz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-286159462493289342?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/286159462493289342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2010/04/happiness.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/286159462493289342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/286159462493289342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2010/04/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-511388999705786297</id><published>2010-03-29T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T18:19:50.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irmaos</title><content type='html'>Eu: :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: oi irmazinha, que foi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Acabou ju&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Ahhh... que ruim... ta doendo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Ta. Sinto falta de voces, to meio perdida..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Voce nao ta perdida nao irmazinha... eu tambem sinto sua falta, muito, mas penso em voce todo dia. Voce ta precisando de um abraco ne? Bem apertado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Eh, eu to... Sabe, eu acredito que a pessoa certa esteja em algum lugar, mas eu estou cansada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Eu sei Lari... nao eh facil, nada facil achar essa pessoa. Pode ser cliche mas talvez a pessoa so apareca quando a gente para de procurar. Foi so eu decidir que nao ia namorar nunca mais que a Leila apareceu. Talvez aconteca o mesmo com voce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: rsrsrs talvez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: A gente passa tanto tempo procurando, planejando coisas em pessoas que a gente nem conhece, que nao ve o que tem em maos. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nao adianta ter uma pessoa e esperar que as coisas que ela faz e que incomodam desaparecam, ou que ela se torne o que a gente espera.&lt;br /&gt;E nem adianta se contentar com metade do que alguem oferece pra gente se o que a gente precisa eh tudo completo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguem eh feliz sozinho, mas tambem ninguem eh feliz com a pessoa errada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Ai Ju, voce ta tao certo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Isso eh excesso de coracao partido... a gente acaba aprendendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Foi o que ele disse, que nao ia poder me dar o que eu precisava... Entao que nao era justo. Mas doi ne? Pra aprender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Doi bastante mesmo... doi mais ver que a gente continua cometendo os mesmos erros com pessoas diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que so consegui enxergar o que eu estava fazendo de errado quando decidi ficar sozinho. Nao ia namorar e pronto, queria ver o que me fazia feliz, e de que forma eu tinha que fazer para ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;E de tantos rolos que me meti, acabei vendo que nessas de namorar e namorar, eu tinha esquecido quem eu era, o que eu queria...&lt;br /&gt;So depois consegui aproveitar plenamente dos meus desejos eh que comecei a ver os meus erros, de quando &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;eu tentava que outra pessoa fizesse por mim o que so eu poderia fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Acho que sou assim tambem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Nos podemos ter quem quisermos Lari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: A gente so tem que querer de verdade. Porque no fundo a gente sabe se quer aquela pessoa ou nao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Esse querer de verdade nao eh querer com todas as forcas, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;eh nao se enganar achando que o morno vai servir&lt;/span&gt; Porque nao vai. Tem que ser o quente, tem que ter o beijo, tem que ter o calor. Senao, de que adianta?&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Quer quer mingau todo dia? Alimenta mas nao satisfaz&lt;/span&gt; Nosso coracao eh assim. Ele nao quer paixao desenfreada, o amor sem linite, o Universo de emocoes o tempo todo. Ele quer o mesmo ritmo, a mesma batida, e se a gente se engana procurando todo o resto nao ouve essa batida, nao percebe a sintonia. E ai eh fato, a relacao tem hora pra acabar, e por mais que a gente nao queira ver, ela ja comeca finita. O nosso maior erro eh nao querer ver isso, achar que eh a fase onde "estamos conhecendo a pessoa ainda".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Eu fico tao carente que deixo me levar e quando acaba eu sofro, mesmo que nao valha a pena. Isso eu tenho que mudar... Porque eu  sempre comeco de boas achando nao vou me machucar, que sei o que eu estou fazendo... mas eu achoq ue nao sei nao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Voce ja passou mais de 3 meses sozinha? Sem nenhum envolvimento com ninguem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Nao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Entao, voce esta que nem eu estava. Tem que cortar esse vinculo, dar um tempo pra voce. Nossa alma precisa respirar. Gente no mundo nao falta e feia voce nao eh. Entao relaxa. Respira e volta a se conhecer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: rsrsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Porque nesse processo, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;voce ja tentou ser tantas outras pessoas, tentou se adequar a tantos gostos que talvez nem saiba mais o que esta procurando&lt;/span&gt;, por isso se sente um pouco perdida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: voce esta tao certo. Eu estou sempre me adequando aos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Pois eh, por isso voce tem que parar. Nesse tempo, se outra pessoa aparecer (e vai aparecer), voce tem que dizer nao, pra voce e pra ele. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nao eh hora ainda de pensar em ficar com ninguem. Nao enquanto voce nao se lembrar quem voce eh e do que voce quer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Ai Ju, eu sabia que tinha que ouvir voce. Te amo sabia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: Claro que sei, eu te amo infinitamente! E eu sei que voce vai ficar bem logo, deixa a dor passar, chora se tiver que chorar, fica tranquila. Take your time. Eu sou seu irmao mais velho ne, tenho que cuidar de voce sempre. Eu sinto sua falta aqui, gosto que voce saiba que eu to aqui pra te ajudar sempre que voce precisar.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele falou quando eu estava pronta pra ouvir. Posto aqui pra nunca mais esquecer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-511388999705786297?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/511388999705786297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2010/03/irmaos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/511388999705786297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/511388999705786297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2010/03/irmaos.html' title='Irmaos'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-6536242272982678322</id><published>2010-03-22T05:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T05:47:20.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slowly we are :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-6536242272982678322?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/6536242272982678322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2010/03/slowly-we-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6536242272982678322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6536242272982678322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2010/03/slowly-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-1018445714701459568</id><published>2010-03-16T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T09:25:28.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sera que podemos voltar a ser o que eramos?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-1018445714701459568?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/1018445714701459568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2010/03/sera-que-podemos-voltar-ser-o-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/1018445714701459568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/1018445714701459568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2010/03/sera-que-podemos-voltar-ser-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-3294821860043644672</id><published>2010-02-26T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T16:57:17.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu odeio ser aquela que reclama o tempo todo, mas porra ta dificil viu?&lt;br /&gt;Ando me sentindo sozinha demais, sinto falta das minhas amigas que estao longe porque sempre que eu precisava alguma delas dava um jeito de ir me ver e vice versa. Eramos tao mais cumplices! E como eramos diferentes! Mas mesmo assim uma familia. Eh foda viver sem aquela familia aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui tudo eh mais dificil, um probleminha vira um problema enorme e pra desistir de tudo nao eh necessario muito nao.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui somos mais carentes do que o normal e uma palavra um pouquinho mais torta nos machuca de verdade. Aqui somos mais idiotas, somos mais frageis, aqui um "nao" eh o fim do mundo. Ando cansada disso tudo, de nao ser reconhecida, de nao me sentir importante pros outros, de ser so mais alguem.&lt;br /&gt;Ta foda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-3294821860043644672?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/3294821860043644672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2010/02/eu-odeio-ser-aquela-que-reclama-o-tempo.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/3294821860043644672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/3294821860043644672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2010/02/eu-odeio-ser-aquela-que-reclama-o-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-8732775634770703947</id><published>2010-02-06T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T08:50:44.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schedule</title><content type='html'>Study, study, study, work, snow, more work, more snow, more study. Some kisses here and there. Music, music, drive, music, drive, more kisses. No work out (ughh), more study, business, writing, food protection, hospitality, maybe french? Tv, computer, music, work, friends, "saudade", Anna, Clark, kisses, kisses, kisses. B, books, B, B, B, kisses, dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my life now. And I pretty much like it :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-8732775634770703947?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/8732775634770703947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2010/02/schedule.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/8732775634770703947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/8732775634770703947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2010/02/schedule.html' title='Schedule'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-730916997298529803</id><published>2010-01-24T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T18:45:05.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I used to love her,&lt;br /&gt;but i had to kill her&lt;br /&gt;She bitched so much,&lt;br /&gt;she drove me nuts&lt;br /&gt;And now we're happier this way"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the last time she appeared. I've been working toooo hard to control myself, and I've been doing a very very good job. I won't let this other me, the one who doesn't think before speaks (so when open her mouth doesn't say anything useful) be on my way.&lt;br /&gt;As he said "you are a person who learn with your experiences" so I killed her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-730916997298529803?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/730916997298529803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2010/01/killer.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/730916997298529803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/730916997298529803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2010/01/killer.html' title='Killer'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-5212336234629852455</id><published>2010-01-02T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T15:12:28.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atrasada...</title><content type='html'>Me atrasei na retrospectiva...&lt;br /&gt;2009 comecou com uma festa de arromba, com todas as minhas amigas comigo. Uma a uma elas foram seguindo seus caminhos.&lt;br /&gt;Me apaixonei de novo umas 2 ou tres vezes, a ultima me fez tomar a decisao de ficar aqui e tentar mais um pouco. O amor passou, machucou, muito. Mas minha mae nao me deixou voltar pra casa. Me disse pra ficar e tentar mais.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estou, e sei que eh a coisa certa.&lt;br /&gt;2009 terminou com um saldo positivo, conheci pessoas novas e aprendi a lidar comigo, finalmente criei coragem de procurar ajuda e tentar mudar o que eu nao gostava em mim.&lt;br /&gt;2009 comecou feliz e terminou feliz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010? Esse comecou bem, com o mais doce beijo, com as mais doces palavras. Duas pessoas tentando fazer o melhor, ainda me protejo pois meu coracao nao quer mais confusao...&lt;br /&gt;"I'm yours" she said. "I'm yours" he said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-5212336234629852455?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/5212336234629852455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-atrasei-na-retrospectiva.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/5212336234629852455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/5212336234629852455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-atrasei-na-retrospectiva.html' title='Atrasada...'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-6681831214353801679</id><published>2009-12-24T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T19:27:22.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sua resposta</title><content type='html'>hahahahahahha sim somos rivais no suco, mas ainda ganho de voce, espera so, nao vou rir e derrubar suco rosa no chao, e antes disso vamos brincar de boca de jacare e abacate podre.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, somos cumplices&lt;br /&gt;Agora todo mundo ja sabe, vc pode se gabar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo vc tb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: merry xmas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-6681831214353801679?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/6681831214353801679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/12/sua-resposta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6681831214353801679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6681831214353801679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/12/sua-resposta.html' title='sua resposta'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-259410586554746485</id><published>2009-12-17T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:34:11.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anos sem passar aqui... e vai demorar mais um pouquinho...rs preciso um micro so meu!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-259410586554746485?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/259410586554746485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/12/anos-sem-passar-aqui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/259410586554746485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/259410586554746485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/12/anos-sem-passar-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-7434494236530048269</id><published>2009-11-27T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T09:52:47.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sunshine</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we are stupid, sometimes we don't behave the way we should. Like every human being I do things I will regret later. &lt;br /&gt;That's when, more than ever I need you... fuck, how is it gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;Since I put my small feet in this country I lost sooo many people, but now I feel completely lost.&lt;br /&gt;You won't be here anymore... &lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to do? You are the person who understands me the most. Someone so like me that is kinda scary when we stop and think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Who will say that everything will be ok even when you dont have a clue that will be?&lt;br /&gt;Who will say that loves me don't matter what?&lt;br /&gt;In which shoulder will I cry? Who will wipe my tears?&lt;br /&gt;You are so fuckin essencial for me Leti...&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't forget me ok? I will need you like I always did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, like I have never loved someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy my sweet sister, go shine. Your time is now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SxAQb15LbNI/AAAAAAAAEu0/BNuSDGIj14s/s1600/Picture+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SxAQb15LbNI/AAAAAAAAEu0/BNuSDGIj14s/s400/Picture+103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408841222981381330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-7434494236530048269?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/7434494236530048269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes-we-are-stupid-sometimes-we.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7434494236530048269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7434494236530048269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes-we-are-stupid-sometimes-we.html' title='My sunshine'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SxAQb15LbNI/AAAAAAAAEu0/BNuSDGIj14s/s72-c/Picture+103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-7631421712003014961</id><published>2009-11-20T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T13:59:10.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A cura</title><content type='html'>Um dia ia ter que passar ( nao que tenha ido embora por completo mas...). O seu silencio acabou sendo meu melhor remedio. Tudo o que eu temia - a ausencia - esta me fazendo esquecer. E principalmente, olhar para os lados e ver quantas pessoas me querem o bem, aaaa isso sim faz a diferenca.&lt;br /&gt;Olhares amigos, palavras sabias, convites inesperados (meus favoritos), risadas, maos, beijos, carinhos... tudo isso junto, um pouquinho de cada coisa, eh o que me faz ficar bem, eh o que me faz ser eu mesma de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Com sorriso no rosto, "caminhando e cantando e seguindo a cancao"...(rsrsrrs).&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada mais uma vez por ter me feito ficar. Nao era mesmo a minha hora de voltar... e nao vai ser tao cedo.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda tenho muito a conquistar e com os amigos que tenho aqui, vai ser facil facil ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-7631421712003014961?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/7631421712003014961/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/11/cura.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7631421712003014961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7631421712003014961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/11/cura.html' title='A cura'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-9170331128735601758</id><published>2009-11-04T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:12:13.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 31st :)</title><content type='html'>Eh o meu feriado preferido, empatado com St Patrick's Day... A energia que transborda das ruas eh impressionante, eu fico bebada de alegria. Nao vejo a hora do meu proximo, nao vejo a hora!&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Clique na musica... da um efeito especial no post...rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=177ec8d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SvGH5OEb7aI/AAAAAAAAEtM/2WWqe2QGUNI/s1600-h/12652_1259134400436_1291930910_760959_145166_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400246845292932514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SvGH5OEb7aI/AAAAAAAAEtM/2WWqe2QGUNI/s320/12652_1259134400436_1291930910_760959_145166_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SvGIZDgDKiI/AAAAAAAAEtk/1v-chKHoUpM/s1600-h/12652_1259140240582_1291930910_760980_6069144_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; 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Yankees perderam um jogo e o Phillies outro...kkkkkk nao da pra ficar assim nao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween amanha... amo amo amo!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou passar um friooooooooo hahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-4000197425229694009?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/4000197425229694009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-feliz-ate-agora.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/4000197425229694009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/4000197425229694009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-feliz-ate-agora.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-6679352948591998487</id><published>2009-10-26T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T06:21:56.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironias da minha vida...</title><content type='html'>Final do baseball: Yankees and Phillies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou torcer para que os dois percam! hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida eh muito engracadinha :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-6679352948591998487?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/6679352948591998487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/10/ironias-da-minha-vida.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6679352948591998487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6679352948591998487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/10/ironias-da-minha-vida.html' title='Ironias da minha vida...'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-2208586561527175809</id><published>2009-10-17T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:04:42.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I allowed myself to cry. Cry for me, for us and for all the fucking plans we've done.&lt;br /&gt;Cry for all the words I heard, for all the kisses I won't have.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to miss you, I didn't want to lose you, but fuck, I do, I did...&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted now was to have your arms around me and that feeling that everything would be alright and nothing, nothing would keep us apart. Because fuck (again) you told me that, anything would keep us apart.&lt;br /&gt;I could blame the PMS again but today I blame my weak heart so desperate for love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-2208586561527175809?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/2208586561527175809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-i-allowed-myself-to-cry.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/2208586561527175809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/2208586561527175809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-i-allowed-myself-to-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-338298344330480426</id><published>2009-10-14T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T06:05:39.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/StXMk61ZqMI/AAAAAAAAEsE/MzZao1MXoZs/s1600-h/DSC08088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392441063486630082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/StXMk61ZqMI/AAAAAAAAEsE/MzZao1MXoZs/s320/DSC08088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So pra dizer que to bem :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora moro aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5789857204309830711-338298344330480426?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/338298344330480426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-pra-dizer-que-to-bem-agora-moro-aqui.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/338298344330480426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/338298344330480426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-pra-dizer-que-to-bem-agora-moro-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/StXMk61ZqMI/AAAAAAAAEsE/MzZao1MXoZs/s72-c/DSC08088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-8688199737838892882</id><published>2009-10-11T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T08:44:00.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>And I'm moving today. Another house, another family, city, state. Another chapter.&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know what I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't a good night, I felt lonely and that is never good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-8688199737838892882?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/8688199737838892882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/8688199737838892882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/8688199737838892882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-9091294321695599649</id><published>2009-10-07T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T07:39:19.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Novos anjos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SsynbXNDK_I/AAAAAAAAAnY/2NOUplHxstA/s1600-h/anjos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SsynbXNDK_I/AAAAAAAAAnY/2NOUplHxstA/s320/anjos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389866942582696946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou cercada de anjos, encontro com eles todos os dias e faco questao de deixa-los saber que sem eles minha vida nao seria a mesma.&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje eu quero falar de um novo anjo que apareceu na minha vida nessas ultimas semanas. A &lt;a href="http://terapiafloral.net"&gt;Carol&lt;/a&gt; tem um blog que fala sobre florais, ela eh terapeuta floral e ao ler os posts eu me encantei. Todos nos temos coisas que queremos mudar, certos comportamentos, pensamentos que nao nos agradam e eu nao sou uma excecao. Eu sentia necessidade de mudar e estava pronta para isso (o que eh essencial) entao resovi me consultar com ela.&lt;br /&gt;Como ela mora no Canada as consultas sao feitas por email, o mais incrivel eh que a Carol tem o poder de ler nas entrelinhas, de te fazer enxergar o que realmente esta acontecendo com voce. Depois de alguns emails ela te receita os florais. Mas a melhor parte eh que ela nao me abandonou, ela segue comigo, querendo saber como estou, se preocupando.&lt;br /&gt;Ela esteve comigo esses dias, me aconselhando, me consolando e me ajudando. Da pra perceber o carinho e o cuidado dela em cada palavra, sabe uma pessoa iluminada? Pois eh...&lt;br /&gt;Carol, muito obrigada, voce esta fazendo parte da minha legiao de anjos :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-9091294321695599649?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/9091294321695599649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/10/novos-anjos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/9091294321695599649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/9091294321695599649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/10/novos-anjos.html' title='Novos anjos'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SsynbXNDK_I/AAAAAAAAAnY/2NOUplHxstA/s72-c/anjos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-7976378178055250308</id><published>2009-10-07T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T05:18:02.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do amor de irma</title><content type='html'>Do blog da minha irma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blanketofretalhos.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://blanketofretalhos.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fiquei Sabendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E meu coração virou um pontinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que bom que você está bem. Agora meu coração já é uma vírgula.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo, Lari. E esse não te será negado nunca."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ela me fez chorar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-7976378178055250308?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/7976378178055250308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-amor-de-irma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7976378178055250308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7976378178055250308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-amor-de-irma.html' title='Do amor de irma'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-1866160722986704525</id><published>2009-10-06T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T05:50:43.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing</title><content type='html'>I always wonder why people come to our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Every person that I met until now taught me something. I've grown a lot since I came to this country and I'm learning to realize faster what I want or not.&lt;br /&gt;You came to my life for a reason, you made me see what I don't like about me, but better than this made me start to change.  You decided not to be with me during this process, but you helped me start and I'm thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;I was happy with you, you made me feel beloved. Was fast, but was sincere.&lt;br /&gt;You will forever be in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Which lesson I learned? I can't just ask for the perfect guy, I need to know what I need to change to be in the same level of my perfect guy.&lt;br /&gt;If we were meant to be? I don't no.. maybe yes, maybe no. Who has the answer? Just the future... just the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-1866160722986704525?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/1866160722986704525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/10/growing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/1866160722986704525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/1866160722986704525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/10/growing.html' title='Growing'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-7970881686967826568</id><published>2009-10-05T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:04:43.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things change so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back with a better post, but I just want to register that I was very very upset 10 minutes ago. Now I'm not anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-7970881686967826568?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/7970881686967826568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-change-so-fast.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7970881686967826568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7970881686967826568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-change-so-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-5546366541188862838</id><published>2009-09-25T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T05:41:23.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mais uma vez colocando a minha vida back on track. E dessa vez meu bem... eh pra valer!&lt;br /&gt;Volto com noticias muito boas em breve ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-5546366541188862838?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/5546366541188862838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/09/mais-uma-vez-colocando-minha-vida-back.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/5546366541188862838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/5546366541188862838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/09/mais-uma-vez-colocando-minha-vida-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-3866270195847864769</id><published>2009-09-22T06:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T06:43:26.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just don't know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-3866270195847864769?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/3866270195847864769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-i-just-dont-know-what-to-do.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/3866270195847864769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/3866270195847864769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-i-just-dont-know-what-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-5354874999610767137</id><published>2009-09-08T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T06:58:56.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SqZjEiqNttI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/N5W5JxT_cto/s1600-h/DSC08039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SqZjEiqNttI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/N5W5JxT_cto/s320/DSC08039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379095734615127762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't need a reason or a special date. He really does that stuff because he wants too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-5354874999610767137?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/5354874999610767137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-doesnt-need-reason-or-special-date.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/5354874999610767137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/5354874999610767137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-doesnt-need-reason-or-special-date.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SqZjEiqNttI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/N5W5JxT_cto/s72-c/DSC08039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-9011494872082113930</id><published>2009-09-01T06:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T06:54:03.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you already</title><content type='html'>Is never easy to see someone leaving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck my love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sp0nINBe7II/AAAAAAAAAnI/xPRbjk6gnsw/s1600-h/DSC07982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sp0nINBe7II/AAAAAAAAAnI/xPRbjk6gnsw/s320/DSC07982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376496552038558850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sp0m8f7EfSI/AAAAAAAAAnA/iINQ67qEnms/s1600-h/DSC07927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sp0m8f7EfSI/AAAAAAAAAnA/iINQ67qEnms/s320/DSC07927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376496350953504034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sp0mzCF0GcI/AAAAAAAAAm4/mavU-lyW218/s1600-h/gi,+eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sp0mzCF0GcI/AAAAAAAAAm4/mavU-lyW218/s320/gi,+eu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376496188326681026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-9011494872082113930?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/9011494872082113930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing-you-already.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/9011494872082113930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/9011494872082113930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing-you-already.html' title='Missing you already'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sp0nINBe7II/AAAAAAAAAnI/xPRbjk6gnsw/s72-c/DSC07982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-433691146760074661</id><published>2009-08-30T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:39:33.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The things are starting to get clear...</title><content type='html'>Por algum motivo (nao sei se eh a visita dos meus pais ou se eh apenas mais clareza na mente...) mas eu estou com uma sensacao de que as mudancas na minha vida virao mais cedo do que eu esperava... as mudancas boas estao por vir.&lt;br /&gt;Se antes tudo estava confuso na minha cabeca, hoje eu tenho mais do que certeza do que eu quero e vou o mais rapido possivel arranjar uma maneira de alcancar meu objetivo.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu so vejo a minha vida de uma maneira, uma pessoa entrou nela de um jeito avassalador e nao consigo mais me imaginar sem esse sentimento. Ao pensar em tudo o que vai acontecer meu coracao se enche de esperanca, e alegria. Eh uma certeza absurda de que estou no caminho certo.&lt;br /&gt;Meu coracao nunca esteve tao certo, tao completo, tao pronto. Esta eh uma parte resolvida na minha vida, eu nunca estive tao feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason ( I don't know if is my parents visit or if I cleared my mind in some way) but I have a feeling my life will change soon... the good changes are coming.&lt;br /&gt;If my mind was confused before, today I'm sure of what I want and I'll do everything I can (as fast as I can) to have everything I want.&lt;br /&gt;Today, when I look into my future I know how will be, someone is making all the difference and I can't imagine myself without this feeling. My heart is fulfilled with hope and happiness. I'm pretty sure I'm on the right way.&lt;br /&gt;My heart was never that ready, I was never that happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-433691146760074661?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/433691146760074661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-are-starting-to-get-clear.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/433691146760074661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/433691146760074661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-are-starting-to-get-clear.html' title='The things are starting to get clear...'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-616629784594503071</id><published>2009-08-29T11:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T11:24:29.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SplyWJXIueI/AAAAAAAAAmw/wQgMrGy_eUc/s1600-h/rain-1_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SplyWJXIueI/AAAAAAAAAmw/wQgMrGy_eUc/s320/rain-1_medium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375453355039046114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevi e apaguei varias vezes, os assuntos eram diferentes. Nao consigo colocar as ideias em ordem. Minha cabeca (e meu coracao) estao em ebulicao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferias de novo, pais vindo visitar, hora de ir embora chegando, saudade, frustracoes, amor, planos, planos, planos... nao vejo a hora dessa vida acabar, it's enough for me. I'm ready for my new life.&lt;br /&gt;Rainy days are sadder when you are not with me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-616629784594503071?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/616629784594503071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/08/escrevi-e-apaguei-varias-vezes-os_29.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/616629784594503071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/616629784594503071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/08/escrevi-e-apaguei-varias-vezes-os_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SplyWJXIueI/AAAAAAAAAmw/wQgMrGy_eUc/s72-c/rain-1_medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-2811176447437354446</id><published>2009-08-20T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T02:50:12.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="132" width="353"&gt;I turn off the lights, close my eyes, listen to the song... thinking of you I couldn't stop smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=8dce9e0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" height="132" width="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-2811176447437354446?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/2811176447437354446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/08/truth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/2811176447437354446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/2811176447437354446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/08/truth.html' title='The truth'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-2294322194810443463</id><published>2009-08-18T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T07:22:42.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy, happy b-day :)</title><content type='html'>Eu nunca tive um grupo tao grande de amigos... meus amigos aqui sao mais que verdadeiros e sao essenciais pra minha felicidade... por isso o meu aniversario foi maravilhoso.&lt;br /&gt;Ver todo mundo que eu amo de paixao chegando, sentando, bebendo, se divertindo... foi simplesmente o maximo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca vou esquecer essa data... nao tenho muito o que falar. o Sentimento eh grande o suficiente :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Soq5Cgxe2ZI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Rni57h7maSE/s1600-h/DSC07898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Soq5Cgxe2ZI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Rni57h7maSE/s400/DSC07898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371308958401091986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Soq4-ceiEGI/AAAAAAAAAmY/39okF6uWgKQ/s1600-h/DSC07899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Soq4-ceiEGI/AAAAAAAAAmY/39okF6uWgKQ/s400/DSC07899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371308888528392290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Soq46zabnJI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/_ffjBGMnIJE/s1600-h/DSC07913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; 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height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Soq4zkk7YKI/AAAAAAAAAmA/OEijyFEq750/s400/DSC07905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371308701724139682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Soq4tQPu7bI/AAAAAAAAAl4/q6xkZ81Sn3M/s1600-h/DSC07896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Soq4tQPu7bI/AAAAAAAAAl4/q6xkZ81Sn3M/s400/DSC07896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371308593187319218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-2294322194810443463?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/2294322194810443463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-happy-b-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/2294322194810443463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/2294322194810443463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-happy-b-day.html' title='Happy, happy b-day :)'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Soq5Cgxe2ZI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Rni57h7maSE/s72-c/DSC07898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-9072762430109147166</id><published>2009-08-14T05:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T06:40:38.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's the celebration begin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SoVWBIuHXlI/AAAAAAAAAlU/dFGZWO-DpKw/s1600-h/DSC07894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SoVWBIuHXlI/AAAAAAAAAlU/dFGZWO-DpKw/s400/DSC07894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369792708229946962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desco as escadas, vou pro basement pego as roupas limpas pra dobrar, subo as escadas, comeco a dobrar as roupas. Olho para a mesa, um bolo... olho para o teto: um balao. Penso: esse povo tem cada uma! Ai Susan diz: "HAPPY BIRTHDAY! IT'S A GIRL!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hein???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho, dou risada e ela diz: isso eh pra voce.. parabens! Eu achava que no balao deveria estar escrito Happy Birthday, mas o Steve achou mais legal o "It's a girl!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahaha jura???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acendo as velinhas, ganho cartao, faco o meu pedido e corto meu bolo de baixo para cima, (pra subir na vida... sabe como eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So um pequeno detalhe... eles acham que meu aniversario eh domingo, mas eh amanha... rs tudo bem, eles nunca descobrirao a verdade. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei muito surpresa, muito feliz... vou sentir falta desses pequenos gestos de carinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go downstairs to the basement, take the clean clothes to fold, go upstairs, start to fold the clothes. Ilook to the table, a cake... look up: a ballon. I think: this people are crazy! Then Susan says:  "HAPPY BIRTHDAY! IT'S A GIRL!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look to her, laugh and she says: this s for you... congratulations! For me the ballon should say Happy birthday but Steve liked the "It's a girl!" better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahahahahaha really????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They light the candles, give me a card, I make my wish and cut the cake starting from the botton, a brazilian tradition... I explain to you later ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little detail... they think my birthday is Sunday... but is tomorrow... lol it's fine, they will never discover the truth :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised, very happy... I'll miss their kindness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-9072762430109147166?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/9072762430109147166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-celebration-begin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/9072762430109147166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/9072762430109147166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-celebration-begin.html' title='Let&apos;s the celebration begin!'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SoVWBIuHXlI/AAAAAAAAAlU/dFGZWO-DpKw/s72-c/DSC07894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-6049203453070736759</id><published>2009-08-10T05:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:33:52.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I trust, I believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SoAXqJ9qysI/AAAAAAAAAlM/FEJu-iLj3zw/s1600-h/kima18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SoAXqJ9qysI/AAAAAAAAAlM/FEJu-iLj3zw/s400/kima18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368316768822151874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;H&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt; o fogo e a calmaria. H&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt; a  certeza, a seguranca. As palavras n&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ã&lt;/span&gt;o s&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ã&lt;/span&gt;o jogadas ao vento, a toa. Elas t&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ê&lt;/span&gt;m significado, elas s&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ão &lt;/span&gt;reais.  &lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voc&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ê&lt;/span&gt; perguntou se eu  j&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt; tinha sentido isso, (essa urg&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ê&lt;/span&gt;ncia, essa necessidade) por outro alguem em t&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ã&lt;/span&gt;o pouco tempo... eu disse que sim - porque afinal meu bem,  eu sou a Larissa, a que est&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt; sempre amando alguem -  mas nenhum deles me fez t&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ã&lt;/span&gt;o feliz em t&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ã&lt;/span&gt;o pouco tempo. Pelo contr&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;rio, em  t&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ã&lt;/span&gt;o pouco tempo muitos deles foram capazes de deixar  meu cora&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ç&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ã&lt;/span&gt;o dolorido, em  peda&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ç&lt;/span&gt;os, como se nunca fosse se recuperar.&lt;br /&gt;Em  t&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ã&lt;/span&gt;o pouco tempo eu era capaz de achar mil e um  defeitos (mesmo estando "perdidamente apaixonada") mas os escondia pois sempre  tinha a esperan&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ç&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a daquele  ser "the one" e fazendo isso me enganava. Ainda estou procurando os seus  defeitos...&lt;br /&gt;Com voc&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ê&lt;/span&gt; n&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ã&lt;/span&gt;o  h&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt; medo, seus olhos (f&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;ceis  de ler) n&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ã&lt;/span&gt;o conseguem mentir. As coisas que voc&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ê&lt;/span&gt; me diz n&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ã&lt;/span&gt;o podem ser mentira,  ninguem &lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ã&lt;/span&gt;o bom ator,  mesmo nesse pouco tempo voc&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ê&lt;/span&gt; j&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt; teria me mostrado o seu lado negro (todos mostram um  dia).&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ã&lt;/span&gt;o &lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt; so o fato das  mil e uma coincid&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ê&lt;/span&gt;ncias, como tudo conspirou a nosso  favor para nos conhecermos...&lt;br /&gt;Quando voc&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ê&lt;/span&gt; me  abra&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ç&lt;/span&gt;a &lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt; como se o mundo  n&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ã&lt;/span&gt;o precisasse existir, &lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt; o  suficiente pra mim, &lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt; prote&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ç&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ã&lt;/span&gt;o suficiente, nada pode me  atingir. Quando voc&lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;ê&lt;/span&gt; me olha como se nada mais no  mundo importasse, &lt;span id="brtpTexto"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt; nesse momento que eu acredito, eu  confio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;There's fire and calmness. There's the certainty,  security. The words are not thrown to the wind, for nothing. They mean  something, they are real.&lt;br /&gt;You asked if I had felt this (such urgency) for  someone else in such short time ... I said yes - because after all babe, I am  Larissa, the one who is always in love - but none of them made me so happy.  Rather, in such a short time many of them were able to leave my heart sore, in  pieces, feeling like would never recover.&lt;br /&gt;In such a short time I was able to  find a thousand defects (even when I was "madly in love") but, hoping I had  found "the one" I pretend everything was fine, fooling myself. I'm still looking  for your defects ...&lt;br /&gt;With you there is no fear, your eyes (easy to read)  can't lie. The things you say can't be lies, no one can be such good actor, even  in this short time you would have shown me your dark side (everyone does that one day).&lt;br /&gt;Is not just the the thousand coincidences, how everything conspired  for us to meet ...&lt;br /&gt;When you hug me is like the world doesn't need to be  there, is enough for me, is enough protection, nothing can hurt me. When you  look at me as if nothing else in the world matters, it is in this moment that I believe, I  trust.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5789857204309830711-6049203453070736759?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/6049203453070736759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-trust-i-believe-with-text-now.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6049203453070736759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6049203453070736759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-trust-i-believe-with-text-now.html' title='I trust, I believe'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SoAXqJ9qysI/AAAAAAAAAlM/FEJu-iLj3zw/s72-c/kima18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-4082341984794504054</id><published>2009-08-04T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:56:17.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ai ai ai ai...</title><content type='html'>This time everything looks so simple, so right...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going nuts thinking if you really mean everything you say, if you are saying the truth...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm blind but I believe.&lt;br /&gt;This time is just different, I feel different....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued... hahahahahhaa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vez tudo parece tao simples, tao certo...&lt;br /&gt;Nao estou enlouquecendo pensando se voce realmente esta falando a verdade...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu esteja cega, mas eu acredito.&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vez eh diferente, meu sentimento eh diferente...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-4082341984794504054?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-8370632236759378344</id><published>2009-08-03T10:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T11:06:09.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey you...</title><content type='html'>... welcome to my life ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-8370632236759378344?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/8370632236759378344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-know-you-are-here-lol.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/8370632236759378344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/8370632236759378344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-know-you-are-here-lol.html' title='Hey you...'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-736680301612430397</id><published>2009-08-03T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:46:02.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Canyon e Vegas day 6 e 7</title><content type='html'>Bom... pra finalizar bem rapidinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O CANYON EH MARAVILHOSO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VEGAS? Censurado... hahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Ah sim, fui assistir Cirque du Soleil la... lagriminhas rolaram... just perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Snch9aRSVyI/AAAAAAAAAk0/f1ctA_Kv3pc/s1600-h/DSC07811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Snch9aRSVyI/AAAAAAAAAk0/f1ctA_Kv3pc/s320/DSC07811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365794819942799138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SnciHSbspDI/AAAAAAAAAk8/JoI08yal-tg/s1600-h/DSC07757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SnciHSbspDI/AAAAAAAAAk8/JoI08yal-tg/s320/DSC07757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365794989637674034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-736680301612430397?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/736680301612430397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/08/grand-canyon-e-vegas-day-6-e-7.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/736680301612430397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/736680301612430397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/08/grand-canyon-e-vegas-day-6-e-7.html' title='Grand Canyon e Vegas day 6 e 7'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Snch9aRSVyI/AAAAAAAAAk0/f1ctA_Kv3pc/s72-c/DSC07811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-2893304893565226</id><published>2009-07-31T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:04:21.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe in love at first sight? lol</title><content type='html'>Foi assim com ela, desde a primeira vez. Era como se a gente ja se conhecesse...&lt;br /&gt;Nesse tempo todo (mais de um ano agora!) a gente ja viajou, riu, chorou, brigou, ficou sem se falar, voltou a se falar, riu de novo... crescemos.&lt;br /&gt;Sexta passada eu estava total bored em casa, sem saber o que seria do meu final de semana e eu resolvi me convidar pra casa dela... hahahaha claro que ela falou que "sim! venha! aaai vou adorar!!!" ai fui de mala e cuia pra NJ.&lt;br /&gt;O que a gente precisa pra se divertir? Umas Blue Moons, Sex on the Beach, uns shots de Patron e bobagem, muita bobagem pra falar, muitas historias pra contar, provas de fidelidade... o que faz a nossa amizade continuar deliciosa eh o fato de percebermos o que a outra esta sentindo, o que esta pensando e fazer de tudo para deixar a outra feliz.&lt;br /&gt;A coisa boa eh que essa amizade vai continuar no Brasil. Somos vizinhas. Tem coisa melhor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dona Corine AngUUUlo, I love you hihhhihihi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SnMHokSfG9I/AAAAAAAAAks/4hTIk_Zw9x8/s1600-h/DSC08082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SnMHokSfG9I/AAAAAAAAAks/4hTIk_Zw9x8/s320/DSC08082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364639974645767122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-2893304893565226?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/2893304893565226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-believe-in-love-at-first-sight.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/2893304893565226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/2893304893565226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-believe-in-love-at-first-sight.html' title='Do you believe in love at first sight? lol'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SnMHokSfG9I/AAAAAAAAAks/4hTIk_Zw9x8/s72-c/DSC08082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-7559655270551782613</id><published>2009-07-27T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:51:27.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque eu amo o meu irmao</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"eu comprei o celular menos caro&lt;br /&gt;o numero eh perfeito **** 9584, 95 de 9 de maio e 84 do ano do seu nascimento, olha que lindo!&lt;br /&gt;esse numero eu nao largo nunca mais!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9 de maio eh o aniversario dele...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-7559655270551782613?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/7559655270551782613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/07/porque-eu-amo-o-meu-irmao_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7559655270551782613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7559655270551782613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/07/porque-eu-amo-o-meu-irmao_27.html' title='Porque eu amo o meu irmao'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-6167116222141707978</id><published>2009-07-27T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:46:54.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down the coast,  LA and Santa Monica - Day 3, 4 and 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sm3H_q9wF5I/AAAAAAAAAkM/1L5KtsOefjY/s1600-h/DSC07566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sm3H_q9wF5I/AAAAAAAAAkM/1L5KtsOefjY/s200/DSC07566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363162627947108242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saimos cedinho do hotel rumo a Highway 1, a estrada que beira a California.&lt;br /&gt;Eh algo sem palavras, maravilhoso, lindo, lindo, lindo. De se arrepiar mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Demora muito pra chegar a LA mas eh completamente valido, voce "perde" um di&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;a dirigind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o, mas a experiencia... aaaa eh excepcional!&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos em LA a noitinha sem condicoes de fazer nada... direto pra cama!&lt;br /&gt;O nosso hotel em LA foi o Hollywood Downtowner, muito bom, com um cafe da manha joia, e super bem localizado, na Hollywood Boulevard.&lt;br /&gt;Em LA voce realmente precisa de carro, eh tudo muito muito longe e o transporte publico nao eh tao bom quanto em San Fran. De manha fomos pra calcada da fama e tiramos fotinhos em mil e uma estrelinhas. A do Michael Jackson estava cercada e quando voce tirava a foto um seguranca pedia para v&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sm3IZaOF1aI/AAAAAAAAAkU/kC0NjadY1xQ/s1600-h/DSC01037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sm3IZaOF1aI/AAAAAAAAAkU/kC0NjadY1xQ/s200/DSC01037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363163070128838050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oce liberar o local...rsrsrs estavamos la bem no dia do funeral dele.. enfim... de la fomos pro Hollywood Sign. Na verdade voce nao pode ira ate la, mas voce consegue tirar umas boas fotos beeem de longe...hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Depois disso Bervely Hills, Warner Bros, Universal (so passamos na frente), e tentamos ir na Rodeo Drive, mas o transito era um inferno e nos estressamos... desistimos, afinal temos a 5ª Avenida aqui em NY e eh a mesmissima coisa...rsrsrsrsrsrsrrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite fomos para um pub e so... digo que me decepcionei com LA, achei suja, estranha, sem muita coisa pra fazer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sm3Ih5vD74I/AAAAAAAAAkc/9HqwJRAcePw/s1600-h/DSC07719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sm3Ih5vD74I/AAAAAAAAAkc/9HqwJRAcePw/s200/DSC07719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363163216027578242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No outro dia fomos pra Santa Monica... aaa la valeu a pena! Ficamos fritando no sol, admirando a "paisagem" hehehehehe fomos no pier, depois tentamos ir pra Malibu, mas o estacionamento era caro demais e as Au Pairs aqui estava ja meio quebradas...rs&lt;br /&gt;Fomos a Venica Beach e acabaos o dia num restaurante gostosinho na beira da praia... vimos o Sunset e nos despedimos da California.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-6167116222141707978?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/6167116222141707978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/07/down-coast-la-and-santa-monica-day-3-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6167116222141707978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6167116222141707978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/07/down-coast-la-and-santa-monica-day-3-4.html' title='Down the coast,  LA and Santa Monica - Day 3, 4 and 5'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sm3H_q9wF5I/AAAAAAAAAkM/1L5KtsOefjY/s72-c/DSC07566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-5599771978660569562</id><published>2009-07-24T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T04:03:48.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu, nos mesmos passos dela...</title><content type='html'>Alguem conseguiu descrever o que eu sinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Despedaçaram minha auto-estima e fizeram com que os cacos do que um dia eu fui caminhassem lentamente para a lata de lixo mais próxima. Não sei mais quem sou, o que sou, por onde andam meus pés, do que sou capaz e nem mesmo se sou capaz de algo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrever, inclusive, está entre as cinco mais que, hoje, eu menos sei fazer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sigaaondevaomeuspes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sigaaondevaomeuspes.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tanto que copiei isso de outro blog...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-5599771978660569562?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/5599771978660569562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/07/despedacaram-minha-auto-estima-e.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/5599771978660569562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/5599771978660569562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/07/despedacaram-minha-auto-estima-e.html' title='Eu, nos mesmos passos dela...'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-144136996089720553</id><published>2009-07-21T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:10:50.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Francisco - day 2</title><content type='html'>Acordamos menos cansadas do que imaginavamos... o céu estava nublado e ventava demais. San Francisco nao é uma cidade quente, mesmo no verao ela é no maximo amena, e venta, como venta!&lt;br /&gt;Fomos ao Yerba Buena Gardens onde tem o memorial do Martin Luther King Jr. De la passamos pelo San Francisco Museum of Modern Art e rumamos para o ponto inicial do Cable Car. A fila é grande mas vale muito a pena, ela anda bem rapidinho e quando voce menos espera ja é a sua vez. Para dar mais emocao fomos penduradinhas do lado de fora... hahahaha uma delicia!! Sao 5 dolares que valem a pena.. afinal, quando é que vamos voltar pra la?&lt;br /&gt;A vista era linda, a gente via a ilha de Alcatraz ao fundo e aquele mar incrivel. No caminho ainda avistamos a Golden Gate... sem brincadeira, nao da pra desc&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SmX0oIMndCI/AAAAAAAAAjs/zPHGHq-HxfM/s1600-h/DSC00982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SmX0oIMndCI/AAAAAAAAAjs/zPHGHq-HxfM/s200/DSC00982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360959901686789154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rever a emocao nao.&lt;br /&gt;No final o frio era muito grande. Descemos em frente ao Buena Vista Cafe, e entramos para o famoso Cafe Viennense. Eles dizem que foram eles quem inventaram... é uma mistura de cafe quente, leite, whisky irlandes e um creminho por cima... aiaiai show de bola, matou o frio e nos deixou bem alegrinhas... hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;De la fomos para a regiao do Embarcadero, onde tem os Piers, a fome bateu e mandamos um Clam Chowder no pao italiano cada uma... (alegria, alegria)&lt;br /&gt;Pegamos o onibus que ia ate a Coit Tower onde voce consegue ver a cidade inteirinha. Voltamos pelas escadas de Telegraph Hill, o que eh uma graca pois voce desce em meio as casas.. ai voce imagina quem mora ali e tem que fazer aquilo todo dia... nao é facil nao, sao muitas ladeiras ingremes, muitas escadas... so posso dizer que cansa, mas vale a pena :)&lt;br /&gt;Pegamos o Street car e descemos no Castro, o bairro gay de San Fran. Eh la que tem a famosa bandeira do arco iris bem no meio de uma praca, enorme, linda!&lt;br /&gt;Uma coisa eu d&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SmX0zZaMTOI/AAAAAAAAAj0/qgYXRtfoGZw/s1600-h/DSC07442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SmX0zZaMTOI/AAAAAAAAAj0/qgYXRtfoGZw/s200/DSC07442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360960095285693666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;evo dizer, so venha para San Francisco se voce é uma pessoa livre de preconceitos, la cada um é o que quer e ninguem tem nada a ver com isso. Se voce é preconceituoso, a unica coisa que vai enxergar   sao os homossexuais e nao vai conseguir aproveitar a cidade...&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, depois disso fizemos o caminho de volta no street car e fomos conhecer a prefeitura (LINDA!!!) e o Centro Civico, depois pegamos o carro e fomos para a Golden Gate Brigde. Antes demos uma parada no Palace of Fine Arts (lindo, lindo, lindo), depois fomos ao Fort Po&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SmX1SrtMHbI/AAAAAAAAAkE/5PWqxwEbIRA/s1600-h/DSC07473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SmX1SrtMHbI/AAAAAAAAAkE/5PWqxwEbIRA/s200/DSC07473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360960632773156274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;int, que fica bem embaixo da ponte, e foi construido para proteger San Fran de ataques durante a Guerra Civil.&lt;br /&gt;Largamos o carro no estacionamento da ponte e fomos caminhar. Nao atravessamos pois o vento era insuportavel, doia nos ossos, mas ah... como ela é linda!&lt;br /&gt;Ultima parada O'Reilys Pub, uma cervejinha e uma sopinha irlandesa, perfeito para dizer adeus a essa cidade que ficou no meu coracao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-144136996089720553?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/144136996089720553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/07/san-francisco-day-2.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/144136996089720553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/144136996089720553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/07/san-francisco-day-2.html' title='San Francisco - day 2'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SmX0oIMndCI/AAAAAAAAAjs/zPHGHq-HxfM/s72-c/DSC00982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-2561952234580378803</id><published>2009-07-14T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T07:40:17.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Francisco - day 1</title><content type='html'>Eu nunca pensei em ir pra San Fran, mas depois que decidimos a viagem eu estava completamente ansiosa pra conhecer a cidade. O que posso dizer é que superou em muito as minhas expectativas...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SlyWTjQXPWI/AAAAAAAAAiM/W3QtAnGvKfA/s1600-h/DSC07334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SlyWTjQXPWI/AAAAAAAAAiM/W3QtAnGvKfA/s200/DSC07334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358322919289601378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegamos o voo as 8:25 em NY e chegamos la as 11:45. Pegamos as malas, o carro e fomos para o hotel. Ficamos no &lt;span id="travel_item_header_hotel_name"&gt;Knights Inn, com cafe da manha (um bolinho, suco de laranja e cafe...) e estacionamento. Bem localizado fomos andando pra Chinatown, um bairro bem tradicional, com bastante restaurantes, lojinhas, arquitetura chinesa pra todos os lados. Andamos muito pela cidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="travel_item_header_hotel_name"&gt; fom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="travel_item_header_hotel_name"&gt;os ao Cable Car Museum, subimos e descemos ladeiras, vimos a arquitetura fofissima das casinhas de la. Em Chinatown fica a Gol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SlyXboWwwGI/AAAAAAAAAic/HfRLzdH4FH4/s1600-h/DSC07354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SlyXboWwwGI/AAAAAAAAAic/HfRLzdH4FH4/s200/DSC07354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358324157609197666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="travel_item_header_hotel_name"&gt;den Gate Cookie Factory, uma fabrica minuscula de biscoitinhos da sorte, mas nao se engane pelo tamanho, eles vendes os biscoitos para o pais inteiro. O mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="travel_item_header_hotel_name"&gt;engracado &lt;/span&gt;é que se voce quiser tirar foto das chinesinhas fazendo o biscoito tem que pagar 50 cents... rsrsrsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;Compramos um pacotao de biscoito, tiramos uma fotinho e fomos pra North Beach, o bairro italiano de San Fran. Simplesmente DELICIOSO!!!! Cafes por todos os lados, restaurantes... aaa que delicia. Tiramos uma foto no "The Condor", diz a placa na parede do bar que la aconteceu o primeiro show &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SlyXm-t6eaI/AAAAAAAAAik/zEoogsik0fg/s1600-h/DSC07361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SlyXm-t6eaI/AAAAAAAAAik/zEoogsik0fg/s200/DSC07361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358324352590444962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;de topless e bottonless do mundo...hahaha vai saber!&lt;br /&gt;Nisso ja eram umas 6 da tarde, paramos no L'Osteria del Forno, outro restaurante pequenininho mas delicioso, para jantar.&lt;br /&gt;Como era 4 de julho fomos (andando) ate o Pier para assistir aos fogos. Acho que nunca andei tanto num dia so... hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos no Pier 1, fomos andando ate o 39, assistimos aos fogos (bonitos, mas nao maravilhosos) e voltamos andando pro hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Foi um dia maravilhoso, que nos deixou esgotadas mas muito felizes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SlyYT-XUusI/AAAAAAAAAjE/ixtdia__1-Y/s1600-h/DSC07375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SlyYT-XUusI/AAAAAAAAAjE/ixtdia__1-Y/s200/DSC07375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358325125589809858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-2561952234580378803?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/2561952234580378803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/07/san-francisco-day-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/2561952234580378803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/2561952234580378803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/07/san-francisco-day-1.html' title='San Francisco - day 1'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SlyWTjQXPWI/AAAAAAAAAiM/W3QtAnGvKfA/s72-c/DSC07334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-3664415268309131079</id><published>2009-07-12T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T08:20:58.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the paradise</title><content type='html'>A seguir cenas do proximo capitulo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sln-Dk5R0hI/AAAAAAAAAhc/KSNFHVHf7JM/s1600-h/DSC07474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sln-Dk5R0hI/AAAAAAAAAhc/KSNFHVHf7JM/s320/DSC07474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357592569130897938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sln-Mx0lk0I/AAAAAAAAAhk/RKHh9D62260/s1600-h/DSC07656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sln-Mx0lk0I/AAAAAAAAAhk/RKHh9D62260/s320/DSC07656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357592727219704642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sln_C77l_nI/AAAAAAAAAh8/yEaZ8WH3_t4/s1600-h/DSC07763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sln_C77l_nI/AAAAAAAAAh8/yEaZ8WH3_t4/s320/DSC07763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357593657646382706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-3664415268309131079?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/3664415268309131079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-from-paradise.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/3664415268309131079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/3664415268309131079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-from-paradise.html' title='Back from the paradise'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sln-Dk5R0hI/AAAAAAAAAhc/KSNFHVHf7JM/s72-c/DSC07474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-3902745483539438156</id><published>2009-06-15T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T10:42:38.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love u all</title><content type='html'>Aqui nessa terra voce aprende a tomar conta de si, ninguem volta pra casa ileso, isso eh fato...rs&lt;br /&gt;Mas alem disso voce tambem aprende a tomar conta dos outros, a gente muitas vezes eh responsavel pela felicidade dos amigos (muito mais do que no Brasil, podem ter certeza). Aqui somos indispensaveis pra muita gente, assim como muita gente eh indispensavel pra nos tambem.&lt;br /&gt;Complicado? Nao, nao, de jeito nenhum.&lt;br /&gt;Isso se chama "amizade verdadeira".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SjaH1EvuYqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/AGF9Y3bpuvU/s1600-h/DSC07279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SjaH1EvuYqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/AGF9Y3bpuvU/s320/DSC07279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347610953425773218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SjaH0_p1MPI/AAAAAAAAAhM/uEI5oOflq7E/s1600-h/DSC07265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SjaH0_p1MPI/AAAAAAAAAhM/uEI5oOflq7E/s320/DSC07265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347610952058876146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SjaH0kScQAI/AAAAAAAAAhE/2rvB8OWGXVE/s1600-h/DSC05174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SjaH0kScQAI/AAAAAAAAAhE/2rvB8OWGXVE/s320/DSC05174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347610944713015298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SjaH0Bbs2xI/AAAAAAAAAg8/rNx8fwumd5Q/s1600-h/DSC05170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SjaH0Bbs2xI/AAAAAAAAAg8/rNx8fwumd5Q/s320/DSC05170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347610935356611346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus findis estao cada vez mais especiais! (Faltou a Le, mas so espera ela fazer 21... ai o negocio vai ser bom!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-3902745483539438156?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/3902745483539438156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-u-all.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/3902745483539438156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/3902745483539438156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-u-all.html' title='Love u all'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SjaH1EvuYqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/AGF9Y3bpuvU/s72-c/DSC07279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-5807502515996574669</id><published>2009-06-12T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:48:22.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marte em Trígono com Vênus natal (!?)</title><content type='html'>Cara, eu ja disse que adoro horoscopos?? hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marte em Trígono com Vênus natal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Este aspecto reforça a sua sensualidade. A sua mente estará povoada pelas energias da paixão. Isso poderá fazer com que veja as pessoas sob uma nova ótica. Em outras palavras, você se sentirá atraído por quem entrar em seu campo visual. Como a sua fantasia está muito estimulada, tenha muita atenção ao que estiver fazendo! Você sabe, todo o cuidado é pouco. Agora você ficará sonhando de os olhos abertos, planejando como trazer para o mundo real o que está vendo no mundo imaginário. Se o seu parceiro estiver aberto a novas experiências, não há limites para vocês. Só não se esqueçam de ser discretos publicamente. Afinal, existem certas regras de conduta, e vocês num desses arroubos poderão parar numa delegacia de polícia. E o que vão dizer ao delegado? Que é tudo culpa dos astros? De fato é, mas talvez ele não acredite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, hj eh sexta feira e a noite promete... hahahaha depois dessa acho melhor eu tomar cuidado mesmo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-5807502515996574669?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/5807502515996574669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/06/marte-em-trigono-com-venus-natal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/5807502515996574669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/5807502515996574669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/06/marte-em-trigono-com-venus-natal.html' title='Marte em Trígono com Vênus natal (!?)'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-5884553332302695823</id><published>2009-05-28T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:28:05.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The truth is I wasn't feeling the butterflies anymore...&lt;br /&gt;The truth is I'm much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade eh que eu ja nao sentia mais as tais borboletas... ja fazia algum tempo...&lt;br /&gt;A verdade eh que estou bem melhor agora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-5884553332302695823?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/5884553332302695823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/05/verdade-eh-que-eu-ja-nao-senti-mais-as.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/5884553332302695823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/5884553332302695823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/05/verdade-eh-que-eu-ja-nao-senti-mais-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-8570152048883296969</id><published>2009-05-13T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:22:55.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A present for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sgrh-uQ6emI/AAAAAAAAAg0/-N2nIYIk4tk/s1600-h/DSC04720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sgrh-uQ6emI/AAAAAAAAAg0/-N2nIYIk4tk/s320/DSC04720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335325176260885090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sgrh6ZlOZNI/AAAAAAAAAgs/KUsfknCMKUo/s1600-h/DSC04719.JPG"&gt;   &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sgrh6ZlOZNI/AAAAAAAAAgs/KUsfknCMKUo/s320/DSC04719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335325101989455058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sgrh6IiNUYI/AAAAAAAAAgk/FTFB2oF4JFg/s1600-h/DSC04718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sgrh6IiNUYI/AAAAAAAAAgk/FTFB2oF4JFg/s320/DSC04718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335325097413398914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sgrh6MKPQxI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8OGEqwHcUuw/s1600-h/DSC04717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sgrh6MKPQxI/AAAAAAAAAgc/8OGEqwHcUuw/s320/DSC04717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335325098386604818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sgrh56QBEnI/AAAAAAAAAgU/t_SW_gk2_Xo/s1600-h/DSC04716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sgrh56QBEnI/AAAAAAAAAgU/t_SW_gk2_Xo/s320/DSC04716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335325093579002482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SgrhosjbrqI/AAAAAAAAAf8/6jADjg5zQm8/s1600-h/DSC04713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SgrhosjbrqI/AAAAAAAAAf8/6jADjg5zQm8/s320/DSC04713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335324797844565666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sgrho4TVaUI/AAAAAAAAAgE/gbqFJtiqp5M/s1600-h/DSC04714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sgrho4TVaUI/AAAAAAAAAgE/gbqFJtiqp5M/s320/DSC04714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335324800998271298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SgrhoTJfrLI/AAAAAAAAAf0/mJfmHuIAz4c/s1600-h/DSC04712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SgrhoTJfrLI/AAAAAAAAAf0/mJfmHuIAz4c/s320/DSC04712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335324791024889010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the place where I go every morning now. This place helped me last year and is helping me again. Here is where I come when I'm sad and when I'm happy. Here I'm in peace.&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to leave here without feeling good.&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you this place, next time, when you come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui eh onde eu venho todos os dias de manha. Esse lugar me ajudou ano passado e esta me ajudando de novo. Aqui eh onde eu venho quando estou triste ou feliz. Aqui eu fico em paz.&lt;br /&gt;Eh impossivel sair daqui sem voce se sentir bem.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou te mostrar esse lugar, na proxima vez, quando voce vier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-8570152048883296969?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/8570152048883296969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/05/present-for-you.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/8570152048883296969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/8570152048883296969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/05/present-for-you.html' title='A present for you'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sgrh-uQ6emI/AAAAAAAAAg0/-N2nIYIk4tk/s72-c/DSC04720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-7382005207258438748</id><published>2009-05-11T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:15:52.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E eu cansei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-7382005207258438748?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/7382005207258438748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-eu-cansei.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7382005207258438748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7382005207258438748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-eu-cansei.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-2951886706419159983</id><published>2009-05-06T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:57:39.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS</title><content type='html'>Meus hormonios estao me matando.&lt;br /&gt;No na garganta (mais conhecido como "vontade louca de chorar")&lt;br /&gt;Ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;Pressa&lt;br /&gt;Falta de ar&lt;br /&gt;Taquicardia&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de gritar&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de conversar&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de resolver&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de te ver.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso urgentemente de um abraco mas se alguem me der prepare-se pois vou me desfazer em lagrimas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-2951886706419159983?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/2951886706419159983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/05/pms.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/2951886706419159983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/2951886706419159983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/05/pms.html' title='PMS'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-7343562557037513347</id><published>2009-05-04T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:34:56.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm always ready to solve people's problems.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I feel so sad  when I can't solve anything or when I can't relief somebody else's pain&lt;br /&gt;I'll do everything to make you feel better, I'm  here for everything you need.&lt;br /&gt;Call me anytime, as many as you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  hope everything will be alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-7343562557037513347?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/7343562557037513347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-here-for-you_04.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7343562557037513347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7343562557037513347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-here-for-you_04.html' title='I&apos;m here for you'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-7810798108325682683</id><published>2009-04-27T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:44:13.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of a weekend (or what makes me happy)</title><content type='html'>Hot days&lt;br /&gt;An unexpected gorgeous red rose&lt;br /&gt;My favorite wine&lt;br /&gt;Eat late at night&lt;br /&gt;A little ride on a new bike&lt;br /&gt;Sit outside eating bagel with iced coffee&lt;br /&gt;A massage&lt;br /&gt;Nice words&lt;br /&gt;Convince somebody to try more ;)&lt;br /&gt;Realize during a traffic jam how lucky and happy I am&lt;br /&gt;Friends who listen, help and care about my feelings&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Picnic in Central Park with a lot, a lot of food&lt;br /&gt;Laugh, talk and take a little nap with the girls&lt;br /&gt;Walk 40 streets and 3 avenues in NYC&lt;br /&gt;Have good dreams and wake up kinda happy even on a Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All the small things, true care, truth brings"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-7810798108325682683?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/7810798108325682683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/04/pieces-of-weekend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7810798108325682683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7810798108325682683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/04/pieces-of-weekend.html' title='Pieces of a weekend (or what makes me happy)'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-2749633218011453403</id><published>2009-04-17T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:33:07.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovering</title><content type='html'>Pois eh, mais uma vez eu passei por um momento de recolhimento. Precisei desse tempo pra mim pois nao estava gostando do que estava vendo.&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro fui para o meu "retiro espiritual" na casa da Leticia, com muito sorvete, chocolate e filosofia. Tentei passar por uma desintoxicacao emocional, e acho que consegui uns 40% dela. Claro que o fato da outra pessoa me passar mais seguranca tambem ajudou mas enfim...&lt;br /&gt;Peguei "O Segredo" mais uma vez na biblioteca e estou lendo pela terceira vez. Esse fato coincidiu com o primeiro dia quente e lindo da primavera o que so me deu mais forcas pra ir em frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tem baladinha em NY, amanha ainda nao sei e domingo vou encontrar o Shuja. Eh engracado porque sempre que eu estou fraca ele aparece. Eh meu anjo da guarda sem sombra de duvidas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digo que estou feliz, me curei da tristeza. Me sinto muito melhor, voltei a ser eu mesma :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-2749633218011453403?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/2749633218011453403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/04/recovering.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/2749633218011453403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/2749633218011453403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/04/recovering.html' title='Recovering'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-6247797464036284421</id><published>2009-04-09T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:17:22.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nao consigo escrever. Acho que ainda preciso de mais tempo pra mim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-6247797464036284421?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/6247797464036284421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-consigo-escrever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6247797464036284421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6247797464036284421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-consigo-escrever.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-1114688837842309585</id><published>2009-03-17T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:38:00.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Domingo nao prestou mas os outros dias...</title><content type='html'>Ok Gi, vou atualizar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOMINGO EU DEVERIA TER FICADO EM CASA! hahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Deveria mesmo, mas sexta e sabado... aaaaa isso sim valeu a pena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexta Coyote Ugly com as gurias. Nao curti muito esse bar mas curti o pub que fomos depois, talvez pq uma pessoa atrasada conseguiu chegar... hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Sabado St Patrick's em White Plains, poutzzzzz so diversao.. que delicia, que delicia minha gente! kkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao tenho muito o que dizer, findis perfeitos nao precisam de explicacao :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sb_fyX7dLyI/AAAAAAAAAfM/HM0ufyxMU8I/s1600-h/DSC04401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sb_fyX7dLyI/AAAAAAAAAfM/HM0ufyxMU8I/s320/DSC04401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314212141830319906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sb_f7QjnsxI/AAAAAAAAAfU/SSxaNq7lYuo/s1600-h/DSC04442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sb_f7QjnsxI/AAAAAAAAAfU/SSxaNq7lYuo/s320/DSC04442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314212294470120210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-1114688837842309585?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/1114688837842309585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-gi-vou-atualizar-domingo-eu-deveria.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/1114688837842309585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/1114688837842309585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-gi-vou-atualizar-domingo-eu-deveria.html' title='Domingo nao prestou mas os outros dias...'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/Sb_fyX7dLyI/AAAAAAAAAfM/HM0ufyxMU8I/s72-c/DSC04401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-8879442204009455847</id><published>2009-03-07T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T09:44:48.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma sexta feira qualquer</title><content type='html'>Adoooro me perder em Manhattan, andar mil ruas sem saber pra onde estou indo, trombar com gente de tudo quanto eh jeito. Adoro quando encontro o lugar pra onde queria ir, adoro quando entro num bar que me tras boas lembrancas e melhor ainda nao pago por duas cervejas e um prato de lula frita...&lt;br /&gt;Adoro quando tenho a companhia de uma amiga que topa tudo, que bebe e ri, que me entende, que fala muita tranqueira... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Adoro receber uma ligacao as duas da manha perguntando onde eh que eu estou e dizendo: estou indo te pegar agora!!!&lt;br /&gt;A-D-O-R-O!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-8879442204009455847?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/8879442204009455847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/03/uma-sexta-feira-qualquer.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/8879442204009455847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/8879442204009455847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/03/uma-sexta-feira-qualquer.html' title='Uma sexta feira qualquer'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-6255866792079055827</id><published>2009-02-27T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:05:30.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post sem utilidade</title><content type='html'>Pois eh, melhorei sim, ainda sinto alguma coisinha estranha em alguns momentos mas estou melhor...&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida agora esta um pouco mais confusa porque estou pensando no que vou fazer daqui pra frente, nao eh uma escolha facil... na verdade a escolha ja esta feita (ou pelo menos 80% dela) o problema eh como comecar... como agir, o que fazer... eh tao dificil estar sozinha e ter que pensar em tudo, ter que decidir... algumas vezes eu simplesmente nao quero pensar, mas sei que estou perdendo tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ser alguem na vida, quero ter alguem pra mim... eu conheco tantas pessoas incriveis que me fazem tao bem, eu preciso de algum tipo de seguranca agora...&lt;br /&gt;Confusao eh tudo o que esta aqui dentro, mas enfim, hoje eh sexta feira, eu estou eh bem feliz e sim, o fim de semana promete...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post confuso como sempre, mas essa sou eu, se me quer vai ter que ser assim, eh o que eu sempre digo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-6255866792079055827?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/6255866792079055827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/02/post-sem-utilidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6255866792079055827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6255866792079055827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/02/post-sem-utilidade.html' title='Post sem utilidade'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-6098593152778978476</id><published>2009-02-17T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:57:43.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Facebook</title><content type='html'>Larissa: It is easy for you to fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: No&lt;br /&gt;Larissa: I wish I was like that...&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Why? Love is great! You just need to be smart enough to know that can end soon. Are you in love?&lt;br /&gt;Larissa: Kind of... but my heart is broken&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Why?? What happened?&lt;br /&gt;Larissa: He doesnt like me that much&lt;br /&gt;Brian: So, you don't need him!&lt;br /&gt;Larissa: I might be doing something wrong...&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Look, you are a beautiful and talented girl, don't worry about this. You are not doing anything wrong, just be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes eh tao bom poder falar esse tipo de coisa para um homem, pq eles sabem te levantar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, nao podia ter sobrevivido esses dias sem a Le, a Gi, a Mari, a Cori e a minha irma. Sem elas eu nao sou ninguem, a minha forca vem delas, o fato de eu ainda acreditar vem delas, a vontade de querer mais vem delas. Mesmo as tres que nao estao presentes fisicamente me confortam, me carregam, me dao lencos pra enxugar as lagrimas. As outras duas que estao aqui trazem o colo, as maos, o carinho, as palavras duras e certeiras, as palavras tranquilizadoras e os olhares doces.&lt;br /&gt;Para cada uma delas eu prometi ser uma pessoa melhor, e juro, juro, estou tentando.&lt;br /&gt;Fim de semana vou mudar um pouco de ares, ver a amiga que me faz falta aqui, me divertir, voltar a ser eu mesma. O periodo de luto acabou hoje.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-6098593152778978476?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/6098593152778978476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-facebook.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6098593152778978476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6098593152778978476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-facebook.html' title='No Facebook'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-2529902522038212368</id><published>2009-02-16T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T06:23:19.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In pain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-2529902522038212368?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/2529902522038212368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-pain.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/2529902522038212368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/2529902522038212368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-5373143215807636628</id><published>2009-02-01T06:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T10:09:27.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do avesso</title><content type='html'>Sabe... as vezes eu fico pensando... sera que sou tao exigente assim? Comigo mesma e com os outros?&lt;br /&gt;Queria saber em que momento da minha vida eu comecei a me desapontar com coisas pequenas e porque ainda hoje, apesar de ter melhorado tanto, continuo me desapontando e ficando frustrada...&lt;br /&gt;Porque sera que eh mais facil desconfiar, ficar chateada, se desapontar?&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, voltando pra casa (quando nao queria voltar), sentada na Grand Central, meio chateada (mesmo sabendo que nao era culpa de ninguem), eu vi um senhor. Esse senhor andava bem curvadinho, olhando pro chao, passos lentos e carregava uma malinha, dessas velhas de couro... e fiquei pensando: "eh muito provavel que ele seja sozinho no mundo, que tudo o que ele tenha seja essa mala com uma muda de roupa, um livro e sei la mais o que. Porque eh tao dificil ver a sorte que a gente tem? Eu tive uma sexta otima, um sabado delicioso bem lazy e agora so porque tive que voltar pra casa estou assim, tristonha..."&lt;br /&gt;Senti vergonha de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pior eh que mesmo pensando tudo isso, eu so consegui melhorar uns 25%... por isso eu nao entendo o que acontece comigo. Eu sei o que eh o certo mas meus sentimentos nao me acompanham.&lt;br /&gt;Em minha defesa, digo que ja melhorei muito, que passo por cima de muitos obstaculos com mais leveza, que nao entro mais em briga perdida, em que nao vai adiantar gastar sua saliva e inteligencia, mas quando coloco um pouquinho de esperanca em alguem... eh fato que me desaponto, mas isso eh normal, eu sei que ja desapontei muita gente tambem, faz parte do ser humano, nao faz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, hoje vou assistir ao Super Bowl em NY, mereco me divertir um pouco...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-5373143215807636628?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/5373143215807636628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/02/sabe.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/5373143215807636628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/5373143215807636628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/02/sabe.html' title='Do avesso'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-2157416525273479172</id><published>2009-01-30T22:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:28:49.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uma e meia da manha,...</title><content type='html'>Prometo que vou atualizar essa birosca... hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas fala serio, que blogueiro perde o tempo dando um aviso desses? aaaaa fala serio hein Larissa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh que estou me divertindo muito... ai to sem tempo pros detalhes... mas volto logo, prometo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dona Cori... APROVEITA AI CARAIIIIIII hahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-2157416525273479172?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/2157416525273479172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/01/uma-e-meia-da-manha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/2157416525273479172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/2157416525273479172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/01/uma-e-meia-da-manha.html' title='uma e meia da manha,...'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-4898320483705162467</id><published>2009-01-20T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T06:16:13.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't no mountain high enough...</title><content type='html'>Sim eu esperei.&lt;br /&gt;Eu esperei 20 dias para escrever o primeiro post do ano.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o dia mistura alegria e tristeza. Hoje eh o comeco de uma nova vida para muita gente. Hoje faz um ano que sai de casa mas nao eh disso que vou falar.&lt;br /&gt;Eh, eu esperei.&lt;br /&gt;Eu esperei muito tempo por uma amizade assim, como a nossa. Amizade em que eu nao preciso fingir ser o que nao sou, que posso mostrar meu lado obscuro e nao ser julgada. Que ate quando erro tenho o apoio e admiracao. Amizade em que voce nao precisa fingir ser quem nao eh, que pode mostrar seu lado obscuro e nunca, nunca ser julgada. Ate (e principalmente) quando erra tem o meu apoio e admiracao.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nao sou uma pessoa que faz amigos facilmente. Eu nao amo a pessoa logo de cara, eu tenho que ser conquistada. Com voce nao foi diferente. Talvez voce nao saiba, mas... eu nao ia muito com a sua cara nao... mas eh porque voce tem tantos lados (nao que voce seja duas caras... isso COM CERTEZA vc nao eh...), nao eh facil te desvendar... acho que ninguem pode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voce eh louca, mas eh aquela loucura deliciosa de se compartilhar. Quem ve acha que voce nao liga pra nada, mas ah... nunca vi alguem tao sensivel... com um coracao do tamanho do mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Eu li o que seu amigo escreveu: "minha eterna boa vontade" e achei tao lindo e tao perfeito pra voce!&lt;br /&gt;Ate que um dia o "click" aconteceu e meu... nunca ri tanto, nunca baixei tanto o meu nivel (LOL) mas sempre com aquela piadinha esperta na ponta da lingua, aaaa como AMO seu humor... me divirto quando voce esta puta e quando voce esta feliz... nao passei NENHUM dia perto de voce sem me divertir.&lt;br /&gt;Voce, ah voce... minha amiga, menina que cresceu tanto nesse um ano, que tenho orgulho, que fala o que quer, que se ama e me ama... hahahahahaha voce eh unica. Foi essa a palavra que usei ontem para te descrever para o meu amigo... She's unique!&lt;br /&gt;Sim eh triste te ver partir mas poxa... nao era o que voce queria? Voce eh tao incrivel que por sua causa a ideia de eu (uma praticamente nova-iorquina nata...hahaha) me mudar para a Califa nao parecia tao maluca assim, por que la eu teria voce.&lt;br /&gt;Minha carioca gata, estrelinha da professora, as nossas saidas nunca mais serao as mesmas, com quem eu vou rir daquele jeito, com aquele olhar de "eh, eu sei o que voce esta querendo dizer", com quem eu vou ter essa cumplicidade, eh engracado porque a gente nao se machuca, a gente nao se cutuca, a gente ta sempre de bem, a gente se entende mais do que a nos mesmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai la, va viver sua vida super star, va, se jogue, aproveite, pule, nade, brinque com o cachorro do vizinho (mmm entenda como quiser...huahauhuaa), seja feliz, muito muito muito feliz. Nao deixe ninguem passar por cima de voce, faca mais amigos especiais, eles estao la, te esperando e mal sabem quanta sorte terao em ter voce por perto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito obrigada por fazer parte da minha vida tao intensamente, voce deixou uma marca muito profunda em mim e vai aaaaa como vai fazer falta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa Sorte minha linda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse era o dia pelo qual eu nao queria esperar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SXXbWif4HOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hbT5z22hmmU/s1600-h/DSC04552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SXXbWif4HOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hbT5z22hmmU/s200/DSC04552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293378117307997410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SXXbO6FImzI/AAAAAAAAAb0/LTMphyezyK4/s1600-h/DSC04112.JPG"&gt;                                         &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SXXbO6FImzI/AAAAAAAAAb0/LTMphyezyK4/s200/DSC04112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293377986199329586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-4898320483705162467?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/4898320483705162467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/01/aint-no-mountain-high-enough.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/4898320483705162467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/4898320483705162467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2009/01/aint-no-mountain-high-enough.html' title='Ain&apos;t no mountain high enough...'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SXXbWif4HOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hbT5z22hmmU/s72-c/DSC04552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-3908884827260407725</id><published>2008-12-31T05:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T06:09:36.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INDESCRITIVEL!</title><content type='html'>Ultimo dia do ano... o mais incrivel e indescritivel ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca viajei tanto, nunca conheci tanto, nunca me diverti tanto, nunca me testei tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei com um plano que foi mudado completamente com o passar dos dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei sozinha e demorou ate achar meu grupo. Conheci a Cori. Conheci o Corey. Terminei meu namoro. Fui pra Niagara Falls, fui pra Boston, conheci gente do Army, fui pra festa do Army. Estive do lado de amigos que perderam familiares. Quase me mudei pra Los Angeles. Quis voltar pro Brasil. Conheci a Gi, conheci a Le, conheci a Rafa, conheci a Mari, conheci a Jeanine, conheci a Ma e a Ka. Fui pra balada no Queens, fui pra Estatua da Liberdade, andei sem rumo em Manhattan, pensei que tinha encontrado minha alma gemea, perdi minha suposta alma gemea.&lt;br /&gt;Conheci americanos, bulgaros, poloneses e ingleses. Patinei no gelo. Gritei muito, chorei mais do que devia (por motivos sem importancia), me deslumbrei, me decepcionei. Li muitos livros. Vi que sou capaz. Pedi desculpas (muitas). Aprendi a ver filmes sem legendas. Perdi o show da Madonna, fui no Six Flags so pra segurar as mochilas. Pedi colo, dei colo. Estudei (menos do que deveria), engordei 7 quilos, perdi 10, ganhei 2 de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Assisti ao Rei Leao na Broadway, recebi a surpresa da minha irma. Passei meu aniversario na Times Square. Comi e bebi demais no Thanksgiving, comi e dancei no Natal.&lt;br /&gt;Falei de fantasmas, falei de relacionamentos (hahaha todos os dias...), falei de viagens.&lt;br /&gt;Fui pra Jamaica e Porto Rico.&lt;br /&gt;Extendi meu programa por mais um ano.&lt;br /&gt;Vi gente chegar e gente ir embora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So eu sei o que passei esse ano... as palavras ai em cima sao carregadas das mais intensas emocoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate nos dias em que estou de saco cheio ou triste... Nunca fui tao feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey 2009, vem com tudo que eu to so no aguardo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SVt7PeFcHdI/AAAAAAAAAbM/nNtGHECa4Q8/s1600-h/DSC00618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SVt7PeFcHdI/AAAAAAAAAbM/nNtGHECa4Q8/s200/DSC00618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285954093353541074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SVt7cMS8exI/AAAAAAAAAbc/4Qcq44wWsw4/s1600-h/ATgAAABJ4iphjoHE2bGo-NuIaLMALQ-EflS5cY-djuq9v7gljETVhbU3enrDyAssuILJWwEUrZ89JkrWhB9Ys_o7xE_HAJtU9VCCWUN1gZpocrw-hiZfLw6UIdqEpw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" 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rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2008/12/indescritivel.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/3908884827260407725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/3908884827260407725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2008/12/indescritivel.html' title='INDESCRITIVEL!'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SVt7PeFcHdI/AAAAAAAAAbM/nNtGHECa4Q8/s72-c/DSC00618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-5749015292016099856</id><published>2008-12-24T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:10:16.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Espirito natalino eh quando ate quem ja morreu volta pra dizer Feliz Natal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-5749015292016099856?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/5749015292016099856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2008/12/espirito-natalino-eh-quando-ate-quem-ja.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/5749015292016099856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/5749015292016099856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2008/12/espirito-natalino-eh-quando-ate-quem-ja.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-7431804765077569606</id><published>2008-12-22T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:11:26.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentes de Natal</title><content type='html'>Descobrir que voce pode mandar mensagem pro celular e receber a resposta no seu email sem pagar nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perceber que ha muito o que aprender sobre a europa do leste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conhecer gente que nao liga de dirigir uma hora depois de uma nevasca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter amigas que ficam do meu lado a TODO E QUALQUER momento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter amigas que te elogiam quando voce esta bonita (sem serem invejosas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter amigas que querem saber E-X-A-T-A-M-E-N-T-E como foi sua sexta feira... com todos os minimos detalhes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encher um carro com 6 gurias que falam mais que a boca, passar mil horas no shopping, ficar podre, voltar pra casa e ganhar presente de Hanukkah e Natal dos seus hosts... ah sim, e receber um telefonema...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baby, sweetie, pretty" coisas boas de se ouvir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are something" coisa interessante de se ouvir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saber que seu amigo hiper fa da Madonna ficou pertinho dela no show em SP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saber que ta tudo bem em casa, que seu irmao amado vai casar e esta extremamente feliz com isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir felicidade sem saber porque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah sim... cuidar de kids auto suficientes que limpam a bagunca sem voce pedir... aiai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como diz uma amigaaaaca minha: A inveja bate na porta mas eu nao abro nao... hahahahahahahahahahaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-7431804765077569606?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/7431804765077569606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2008/12/presentes-de-natal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7431804765077569606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7431804765077569606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2008/12/presentes-de-natal.html' title='Presentes de Natal'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-1062464964055337017</id><published>2008-12-09T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:37:05.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Voce vai pro lixo, vai pra lista, voce nao me merece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-1062464964055337017?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/1062464964055337017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2008/12/voce-vai-pro-lixo-vai-pra-lista-voce.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/1062464964055337017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/1062464964055337017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2008/12/voce-vai-pro-lixo-vai-pra-lista-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-6738790426057462954</id><published>2008-12-08T05:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:28:17.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'll stay here.</title><content type='html'>Eo que aconteceu aqui eh que apos um mes e meio, ofertas do Kentucky, Connecticut, New Jersey, Maryland, Virginia, Georgia, California (essa eu estava louca pra pegar...) e alguns New York, eu, desesperada porque meu deadline era hoje recebi a oferta da minha atual familia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fique com a gente por mais seis meses e depois voce resolve o que fazer, se quer voltar pro seu pais ou trocar seu visto pra estudante. A gente volta a conversar sobre isso em julho."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao era o que eu queria? Nao, nao era porque senao eu nao teria escolhido mudar, mas deu tanto rolo, tanta dificuldade, tanto stress no processo que aceitei. So o fato deles terem me oferecido a vaga de volta mostra que eles se importam. Nao, nao existe host amigo, mas as vezes voce da a sorte deles se preocuparem um pouco com voce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois entao, fico por aqui pelo menos ate julho. Fico na cidade que gosto e pertinho da que eu amo, fico com meus amigos que me aguentaram hiper estressada durante esses dias e que me deram o ombro para que eu pudesse chorar mil e uma vezes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diga ao povo que fico!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-6738790426057462954?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/6738790426057462954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-ill-stay-here.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6738790426057462954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6738790426057462954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-ill-stay-here.html' title='And I&apos;ll stay here.'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-7547727163468543570</id><published>2008-11-28T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T06:09:21.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu agradeco...</title><content type='html'>Nao tem jeito, esse povo aqui tambem sabe fazer uma boa festa.&lt;br /&gt;Halloween foi show, Thanksgiving foi lindo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parade em NY, depois casa da Jeanine...&lt;br /&gt;Comi pra dedeu, ri, dancei de monte e sim, fiz discurso... discurso de Thanksgiving, com 15 pessoas em volta da mesa, de maos dadas, agradecendo.&lt;br /&gt;Eh, eu nao estava no meu estado mais perfeito mas as palavras sairam do fundo do meu coracao.&lt;br /&gt;Vou tentar reproduzir...rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Acho que deveriamos agradecer sim, agradecer por esse ano que estamos tendo, onde aprendemos tanto e estamos vivendo tantas experiencias, boas e ruins. Eu agradeco por ter esses amigos maravilhosos, por que aqui so temos uns aos outros e sim, os amigos sao a nossa familia nesse pais.&lt;br /&gt;Devemos agradecer por toda essa comida que temos na mesa, pois temos muito mais do que muita gente por ai a fora.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeco por estarmos juntos..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi algo mais ou menos assim... mas nao agradeci tudo o que deveria...&lt;br /&gt;Agradeco a familia maravilhosa que tenho no Brasil, pois sem eles eu nao estaria aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Meus pais sao a coisa mais incrivel desse mundo, pois so querem me ver feliz, mesmo que isso signifique eu estar longe deles.&lt;br /&gt;Cada um me da um pedacinho a sua maneira...&lt;br /&gt;Minha irma, aquela doida, me manda emails diarios e eh pra ela que eu conto tim tim por tim tim o que acontece em terras americanas.&lt;br /&gt;Meu irmao aparece beeem de vez em quando mas nao importa, porque eu sei que ele esta ali e sinto o amor mesmo ha milhas de distancia.&lt;br /&gt;Minha mae esta sempre pronta para atender meus pedidos doidos e mesmo achando que eu sou cabeca dura sei que ela me ama incondicionalmente...rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;Meu pai aparece no meu blog pra saber das novidades e sei que esta a todo momento preocupado se eu estou comendo e estudando...rs Sim pai, eu como e estudo, nao se preocupe!&lt;br /&gt;Eles sao a minha forca e as ultimas pessoas nesse mundo que eu quero magoar ou decepcionar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeco por viver onde vivo e pela familia que ainda nao chegou mas eu sei que vai chegar...&lt;br /&gt;Agradeco por me conhecer melhor hoje do que ontem, por perceber que sou capaz.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeco por ser essa confusao de sentimentos, porque isso faz com que eu me sinta viva.&lt;br /&gt;Uma pessoa diferente a cada dia... e nao, isso nao eh ruim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E voce? Ja agradeceu hoje?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-7547727163468543570?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/7547727163468543570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2008/11/eu-agradeco.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7547727163468543570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7547727163468543570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2008/11/eu-agradeco.html' title='Eu agradeco...'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-965757289642910051</id><published>2008-11-24T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:14:52.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And you said "no games"...</title><content type='html'>O seu jogo eh o pior porque voce me fez acreditar que nao haveria jogo nenhum.&lt;br /&gt;E eu com a esperanca de sempre, cometo os mesmos erros. Mesmo sabendo que vou me arrepender, faco, as mesmissimas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Esta na hora de mudar, ja passou da hora de mudar, mas como? As vezes acho que consegui, que agora estou forte, mas ai chega um alguem e me mostra que continuo a mesma pessoa de sempre.&lt;br /&gt;E o sentimento vem assim, como uma bomba. Eu acordo e penso "Danou-se" ai corro pro telefone, ligo pras minhas amigas e sinto la dentro que fui pega.&lt;br /&gt;Ai comeca a rotina, olho o celular a cada 5 minutos pra ver se tem mensagem, a cada toque o coracao dispara.&lt;br /&gt;E agora nesse momento, como sempre,  penso que devo mudar. Porque... porque devo, porque isso nao faz bem pra mim, porque se vivi ate agora sem voce... quem eh voce? De onde veio, pra onde vai? Tem lugar pra mim ai? O nao saber eh o que me faz enlouquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Tive um sonho ruim essa noite, nao dormi bem, acordei de mau humor, fugi pra casa da Le... e as horas nao passam e o sentimento, o aperto na garganta, continua aqui, ate quando vou esperar pra respirar aliviada, sabendo que tudo esta certo, que eh so coisa da minha cabeca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seu jogo eh pior... muito pior...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-965757289642910051?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/965757289642910051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-you-said-no-games.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/965757289642910051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/965757289642910051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-you-said-no-games.html' title='And you said &quot;no games&quot;...'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-4784949561034279065</id><published>2008-11-13T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:00:18.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorte de hoje...</title><content type='html'>Esse orkut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O grande prazer da vida eh fazer o impossivel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, estou a caca de famiia em NY, se alguem souber de alguma...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-4784949561034279065?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/4784949561034279065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2008/11/sorte-de-hoje.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/4784949561034279065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/4784949561034279065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2008/11/sorte-de-hoje.html' title='Sorte de hoje...'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-7118385231152320225</id><published>2008-11-10T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T16:28:47.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando eu piso em folhas secas...</title><content type='html'>Editando:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinho branco + casa nova + amigas no bar + Dona Cori mandando msgs as 2 da matina+ se jogar num monte de folhas secas + central park no outono... por isso eu nunca fui tao feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehheehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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secas...'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-4075070415347035248</id><published>2008-11-05T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:50:58.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tinha que atualizar ne? Mas cade a inspiracao? aiai.. posso so colocar fotos? Tks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SRHc12hQv8I/AAAAAAAAATo/TZ4jnCPtbAs/s1600-h/ATgAAAB-VJrq95DW-f1s0XQOHUZuOlOmmLsAZbVBndYkYFj80f5gRevyeg4vdqxaHK5cVof7-6UUxT0CxYyRGGJsfWALAJtU9VCPe0A67jIKylpSXEB4L3nVT4vUIw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SRHc12hQv8I/AAAAAAAAATo/TZ4jnCPtbAs/s320/ATgAAAB-VJrq95DW-f1s0XQOHUZuOlOmmLsAZbVBndYkYFj80f5gRevyeg4vdqxaHK5cVof7-6UUxT0CxYyRGGJsfWALAJtU9VCPe0A67jIKylpSXEB4L3nVT4vUIw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265232257099022274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SRHcyi8yUoI/AAAAAAAAATg/BBK792wYgjY/s1600-h/ATYAAABh5xI2VmmhZwUQay9JXGP50s9bboVtKm_0He1J5oIZA8Svck3D3bgY3aoJdYoUbJcbIbBqvcZKPEsrupq8wRqxAJtU9VCS-az2rGPPMR078XjVmmnGFOeU0w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SRHcyi8yUoI/AAAAAAAAATg/BBK792wYgjY/s320/ATYAAABh5xI2VmmhZwUQay9JXGP50s9bboVtKm_0He1J5oIZA8Svck3D3bgY3aoJdYoUbJcbIbBqvcZKPEsrupq8wRqxAJtU9VCS-az2rGPPMR078XjVmmnGFOeU0w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265232200306152066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SRHcuk0RvKI/AAAAAAAAATY/9zFQ-W3otI0/s1600-h/DSC04319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SRHcuk0RvKI/AAAAAAAAATY/9zFQ-W3otI0/s320/DSC04319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265232132087856290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-4075070415347035248?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/4075070415347035248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2008/11/tinha-que-atualizar-ne-mas-cade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/4075070415347035248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/4075070415347035248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2008/11/tinha-que-atualizar-ne-mas-cade.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SRHc12hQv8I/AAAAAAAAATo/TZ4jnCPtbAs/s72-c/ATgAAAB-VJrq95DW-f1s0XQOHUZuOlOmmLsAZbVBndYkYFj80f5gRevyeg4vdqxaHK5cVof7-6UUxT0CxYyRGGJsfWALAJtU9VCPe0A67jIKylpSXEB4L3nVT4vUIw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-336636103956742260</id><published>2008-10-28T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T04:55:33.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't act like a fool</title><content type='html'>Uma das coisas que aprendi aqui eh fazer o que eu estou com vontade... ser sincera aos meus sentimentos e as minhas necessidades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio gente com frescurites, que nao fala o que sente, que, se esta chateado com algo que fiz nao vem falar, so vira a cara e pronto. Ja abri mao de muita coisa por causa dos outros. Claro que nao passo por cima do sentimento de ninguem, ou pelo menos tento nao passar, mas meus verdadeiros amigos aqui sao aqueles que entendem o que eu sinto e o que tenho vontade de fazer e nem por isso se sentem rejeitados so porque eu escolhi fazer outra coisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo eh aquele que compartilha comigo as coisas gostosas que eu estou vivendo, da mais forca, me ouve e tudo mais. Divido meu tempo com as minhas amigas, elas me chamam pra tudo e se eu nao posso ir, beleza, fica pra proxima, nao me deixam de lado por causa disso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me chateei com uma pessoa por causa disso mas agora sei a quem dar valor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus ultimos dois fins de semana foram, digamos, surpreendentes... Saindo todos os dias pra me divertir meeesmo. Alias eu acho que mereco, nao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been busy this last month because I'm buying my car and my apartment..."&lt;br /&gt;"How old are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm 24."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sera mesmo que aqui as oportunidades nao sao melhores do que no Brasil??&lt;br /&gt;DANDO UMA EDITADA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que eu quis dizer eh, porque quem vive no Brasil raramente consegue ter uma vida estabilizada aos 24 anos?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-336636103956742260?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/336636103956742260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-act-like-fool.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/336636103956742260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/336636103956742260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-act-like-fool.html' title='Don&apos;t act like a fool'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-2471513023944965738</id><published>2008-10-16T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T05:14:17.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Liberty, finally!</title><content type='html'>Nao quero que chegue outro findi sem eu comentar rapidinho como foi o anterior...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhei sabado a noite mas beleza... a sexta feira a noite valeu pelo esforco...heehehe, fui dar uma passeada no estado vizinho e voltei mais leve...mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingao fui pra Lady Liberty finalmente!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a Leti e a Jessy, amigas lindas, num dia lindo, tudo lindo, estatua linda, (algumas) pessoas lindas...hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SPcvLJKzohI/AAAAAAAAATI/Z8u3mdZ9k3A/s1600-h/ATgAAADb1ONOQOUUzBpLBdNKlRmEmlV2_gacNG9durElE8JzNsFJt_nwzVhpiHl37036shR1nFjAFfNTBSrKXIIY2hgEAJtU9VCYy-j3ur9xr3XeeEDTZgOy7mlb6g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SPcvLJKzohI/AAAAAAAAATI/Z8u3mdZ9k3A/s320/ATgAAADb1ONOQOUUzBpLBdNKlRmEmlV2_gacNG9durElE8JzNsFJt_nwzVhpiHl37036shR1nFjAFfNTBSrKXIIY2hgEAJtU9VCYy-j3ur9xr3XeeEDTZgOy7mlb6g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257722958464655890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muita gente fala: "Po mas ela eh tao pequena, me decepcionei, credo, nem eh tudo isso... "bla bla bla... e eu pergunto: e dai? Ela eh a P** da Estatua da Liberdade meu... super simbolo daqui, eh quando voce tem certeza que esta em NY... Eh igual ir a Paris... voce so tem certeza que esta la qdo ve a Torre e ela tb nao eh gigantesca... eh a mesma coisa quando voce vai ao Louvre e ve a Monalisa ali de pertinho... ela eh pequena? Eh sim, mas... eh a MONALISA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, eu sempre quis ir ate a bichinha, ja tive uma aventura qua nao deu certo antes e ja passei na frente dela umas duas vezes... dessa vez fui e aproveitei sim :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SPcvTCBC8ZI/AAAAAAAAATQ/xhz-rc7_vkI/s1600-h/DSC04282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SPcvTCBC8ZI/AAAAAAAAATQ/xhz-rc7_vkI/s320/DSC04282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257723093983621522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saimos de la e fomos dar uma voltinha basica na Times Square e voltamos esgotadas... NYC eh uma cidade que te suga, te da muito mas pede horrores em troca...&lt;br /&gt;Mas eh a coisa mais sensacional estar la, eh de encher o coracao de alegria e ate ficar com os olhinhos cheios de lagrima... cada vez mais eu amo esse lugar... ta fogo! hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pra nao perder o costume... Conversa da semana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See you soon?"&lt;br /&gt;"I hope so"&lt;br /&gt;"OK" hehehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-2471513023944965738?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/2471513023944965738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2008/10/lady-liberty-finally.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/2471513023944965738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/2471513023944965738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2008/10/lady-liberty-finally.html' title='Lady Liberty, finally!'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SPcvLJKzohI/AAAAAAAAATI/Z8u3mdZ9k3A/s72-c/ATgAAADb1ONOQOUUzBpLBdNKlRmEmlV2_gacNG9durElE8JzNsFJt_nwzVhpiHl37036shR1nFjAFfNTBSrKXIIY2hgEAJtU9VCYy-j3ur9xr3XeeEDTZgOy7mlb6g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-6378226979535513912</id><published>2008-10-10T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:34:12.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Titulo pra que?</title><content type='html'>Quando voce menos espera as pessoas reaparecem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando voce menos espera as coisas acabam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando voce espera demais pode se decepcionar. ("Mas o que importa eh que voce deu um role", diria a Jeanine... "e comi de graca" diria eu... hahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando voce ja perdeu as esperancas e ja esta no seu sono profundo, alguem (que tinha prometido ligar) liga... e nao, isso nao eh comum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't do this alone"&lt;br /&gt;"ok, I'm going to meet you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh disso que eu falo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah sim, passei no written test pra carteira de motorista de NY... ebaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-6378226979535513912?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/6378226979535513912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2008/10/titulo-pra-que.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6378226979535513912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/6378226979535513912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2008/10/titulo-pra-que.html' title='Titulo pra que?'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-2281514502285125060</id><published>2008-10-08T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:00:37.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscopo do dia...</title><content type='html'>Não aceite provocações nem entre na espiral de ansiedade que tende a prevalecer no dia de hoje. Afinal, você não faz parte da boiada, não é mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahaha sei la do que eu faco parte!!!!! kkkkk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-2281514502285125060?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/2281514502285125060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2008/10/horoscopo-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/2281514502285125060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/2281514502285125060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2008/10/horoscopo-do-dia.html' title='Horoscopo do dia...'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789857204309830711.post-7566531891403879441</id><published>2008-10-06T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:53:40.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on baby</title><content type='html'>When it's over, that's the time I fall in love again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yet... just having some fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had a lot of fun last night also. We should hang out again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789857204309830711-7566531891403879441?l=garotabusca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/feeds/7566531891403879441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-its-over-thats-time-i-fall-in-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7566531891403879441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789857204309830711/posts/default/7566531891403879441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garotabusca.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-its-over-thats-time-i-fall-in-love.html' title='Moving on baby'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05424327510058456111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ckb6liO3Tsw/SYyPw9ayrrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jrCLcYSVJTs/S220/DSC03009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
