<?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-1896491357227022935</id><updated>2011-09-06T17:09:39.883+01:00</updated><category term='Bye'/><title type='text'>My New Second Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-1766456950863735319</id><published>2010-12-09T23:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-09T23:05:49.260Z</updated><title type='text'>Because I love You</title><content type='html'>Sometimes time flies, we are just running from one task to the other without having time even to breathe or rest... Sometimes we forget to take care of the ones we Really Love and I want to tell you tonight even if I am dead tired, even if you are at least 30km far from me that tonight in my dreams I will be in your arms as it is the best place is the world for me.&lt;div&gt;The only place I will be better than I am now and it would be perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is also simplicity and be sure that I LOVE YOU today and for the rest of my Life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-1766456950863735319?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1wR39htJlY' title='Because I love You'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/1766456950863735319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=1766456950863735319' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/1766456950863735319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/1766456950863735319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2010/12/because-i-love-you.html' title='Because I love You'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-176474440484547245</id><published>2010-10-04T15:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T15:22:35.325+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Music Roots</title><content type='html'>Juste comme ça en passant... un petit souvenir qui fait du bien... tout simplement&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XHVqKqmbhFA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XHVqKqmbhFA&lt;/a&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/1896491357227022935-176474440484547245?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/176474440484547245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=176474440484547245' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/176474440484547245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/176474440484547245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2010/10/back-to-music-roots.html' title='Back to the Music Roots'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-4635780758180602001</id><published>2010-09-16T12:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T12:33:19.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>??</title><content type='html'>Não entendo estes quiprocos... estes assuntos não resolvidos, todos estes não ditos, e pior já não entendo o teu olhar...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bYJ4Cu2sSCQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bYJ4Cu2sSCQ&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/1896491357227022935-4635780758180602001?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bYJ4Cu2sSCQ' title='??'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/4635780758180602001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=4635780758180602001' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/4635780758180602001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/4635780758180602001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='??'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-6870715529697055540</id><published>2010-08-25T23:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T23:32:34.037+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Again....</title><content type='html'>Times goes ... flies and feel like I am starting again from the beginning, as if it were the first time. &lt;div&gt;It was another "Game over" and one day I willo press the "start button"... again... with the same strength? It is just not possible. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just tired... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-6870715529697055540?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ADh8Fs3YdU&amp;feature=related' title='Again....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/6870715529697055540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=6870715529697055540' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/6870715529697055540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/6870715529697055540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2010/08/again.html' title='Again....'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-3308599167406338507</id><published>2010-03-25T21:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:11:54.525Z</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Roots</title><content type='html'>This week I came back home... strange to come back .... it's good of course but on the one hand it seems that it's not home anymore and on the other hand it's like we never left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange to have so many feed backs lately... 5 years already that I left for a dream; almost 8 months my Dad passed away... it's strange how a friend of mine was true when she said: you will miss him more and more. I was not really close to my dad. We cannot say that we had great talks but... seems like a part of me died that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that growing up means that we select parts to keep going on... I miss some parts of me that died 5,4,3,2 years and 8 months from now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished a book called "the day I forgot you" ...it will barely happen as we do not forget we just learn how to live with memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-3308599167406338507?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/3308599167406338507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=3308599167406338507' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/3308599167406338507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/3308599167406338507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-to-roots.html' title='Back to the Roots'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-4319802043394004462</id><published>2010-02-02T12:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-02T12:42:44.512Z</updated><title type='text'>Faut pas pleurer comme ça</title><content type='html'>Faut pas pleurer comme ça&lt;br /&gt;Demain ou dans un mois&lt;br /&gt;Tu n'y penseras plus&lt;br /&gt;Faut pas pleurer comme ça&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd'hui c'est pour toi&lt;br /&gt;Que nous sommes venus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne dis rien si tu veux&lt;br /&gt;Mais sèche un peu tes yeux&lt;br /&gt;Et ne crois pas surtout&lt;br /&gt;Que nous autres on s'en fout&lt;br /&gt;Tu sais pleurer ça sert à rien&lt;br /&gt;Laisse un peu dormir ta peine&lt;br /&gt;Dans un coin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faut pas pleurer comme ça&lt;br /&gt;Pleurer pour qui pour quoi&lt;br /&gt;Pour quelques souvenirsPour quelques mots d'amour&lt;br /&gt;Jetés dans une cour&lt;br /&gt;Et qui s'en vont mourir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne dis rien si tu veux&lt;br /&gt;Mais sèche un peu tes yeux&lt;br /&gt;Et ne crois pas surtout&lt;br /&gt;Que tes larmes on s'en fout&lt;br /&gt;Tu sais pleurer ça sert à rien&lt;br /&gt;Laisse un peu, laisse un peu&lt;br /&gt;Dormir ta peine dans un coin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faut pas pleurer comme ça&lt;br /&gt;Demain ça sera toi&lt;br /&gt;Qui sauras nous parler&lt;br /&gt;Quand tu viendras nous voir&lt;br /&gt;Tu pourras nous faire croire&lt;br /&gt;Que tout peut s'oublier&lt;br /&gt;Mais pour l'instant tais-toi&lt;br /&gt;Pour parler on est là&lt;br /&gt;Et ne crois pas surtout&lt;br /&gt;Que nous autres on s'en fout&lt;br /&gt;Tu sais pleurer ça sert à rien&lt;br /&gt;Laisse un peu dormir ta peine&lt;br /&gt;Dans un coin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-4319802043394004462?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/4319802043394004462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=4319802043394004462' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/4319802043394004462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/4319802043394004462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2010/02/faut-pas-pleurer-comme-ca.html' title='Faut pas pleurer comme ça'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-2525528776550620174</id><published>2010-01-20T16:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:27:04.364Z</updated><title type='text'>Fears part 2....</title><content type='html'>Why do I have the feeling that You are running away from mee? do I scare you? are you fed up with me?&lt;br /&gt;So many questions into this little brain that get me so confuse.... would love to speak about it with you but I cannot... words don't come out and I am alsnost sure you don't want to speak about it...&lt;br /&gt;Don't make fun on me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-2525528776550620174?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/2525528776550620174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=2525528776550620174' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/2525528776550620174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/2525528776550620174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2010/01/fears-part-2.html' title='Fears part 2....'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-8284542919196996185</id><published>2010-01-18T17:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:48:01.838Z</updated><title type='text'>Fears...</title><content type='html'>It's always good to give advise - and I am good at that- to your friends like "fear should be used only to move on etc". However it is always very easy to say it rather than doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just afraid to move on! Don't want to suffer again and because of that I decided last year not to be involved again.. at least not emotionally for the next 25 years! Almost a year have passed and I've been quite good with this decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you showed yup in my life! You were not in my plans and I am just scared! Simply scared without knowing whether you think of me the same way and essentially wondering wether it shouldn't be safer to fly away from you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-8284542919196996185?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/8284542919196996185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=8284542919196996185' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/8284542919196996185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/8284542919196996185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2010/01/fears.html' title='Fears...'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-1146712269415745439</id><published>2009-11-08T21:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:54:12.860Z</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>Life is all about moments... Some better than the others... but it's importanto to say when life is just going the way we +/- planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am peaceful and this is good to feel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-1146712269415745439?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/1146712269415745439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=1146712269415745439' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/1146712269415745439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/1146712269415745439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2009/11/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-1685629827852506246</id><published>2009-11-01T23:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:56:34.575Z</updated><title type='text'>Expression</title><content type='html'>Today while talking with one of my "friends" I remembered a very nice, funny and true expression from one of my french best friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"la culture c'est comme la confiture: moins on en a et plus on l'étale"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please spare Marmelade! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-1685629827852506246?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/1685629827852506246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=1685629827852506246' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/1685629827852506246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/1685629827852506246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2009/11/expression.html' title='Expression'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-4519850501007334827</id><published>2009-10-05T21:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:34:20.894+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we think we know people and we don't...&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes we think we know ourselves and we just don't... Is it good? don't know...&lt;br /&gt;Is it normal? I think it only shows that life goes on and no Reality is fixed! Let's enjoy life and feel good! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-4519850501007334827?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/4519850501007334827/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=4519850501007334827' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/4519850501007334827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/4519850501007334827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2009/10/surprise.html' title='Surprise'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-4358253190614821320</id><published>2009-09-17T23:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:10:35.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TIred</title><content type='html'>We can say that I am usually a very positive and enthusiastic person.&lt;br /&gt;Have to say that due to the recent less positive moments I have had and also to the lack of rest have been making my "good" temper harder and harder to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today besides feeling really tired (exhausted would be the right word) I feel nervous!&lt;br /&gt;Why do people think I have to have a maternal attitude towards my mother! The question is: what am I doing for the last 2 months? do I have then not to let her be alone ewver again?&lt;br /&gt;I thought that at my age I should  have my own life but apparently NO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other question that comes into my mind would be: were I married, would people make all those questions? would everyone try to give all the advise???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please could you for a little second think about MY OWN well being??? maybe I am being too demanding... I am a woman... afterall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and please stop judging the others&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-4358253190614821320?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/4358253190614821320/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=4358253190614821320' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/4358253190614821320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/4358253190614821320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2009/09/tired.html' title='TIred'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-248403192714644432</id><published>2009-09-16T23:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:57:38.001+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another left</title><content type='html'>Apparently we are in a Dying period... After Mickael Jackson, my dad, I am going to another funeral tomorrow, and of course Patrick Swayze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace PS as you deserve it after such a long suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to thank you for all the wednesday afternoon I spent watching again and again Dirty Dancing and trying to do the same! I am sure that with a great teacher like you I could do much better than I did with my lamp! ... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the dreams you inspired with your (2) films (the only ones I could remember) and for having inspired my teenager spirit for dancing and romantic  stories. (mix of Ghost and Dirty Dancing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-248403192714644432?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/248403192714644432/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=248403192714644432' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/248403192714644432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/248403192714644432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-left.html' title='Another left'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-3456604723731278078</id><published>2009-09-06T00:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T00:19:31.168+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The other day I went to have a coffee (as 3times a day) and they gave me one sugar with a quote from a certain writter I cannot remember the name. I just found the sentence so cute and true that I should share it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am looking for Someone to talk to. Someone who still knows how to smile"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's try to think about the positive aspects of our lives as happiness is in our minds ans is never "real"(nothing is perfect)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C U&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-3456604723731278078?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/3456604723731278078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=3456604723731278078' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/3456604723731278078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/3456604723731278078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2009/09/other-day-i-went-to-have-coffee-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-3819796764419434626</id><published>2009-08-03T19:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:18:54.585+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rest in Peace Dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-3819796764419434626?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/3819796764419434626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=3819796764419434626' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/3819796764419434626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/3819796764419434626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2009/08/rest-in-peace-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-586729381927803647</id><published>2009-07-29T01:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T01:37:15.139+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bye'/><title type='text'>No words...</title><content type='html'>I am going tomorrow... going to face the truth I tried to escape for too long now...&lt;br /&gt;Even though I won't admit I know that I will have soon to speak about you in the past! I won't admit that I will miss you so much!&lt;br /&gt;You are not perfect however you were allways next to me in bad and good moments... with you bad character, your non demago sentences but saying the truth or at least your reality without trying to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;I learned to know you even though communication was not really our strength....&lt;br /&gt;You taught me how to ride a bicycle, taught me to be demanding with myself 1st and then with the others, you taught me to be honest, look in the eyes and shake hands. How to be pride of myself just because it's me as long as I follow those old rules.&lt;br /&gt;You protected me from my fears....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned to love you behond your bid defaults such as you did with me.&lt;br /&gt;Learned how to respect your decisions even though I disagreed with them and be sure that this one is the hardest to accept but I have to...&lt;br /&gt;This will be my last present to you... you are still here but I am afraid to say I already miss you.... Love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- just for "fun" one of your favorite songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HGC003Xz3CY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HGC003Xz3CY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-586729381927803647?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/586729381927803647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=586729381927803647' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/586729381927803647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/586729381927803647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-words.html' title='No words...'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-3530413664218720776</id><published>2009-07-09T13:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:15:14.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgie</title><content type='html'>13 ans demain...  13 ans déjà et même si tout est passé je ne peux m'empêcher d'y penser.&lt;br /&gt;J'y pense et sens une boule au fond de moi sûrement liée au regret et à l'amertume de voir mon Rêve brisé.. un rêve, un project qui semblait si simple impossible en réalité...&lt;br /&gt;Je ressens un mélange de tendresse face à l'innocence des intentions, de la rage de m'en souvenir année après année et de m'être attachée à cette pensée...&lt;br /&gt;Refaire des projects me semble aujourd'hui utopique... c'est le prix de l'innocence perdue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une fois de plus no regrets juste un peu de nostalgie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-3530413664218720776?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/3530413664218720776/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=3530413664218720776' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/3530413664218720776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/3530413664218720776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2009/07/nostalgie.html' title='Nostalgie'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-3765895381341369289</id><published>2009-06-24T08:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T08:42:26.547+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>Today is a very Important Day!&lt;br /&gt;my little daughter, my little thing, my big Love, my everything is 4 years!!&lt;br /&gt;She was born on June 24th, 05 and I only met her 3/4 months later!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday my Pirucinhas you already had your extra lunch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-3765895381341369289?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/3765895381341369289/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=3765895381341369289' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/3765895381341369289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/3765895381341369289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-5679776705103132580</id><published>2009-06-04T22:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:57:43.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day or Bad Times?</title><content type='html'>Some people say Life is a cycle! What goes around comes around etc...&lt;br /&gt;I really are more and more doubtful! I also doubt that we allways get what we deserve... luck has a lot to do with that!&lt;br /&gt;But if life is a cycle then my question is - how long is which one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the wind will change...soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-5679776705103132580?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/5679776705103132580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=5679776705103132580' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/5679776705103132580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/5679776705103132580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-day-or-bad-period.html' title='Bad Day or Bad Times?'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-1632817955902558641</id><published>2009-04-28T20:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:17:08.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about Philosophy</title><content type='html'>On the other day someone told me this very special sentence that I could not keep only for myself and I needed to share it with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opinions are like asses: all have one but they all stinks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a deep thought???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-1632817955902558641?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/1632817955902558641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=1632817955902558641' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/1632817955902558641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/1632817955902558641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-all-about-philosophy.html' title='It&apos;s all about Philosophy'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-5990361197841482836</id><published>2009-03-29T23:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:59:24.255+01:00</updated><title type='text'>4 years</title><content type='html'>I was to write a post about this aniversary on March 20th however times flies and inspiration was about zero! It is not much better now but this aniversary is too important for me not to write a single word about it.&lt;br /&gt;It means for me a lot of good and bad points.&lt;br /&gt;4 years ago I arriveds quite aware of the hard time I could pass through but with a dream with a lot of inocent stars in the eyes. I trully believed that my fairy tale was becoming true and that the well known sentence "and they lived happy forever and ever" was the part I was starting to live.&lt;br /&gt;As you all know it was not really the case and I just miss the inocence I won't have again.&lt;br /&gt;No regrets for the rest. Good and bad moments, memories but at least experience and a certainty: that was not what I expected and above all what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do belive that after a fairy tale it is hard to start something again, believe, trust, give, share, communicate just because we don't want to be hurt again but on the other hand it becomes easier to express what we really need.... that's the good point of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life will let me know whether I will stay here and also whtehr I can start now livng the fairy tale or if I still have to learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C U.&lt;br /&gt;Music of the day:&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqrwxfvOwNQ&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqrwxfvOwNQ&amp;amp;NR=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-5990361197841482836?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-2587582281110763062</id><published>2009-03-12T12:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:09:14.528Z</updated><title type='text'>Another Music</title><content type='html'>On the other day I heard this music that made me go back in time when lirfe was much diferent ... when I was in another country and still at the University... good times, good memories....&lt;br /&gt;I needed to share it here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOUK  "Nobody's Wife"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nobody's Wife"I'm sorry for the times that I made you scream&lt;br /&gt;for the times that I killed your dreams&lt;br /&gt;for the times that I made your whole world rumble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the times that I made you cry&lt;br /&gt;for the times that I told you lies&lt;br /&gt;for the times that I watched and let you stumble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too bad, but that's me&lt;br /&gt;what goes around comes around, you'll see&lt;br /&gt;that I can carry the burden of pain&lt;br /&gt;'cause it ain't the first time that a man goes insane&lt;br /&gt;and when I spread my wings to embrace him for life&lt;br /&gt;I'm suckin' out his love, 'cause I, I'll never be nobody's wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the times that I didn't come home&lt;br /&gt;left you lyin' in that bed alone&lt;br /&gt;was flyin' high in the sky when you needed my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're like a stone hangin' round my neck, see&lt;br /&gt;cut it loose before it breaks my back, see&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta say what I feel before I grow older I'm sorry but I ain't gonna change my ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know I've tried but I'm still the same&lt;br /&gt;I've got to do it my own way It's too bad, but hey, that's me&lt;br /&gt;what goes around comes around, you'll see&lt;br /&gt;that I can carry the burden of pain&lt;br /&gt;'cause it ain't the first time that a man goes insane&lt;br /&gt;and when I spread my wings to embrace him for life&lt;br /&gt;I'm suckin' out his love, I, I'll never be nobody's wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too bad, but hey, that's me&lt;br /&gt;what goes around comes around, you'll see&lt;br /&gt;that I can carry the burden of pain&lt;br /&gt;'cause it ain't the first time that a man goes insane&lt;br /&gt;and when I spread my wings to embrace him for life&lt;br /&gt;I'm suckin' out his love, I, I'll never be nobody's wife&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-2587582281110763062?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BytyXtiyeDU' title='Another Music'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/2587582281110763062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=2587582281110763062' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/2587582281110763062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/2587582281110763062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-music.html' title='Another Music'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-2435436648173997303</id><published>2009-01-14T23:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:01:26.883Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just heard this music today as it was the first time, and for the first time it meant something to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to realize,&lt;br /&gt;That your warmth is&lt;br /&gt;Crashing down on in.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to realize,&lt;br /&gt;That I am on your side&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I, Didn't I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't spell it out for you,&lt;br /&gt;No it's never gonna be that simple&lt;br /&gt;No I cant spell it out for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just realize what I just realized,&lt;br /&gt;Then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;and will never find another&lt;br /&gt;Just realized what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;we'd never have to wonder&lt;br /&gt;if we missed out on each other now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to realize&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh I'm on your side&lt;br /&gt;didn't I, didn't I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to realize&lt;br /&gt;This all can pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't spell it out for you,&lt;br /&gt;No it's never gonna be that simple&lt;br /&gt;No I cant spell it out for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just realize what I just realized,&lt;br /&gt;Then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;and will never find another&lt;br /&gt;Just realized what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;we'd never have to wonder&lt;br /&gt;if we missed out on each other now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not always the same&lt;br /&gt;no it's never the same&lt;br /&gt;if you don't feel it too.&lt;br /&gt;If you meet me half way&lt;br /&gt;If you would meet me half way.&lt;br /&gt;It could be the same for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just realize what I just realized,&lt;br /&gt;Then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;and will never find another&lt;br /&gt;Just realized what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;we'd never have to wonder&lt;br /&gt;if we missed out on each other now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colbie Caillat - Realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pNrWiOFOO28"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pNrWiOFOO28&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comments...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-2435436648173997303?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/2435436648173997303/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=2435436648173997303' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/2435436648173997303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/2435436648173997303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-heard-this-music-today-as-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-4610050107767083615</id><published>2009-01-01T23:45:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:52:09.668Z</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aparently I takes me longer and longer to come and leave some little message to the courageous ones who come here...&lt;br /&gt;I am really satisfied to see that 2008 is over! In fact we are some people for whom 2008 were mostly negative! For me the best aspect of the past year was really my eyes surgery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I am sure that 2009 will compensate us all and giove us all success and everything we want, wish and deserve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a best way to start the year than travelling for holidays??? I will start this way as starting tomorrow I will be travelling somewhere in Europe (for a week)... I am sure it will be great as destination seems more than attractive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Great year to you all and see you... read you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-4610050107767083615?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/4610050107767083615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=4610050107767083615' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/4610050107767083615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/4610050107767083615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-1698922675688117015</id><published>2008-11-16T15:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:01:39.237Z</updated><title type='text'>For You</title><content type='html'>For the first time in my life I cannot wait until Tuesday. Week ends seem so long without you. Tuesday I might finally see you again! Tuesday you will hold me into your arms, you will just look at me with this special look that turns me upside down and I will kiss your pretty face, hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just came into my life in an unexpected way, a way I could not imagine or even think of. You came out and everything is changing for me little by little giving me new hopes and plans.&lt;br /&gt;The more I know you the more, I like you. Is it normal? Are you my Mr Right? I don't know but I would like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should not have been this way, so quick, so real but I am glad it happenned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not want to share in this blog my personal life or feelings but at this point I just want to say to the world how happy I am, hoping that it is not a mirage! I am living a dream and that's the most important!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank YOU for being who you are....&lt;br /&gt;(See you on tuesday?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-1698922675688117015?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/1698922675688117015/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=1698922675688117015' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/1698922675688117015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/1698922675688117015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-you.html' title='For You'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-8944111642055648005</id><published>2008-10-26T12:16:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:19:32.069Z</updated><title type='text'>What is happenning?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes life give you nice surprises but it sometimes appears not to be so fantastic as it seemed. The question is Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why are things changing? why do you have bad surprises? why can't you understand what happened to change everything?&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so stupid not understanding what's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please explain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-8944111642055648005?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/8944111642055648005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=8944111642055648005' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/8944111642055648005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/8944111642055648005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-is-happenning.html' title='What is happenning?'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-1662537390845410963</id><published>2008-10-11T22:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:50:22.908+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Our society is Individualistic or not?</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last years you see that our society is mor and more individualistic.&lt;br /&gt;In supermarkets you will find many products in 1 portion and not familiar size anymore (at least now you can chose). You see also the video games that are rather to play alone than in group.&lt;br /&gt;People stay hours and hours in front of their computer and big cities are bigger and bigger and you do not even know your neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;To my mind it is not a bad aspect as I were a single child I got used to play alone, I don't like to waste food and individual portions are just perfect and if I don't know much about my neighbours that's fine in the way that they won't know or speak about my personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However during the last 10 days I have experienced the other side of this wonderful society.&lt;br /&gt;I have had a problem in a leg and I could not walk nor drive. After going to a hospital they gave me a special treatment that I had to make in the free clinic.&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the funny part:&lt;br /&gt;- if I couldn't drive nor walk how could I go home? a friend drove me&lt;br /&gt;- if I couldn't walk how could I go to the free clinic everyday - when the access is via big stairs (no lift)&lt;br /&gt;- how can I get drugs if I can't to the chemistery&lt;br /&gt;- how can I go to the next day's appointment with the doctor if I was not supposed to move?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone is assuming that big cities are more and more individualistic why is nothing ready or prepared for people leaving by themselves? I really enjoyed those days to understand all the illogical aspects of our wonderful "modern" society!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I have to thank all people that gave me a hand those days...&lt;br /&gt;See you all soon&lt;br /&gt;XXXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-1662537390845410963?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/1662537390845410963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=1662537390845410963' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/1662537390845410963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/1662537390845410963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-society-is-individualistic-or-not.html' title='Our society is Individualistic or not?'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-4593841398366321899</id><published>2008-09-14T10:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:11:01.967+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You're not 15 anymore</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thee other day a friend of mine told me "you're not a teenager anymore"! It was quite a shock! I believed that I would be a teenager for all my life! However I started to think about my life at that time and now and I would like to share it with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Teenage times (+/-15 y.o):&lt;br /&gt;- back to school - for me there were nice times (good student) with very nice friends that are still in my life and heart&lt;br /&gt;- live with my parents which were very nice BUT had their own rules such as "we will take you at midnight at your friend's house and don't even be 2 minuites late!".&lt;br /&gt;- allways have to explain why, where, when and with whom each time we want to go out (even during the day).&lt;br /&gt;- have to be there and allways eat what they are eating even it is not our cup of tea&lt;br /&gt;- have to smoke in secret&lt;br /&gt;- secret boyfriends&lt;br /&gt;- no personal transportation mean&lt;br /&gt;- nothing to do at home (no domestic tasks or very few)&lt;br /&gt;- no worries about €€€ as we don't have and parents give it to us (after a very good explanation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now (about 12 years later):&lt;br /&gt;- live by yourself - some rent to pay, food, all stuff for home to pay&lt;br /&gt;- all domestic tasks are under your responsibilty&lt;br /&gt;- smoke in front of everyone&lt;br /&gt;- only cook (when you cook) what you like and at the time YOU want (even though lunch can be at 3 or 4pm)&lt;br /&gt;- no problem to exit at midnight - noone to report to!&lt;br /&gt;- Go out everytime you want, where you want, because you want and with the people you wish!&lt;br /&gt;- you have your own car or your friend's one so easier to go out!&lt;br /&gt;- you work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resume: Why feeling sad about our teenage time if now we have more freedom, independance and we are the ones who really decide what to do of our free times??? of course financial aspect only depends from us and life is not really easy on that times but this is the price to pay for independance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am personnaly really but really happy not to be 14 anymore and to be able to make my own schedule without asking anmyone's permission!&lt;br /&gt;27 is another way of saying FREEDOM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-4593841398366321899?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/4593841398366321899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=4593841398366321899' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/4593841398366321899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/4593841398366321899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2008/09/youre-not-15-anymore.html' title='You&apos;re not 15 anymore'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-7861831127199310262</id><published>2008-09-01T14:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:53:14.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Long time no see for a lot of reasons. One of them being lack of inspiration! I am not in a very good mood to write the kind of texts I usually write but I can not stay quite when I see stupid thinks happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last WE as almost every week end or day, one young guy was shot because of a stupid reason: a car! Is there anyways any good reason to shoot someone?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't there any other way to solve problems or diferences than violence? I can imagine that testosterone or any other hormone can be the reason of many fights but shooting someone? Should we now all leave with a gun because we never know???&lt;br /&gt;Someone today was saying that when one shoots someone else it should suffer the same because being in jail is not a real punishment! Is it the solution? I don't believe so!!!&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe that education should be the key of this situation! People gaining respect for the otrhers! Understand that not all means justify a aim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I won't wright more just to say bye to João Paulo who used to work in the same company as I do and for this time, the news did not sound only like "one more accident/fight" to me but a real shock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-7861831127199310262?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/7861831127199310262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=7861831127199310262' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/7861831127199310262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/7861831127199310262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2008/09/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-2991320068245368021</id><published>2008-07-28T21:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:25:36.991+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Elderly People</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here come a topic that really concerns me! People get chocked when they here me saying that I do not like old people (some exceptions to this sentence however). Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would ask the question the other way round: why do we HAVE TO love elderly people?&lt;br /&gt;They are the memory of our family/country/you name it but what kind of memory! A very selective one, as we all have, and most of the time restricted to 1 or 2 moments in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When their capacity reduces, they always keep on thinking they can stay home and be independent! How is it possible to be so far from reality? Aren't elderly people supposed to be wiser? yeah, tell me about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I rather prefer to stress out are every day moments like we all have seen,  i.e.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- most elderly people are already retired and have time to do whatever they want, whenever they want (according to their capacity), so why do they keep on going to the supermarket when most people can? do they really like queuing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About queuing, if they go shopping when the others also go, why do they want to make younger people to wait or to give them their turn? Aren't they there to queue? And if they go on the same time as the others not to feel so alone, then shouldn't they just wait for their turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love when they say that younger people have a hudge lack of respect towards them! That "it was better before and now the society is perverse!" is just one of my favourite sentences. But why do I only hear "dirty compliments" from people that do not have their own teeth anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why, when they bump us on the stress, they never apologize? why don't they great you first when they see you somewhere? and why do they almost never answer back when you are being polite? However if you don't say anything you will be defined as Rude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favourite one, why do they allways think they have the right to judge or give their opinion about everyone's lives even though they almost do not know them? and give their advise about something they do not even remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be subjective on this case, but the real question is: why should I pretend I like them when it is not the case?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-2991320068245368021?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/2991320068245368021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=2991320068245368021' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/2991320068245368021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/2991320068245368021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2008/07/elderly-people.html' title='Elderly People'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-6094943289995797708</id><published>2008-07-21T21:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:49:00.901+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Cheat on someone</title><content type='html'>Nowadays we are on a zapping period however we feel more and more lonely so when we catch someone it is better to try to keep it! The thing is we allways would like to know wether the other channel is better than ours or not... here come some tricks to help you to cheat on your partner in the way that suits you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Traditionnal way:&lt;br /&gt;You meet someone that makes you doubt or think about trying. This is the longest way that might imply the seduction part and maybe some emotional one. This way can affect your present relationship as it is more emocional and the other part might feel it.&lt;br /&gt;The biggest risk about it is that people you meet come from your circles: either a friend of a friend or from your work environment. This means that the other person can try to blackmail you and you might be discovered (sms, phone calls, special looks, etc).&lt;br /&gt;Not that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Little ads in the newspaper: same risks as above just because you don't know who is going to answer to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the more fashionable way is definitely the internet and in this one you have several ways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* sites like: &lt;a href="http://www.meetic.com/"&gt;www.meetic.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.match.com/"&gt;www.match.com&lt;/a&gt;, you name it, are just there to help you! You find the pictures and the computer will try to make the perfect match thanks to your specification!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ads over the internet that allow some contacts before a meeting but it is allways harder than the previous ones as you might not see any picture and you might have no answer back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pay attention to these points if you do not want to be discovered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Allways delete those sites from the Review of the computer;&lt;br /&gt;- Use a new email adress to those contacts and do not let it signed in or registered on your PC;&lt;br /&gt;- Never keep contacts in easy access places, i.e. mobile phone, purse, pockets, etc;&lt;br /&gt;- Change regularily your passwords;&lt;br /&gt;- Never underestimate your partner and allways believe he/she can find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I helped you! Now you just have to chose the best way for you.... and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-6094943289995797708?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/6094943289995797708/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=6094943289995797708' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/6094943289995797708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/6094943289995797708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-to-cheat-on-someone.html' title='How to Cheat on someone'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-4127214795498382811</id><published>2008-07-20T00:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T00:19:26.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hairdresser</title><content type='html'>Women are used to go to the hairdresser. We allways or many times want to change our aspect to whatever reason.&lt;br /&gt;I do however have 2 problems when I go.&lt;br /&gt;1st - they never really understand what we want and some of them love to make what they want to and not what we want! Because of that it happened to me once that I became almost blond and never allowed this lady to even think about touching my hair again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me the worse aspect is that I usually go out from a hairdresser I have the feeling that I look like an elderly lady! I allways look at least 20 years older than what I really am! Huge hair, brushing too pushy it is definitely frustrating! Most of my friends have the same feeling than mine and now comes a logical question:&lt;br /&gt;Why don't they change their way of doing? why do they keep on making the same mistakes if noone likes the pushy brushing? why do they want us to look likeTina Turner????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my mind or at least in my case, the day after is usually much better as the brushing is about gone and this is The day I look much better, better to say : best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After washing my hair I just look like a rat! Nothing to do with what it could be just... a rat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really frustrating not to be able to make a normal brushing or to have a great look when I want to! I am definitely allways looking forward how my hair decide  to be today! It is allways a surprise but not allways a good one! But this is my own problem and not the one of hairdressers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if anyone should have the answer to my question, please give me the clue because I am really curious about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After such a deep thought I think it's time for me to go to bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-4127214795498382811?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/4127214795498382811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/4127214795498382811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2008/07/hairdresser.html' title='The Hairdresser'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1896491357227022935.post-2774834219803577573</id><published>2008-07-17T23:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:49:50.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Hi Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long time no see...&lt;br /&gt;In the past I created a blog to let you ~know about my new life, about all the changes that happened... it was 3 years ago when I left my friends and country to follow a dream, the dream of Love. I believd this love was Real Love but.....&lt;br /&gt;Now I come back, after 3 years I understood that this was not what I wanted, expected etc. No regrets anyways! We cannot regret anything we have done! It was definitely what I belived was right and so I was right to go ahead! Life taught me : never ever regret what you do. Never mind if you are wrong in the end it is allways a good experience and you learn... afterwards Life is all about learning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am here and hope you will be here also,to comment,agree or disagree with the little thoughts I will have about anything that will occur to mu little brain! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I will be writting in English so that no need to translate and you will all understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you and take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love for all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1896491357227022935-2774834219803577573?l=mynew2life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/feeds/2774834219803577573/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1896491357227022935&amp;postID=2774834219803577573' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/2774834219803577573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1896491357227022935/posts/default/2774834219803577573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynew2life.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-back.html' title='I am Back'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07522795666396685865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcMaLT70bfo/SnInmqnq3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/mLAwJF6cFQ4/S220/P7070020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
