<?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-6993529611636395186</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:42:01.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarmais.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6993529611636395186/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarmais.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paula Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773787957449429243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ujgfpRamCg/SSCL-UZWwAI/AAAAAAAAACk/39Zoa_2sWjc/S220/ATgAAABU_u5DjWSERq0Lu2lsSMz-CEwpSYKJkz6y9tAczNvZAEFn1Kg68EbBQ08lzFYzobaRsIBmKGpewtjv3pCxAxoDAJtU9VBfSG61ugTrC4lah49dQxxW7E-Bcw.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993529611636395186.post-484482866369516723</id><published>2011-01-25T20:03:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T20:09:43.710-02:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Ainda não to falando com meu pai. Vontade é o que não falta, mas o orgulho é maior e não me deixa chegar e falar um oi.&lt;br /&gt;O que eu faço??? Ele tambem não chega e fala comigo, como vou saber de ele quer falar comigo ou não???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas enfim... Vou tentar esquecer isso um pouco. Não vou pra casa da minha avó, meu irmão vai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vou sair com meu namorado.. Aiii.. Que bom!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6993529611636395186-484482866369516723?l=pensarmais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarmais.blogspot.com/feeds/484482866369516723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarmais.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6993529611636395186/posts/default/484482866369516723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6993529611636395186/posts/default/484482866369516723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarmais.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Paula Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773787957449429243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ujgfpRamCg/SSCL-UZWwAI/AAAAAAAAACk/39Zoa_2sWjc/S220/ATgAAABU_u5DjWSERq0Lu2lsSMz-CEwpSYKJkz6y9tAczNvZAEFn1Kg68EbBQ08lzFYzobaRsIBmKGpewtjv3pCxAxoDAJtU9VBfSG61ugTrC4lah49dQxxW7E-Bcw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993529611636395186.post-1679333047457830253</id><published>2011-01-25T10:09:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T10:12:49.995-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje..</title><content type='html'>Hoje acordei pior do que fui dormir ontem.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de dormir me estressei muito, mas consegui meditar e relaxar. Fui dormir bem.&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje já acordei me estressando, sozinha.. Aqui tudo me estressa..&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde vou pra casa da minha avó, lá me estresso mais por causa da cadela chata dela.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que o dia não seja muito estressante.. Vou fazer meu exercício do dia pra relaxar e vou um pouco a praia.. E lógico, ver meu amor, meu porto seguro, minha calmaria...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6993529611636395186-1679333047457830253?l=pensarmais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarmais.blogspot.com/feeds/1679333047457830253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarmais.blogspot.com/2011/01/hoje.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6993529611636395186/posts/default/1679333047457830253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6993529611636395186/posts/default/1679333047457830253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarmais.blogspot.com/2011/01/hoje.html' title='Hoje..'/><author><name>Paula Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773787957449429243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ujgfpRamCg/SSCL-UZWwAI/AAAAAAAAACk/39Zoa_2sWjc/S220/ATgAAABU_u5DjWSERq0Lu2lsSMz-CEwpSYKJkz6y9tAczNvZAEFn1Kg68EbBQ08lzFYzobaRsIBmKGpewtjv3pCxAxoDAJtU9VBfSG61ugTrC4lah49dQxxW7E-Bcw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993529611636395186.post-3583734228465947165</id><published>2011-01-24T22:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T22:06:04.644-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Virei mais uma página do livro da vida: uma nova fase.. Novas experiências.. Novos erros.. Nova vida!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                    Wanderleia Isabel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6993529611636395186-3583734228465947165?l=pensarmais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarmais.blogspot.com/feeds/3583734228465947165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarmais.blogspot.com/2011/01/virei-mais-uma-pagina-do-livro-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6993529611636395186/posts/default/3583734228465947165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6993529611636395186/posts/default/3583734228465947165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarmais.blogspot.com/2011/01/virei-mais-uma-pagina-do-livro-da-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17773787957449429243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ujgfpRamCg/SSCL-UZWwAI/AAAAAAAAACk/39Zoa_2sWjc/S220/ATgAAABU_u5DjWSERq0Lu2lsSMz-CEwpSYKJkz6y9tAczNvZAEFn1Kg68EbBQ08lzFYzobaRsIBmKGpewtjv3pCxAxoDAJtU9VBfSG61ugTrC4lah49dQxxW7E-Bcw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
