<?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-6321143</id><updated>2011-06-08T03:12:49.124-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarteto Japa Forever</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686477259469407824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-1552380694409806424</id><published>2008-08-21T01:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T01:51:38.395-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que vale é a inteção, né?</title><summary type='text'>Devido alguns probleminhas não pude prestar minha homenagem aos meus queridíssimos amiguinhos, Yumi e Edgar. Mas o que vale é a inteção, não é mesmo?? Sendo assim...PARABÉNS PRA VOCÊS NESTA DATA QUERIDAMUITAS FELICIDADES MUITOS ANOS DE VIDA!! Parabéns amiguinhos!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/1552380694409806424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/1552380694409806424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#1552380694409806424' title='O que vale é a inteção, né?'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17079862972446040511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dHB2laCut80/SKzzIsS3GYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/U4YdHgn51LA/s72-c/%5B38%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-7500158930798626621</id><published>2008-05-29T17:05:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T17:17:16.912-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Yumi fala</title><summary type='text'>Voltei pra fazer um balanço da minha vida.Resolvi usar o msn online, já que o meu instalado dá mais pau que a floresta amazônica. Porém, não funciona muito não. Digita devagar, corta as palavras, as minhas mensagens vão pra janelas de outras pessoas... Enfim, desistí.Tô praticamente  no último dia de aula do semestre de SPRING! Amanhã terei 2 provas finais, um de matemática e outro de Film </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/7500158930798626621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/7500158930798626621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7500158930798626621' title='Yumi fala'/><author><name>Yumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849948748849944723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R8UIQdQCZjI/AAAAAAAAGhM/ZPt0rjA0MME/S220/DSC01611.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-1680144013872661756</id><published>2008-04-28T15:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:41:39.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oie</title><summary type='text'>Estou postando somente pra dar o ar da minha existência.E melhor eu já parar porque eu tô falando merda...Ar da minha existência?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/1680144013872661756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/1680144013872661756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#1680144013872661756' title='Oie'/><author><name>Yumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849948748849944723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R8UIQdQCZjI/AAAAAAAAGhM/ZPt0rjA0MME/S220/DSC01611.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-7519191928873073836</id><published>2008-04-15T00:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T00:19:30.659-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se tiver um tempão, leia [parte 2]</title><summary type='text'>Em resposta ao post do Ed"Se tiver um tempinho, leia":Para o post do Ed: ?????Vamos traduzir:O tempo é relativo. Você acha que'a pessoa é velha com tal idade, e quando você chega nessa tal idade, percebe que ainda é um fraldão.O ITouch é ultra mega moderno, mas num futuro muito próximo, isso virará um tamagoshi.E eu continuarei usando papel higiênico.........Ah! não! haverão privadas cujos botoes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/7519191928873073836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/7519191928873073836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#7519191928873073836' title='Se tiver um tempão, leia [parte 2]'/><author><name>Yumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849948748849944723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R8UIQdQCZjI/AAAAAAAAGhM/ZPt0rjA0MME/S220/DSC01611.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-8783515387682274165</id><published>2008-04-09T22:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T23:10:06.359-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ódio!!! (?)</title><summary type='text'>Substantivo transformado em verbo?Verbo que virou substantivo?não importa a gramática. ou importa?é mais fácil definir o que é ódio do que o que é amor. tão parecidos e tão antagônicos...parecidos?nem o mais parecido com o ódio se parece tanto: detestar.eu detesto, tu detestas, ele detesta... tudo bem...mas existe detestação??? detestamento???onde eu quero chegar?Ora, porque raios ODIAR mereceu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/8783515387682274165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/8783515387682274165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#8783515387682274165' title='Ódio!!! (?)'/><author><name>Cascão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03870548558798429656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-8023604134768062675</id><published>2008-04-08T00:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T00:13:53.962-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se tiver um tempinho, leia.</title><summary type='text'>O tempo é relativo. Nunca me canso de falar sobre a tal da relatividade, pois sempre há margens para pontos de vista. O tempo é peculiar. É o gerador de relatividade. Que criança nunca achou que com 25 anos sria um completo adulto?O tempo é a instituição que nos deixa velho. Só precisamos usar a tal da relatividade. Peguei-me lendo sobre a Constituição ederal de 1946. Pensei "nossa, que velho, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/8023604134768062675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/8023604134768062675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#8023604134768062675' title='Se tiver um tempinho, leia.'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686477259469407824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-1561870056861035397</id><published>2008-04-02T01:23:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T01:46:27.377-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Marley and Me</title><summary type='text'>Um dia antes do meu embarque com destino á Chicago (yeah, conheci o aeroporto cuja privada é toda automática), meu pai me deu o livro "Marley e Eu" de John Grogan. Lí o começo que é bem engraçado, depois abandonei o coitado do livro por razões de sonolência (inventar palavra é moda) e minha excitação (não sei a palavra em português) de pisar em solo norte-americano.Voltei à lê-lo 3 meses depois, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/1561870056861035397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/1561870056861035397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#1561870056861035397' title='Marley and Me'/><author><name>Yumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849948748849944723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R8UIQdQCZjI/AAAAAAAAGhM/ZPt0rjA0MME/S220/DSC01611.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R_MO9LDMKfI/AAAAAAAAGiY/uv-QSwGXLGM/s72-c/marley_me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-4607338012715280898</id><published>2008-04-02T00:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T00:21:23.784-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeiro de Abril</title><summary type='text'>Até o ORKUT tá nessa onda: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/4607338012715280898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/4607338012715280898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4607338012715280898' title='Primeiro de Abril'/><author><name>Yumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849948748849944723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R8UIQdQCZjI/AAAAAAAAGhM/ZPt0rjA0MME/S220/DSC01611.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R_L7l7DMKeI/AAAAAAAAGiQ/oluAJws7NjE/s72-c/orkut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-7118142763758252649</id><published>2008-04-01T23:59:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T00:19:32.694-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Redação</title><summary type='text'>Hoje foi mais um dia que eu fiquei totalmente estressada. Ando estressada e com paciência ilimitada ultimamente.Bom, na aula de Inglês (aquela maldita aula com a professora que susurra), recebo de volta a minha outra redação... C... eu coleciono C's naquela aula. Na verdade, coleciono 7,5, mas em letras, seria um "C" né? Espero que sim.E lá vem outra redação pra escrever...Já liguei o google.com </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/7118142763758252649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/7118142763758252649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#7118142763758252649' title='Redação'/><author><name>Yumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849948748849944723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R8UIQdQCZjI/AAAAAAAAGhM/ZPt0rjA0MME/S220/DSC01611.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R_L67LDMKdI/AAAAAAAAGiI/Szsqsq6huyI/s72-c/reda%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-926712731425630753</id><published>2008-03-27T01:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T01:47:26.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hein?</title><summary type='text'>Você é uma daquelas pessoas que não sabe o que fazer com seus arquivos eletrônicos?Eu estou tentado repassar tudo do meu fotolog para qualquer outro site/página/blog da vida. Quero deletar meu fotolog de 3 anos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/926712731425630753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/926712731425630753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#926712731425630753' title='Hein?'/><author><name>Yumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849948748849944723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R8UIQdQCZjI/AAAAAAAAGhM/ZPt0rjA0MME/S220/DSC01611.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-7470248459919676734</id><published>2008-03-25T23:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:38:06.262-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Segundo dia breakeiro</title><summary type='text'>Hoje não morrí! =]Certo que acordei ás 8 da manhã me sentindo como se eu tivesse sido murrada na noite anteiror. Eu tava pregada, colada com super bonder na cama. Daí a mãe fala que Adam tem dentista lá perto da USC - University Southern California, Los Angeles. Como eu amaria estudar lá! Imensos buildings estilo igreja, hmm... estilo filme (pq eu já vi gravar Gilmore Girls lá), e o tanto de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/7470248459919676734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/7470248459919676734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#7470248459919676734' title='Segundo dia breakeiro'/><author><name>Yumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849948748849944723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R8UIQdQCZjI/AAAAAAAAGhM/ZPt0rjA0MME/S220/DSC01611.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-7246390963199880431</id><published>2008-03-25T02:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T02:23:16.948-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Queimou a boca, Yumi?</title><summary type='text'>Videozinho by Ed da Yumi (eu!) comendo a comida dos meninos.Agosto/2007.http://videolog.uol.com.br/video?309501</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/7246390963199880431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/7246390963199880431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#7246390963199880431' title='Queimou a boca, Yumi?'/><author><name>Yumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849948748849944723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R8UIQdQCZjI/AAAAAAAAGhM/ZPt0rjA0MME/S220/DSC01611.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-753834753910735959</id><published>2008-03-25T01:25:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T01:54:07.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><summary type='text'>Voltei!Sempre abro a janelinha para postar, mas nunca posto.Estamos no Spring. Spring break. Grande merda.Aqui tudo funciona a base das estações do ano. Cada estação tem aquela semaninha de férias-folga-whatever. Até os professores falam: "Não vou pedir Homework porque quero que vocês aproveitem e descansem nessa semana do Srping Break". Aqui é assim: ou você estuda, ou trabalha. Ninguém (quase) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/753834753910735959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/753834753910735959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#753834753910735959' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Yumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849948748849944723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R8UIQdQCZjI/AAAAAAAAGhM/ZPt0rjA0MME/S220/DSC01611.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-3790051919381789813</id><published>2008-03-25T01:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T01:19:30.337-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"O tempo paaassa... o tempo voooa...</title><summary type='text'>...e o Cascão completando 24 anos numa boaaaaa...  24 primaveeeras."FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIOMuitas felicidades e que seu caminho seja sempre iluminado na busca pelo sucesso. E espero que com o passar dos anos, vc possa descobrir o quanto a vida é mucho linda. PARABÉNS! ^^</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/3790051919381789813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/3790051919381789813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#3790051919381789813' title='&quot;O tempo paaassa... o tempo voooa...'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17079862972446040511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dHB2laCut80/R-h8etGiNFI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/FFobrp-PqFI/s72-c/%5B32%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-1207957934647435660</id><published>2008-03-16T12:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T12:14:00.609-03:00</updated><title type='text'>karate kid #1</title><summary type='text'>Para quem gosta de pancadaria, socos e chutes onomatopéicos alá homem-morcego e heróis que salvam o mundo: digo que está lendo o post errado.Este que vos falo é um ex-praticante assíduo do esporte tema do filme do Sr. Miagi. Digo que o filme é Hollywoodiano. Prefiro eles aos cults. Porém, por obséquio, esqueçam a parte do caratê do filme.E por que estou falando isso?Ontem fui polir o carro do meu</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/1207957934647435660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/1207957934647435660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#1207957934647435660' title='karate kid #1'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686477259469407824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-8880174398649355237</id><published>2008-03-10T23:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:17:42.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A título de curiosidade...</title><summary type='text'>... como foi seu fim de semana?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/8880174398649355237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/8880174398649355237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#8880174398649355237' title='A título de curiosidade...'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686477259469407824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-4150326906948859493</id><published>2008-03-10T01:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T01:38:01.005-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Antes tarde do que nunca...</title><summary type='text'>E cantem "Aleluia...", pq a moça tímida, quieta e envergonhada resolveu sair da toca. Mas agora que resolvi aparecer, o povo sumiu!WELCOME para mim! Hahaha...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/4150326906948859493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/4150326906948859493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#4150326906948859493' title='Antes tarde do que nunca...'/><author><name>Erika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17079862972446040511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-2698681971390575848</id><published>2008-03-06T23:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T23:48:28.132-03:00</updated><title type='text'>colágeno</title><summary type='text'>Odeio o fundinho da gelatina: ele é meio durinho, não dissolve na boca.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/2698681971390575848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/2698681971390575848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#2698681971390575848' title='colágeno'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686477259469407824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-2979328933208803407</id><published>2008-03-04T01:37:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T01:56:13.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'>tempo, pra quem tem tempo.</title><summary type='text'>O tempo nos dá barbas e cabelos brancos. Há quem diga que é a experiência brotando em nosso crânio; há quem diga que são os problemas surgindo.Quando somos crianças sempre achamos que nossos pais são nossos heróis. Tudo que dizem são máximas. Como seguidores absolutos e fãs incondicionais, os pais sempre têm razão. Quando chegamos na adolescência nos contradizemos. Os pais nunca sabem de nada: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/2979328933208803407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/2979328933208803407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#2979328933208803407' title='tempo, pra quem tem tempo.'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686477259469407824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-7836069294332353211</id><published>2008-02-28T23:45:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T11:04:10.258-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma que morre</title><summary type='text'>cu.ri.o.si.da.desf (lat curiositate) 1 Qualidade de curioso; desejo de desvendar, saber ou ver. 2 Indiscrição. 3 Objeto raro ou original. 4 fam Trabalho ligeiro e recreativo. 5 Gosto das coisas raras ou originais. sf pl Objetos raros ou originais.A língua portuguesa é tão interessante. Muita gente fala que eu falo muito difícil, mas estão redondamente enganadas. Ora, eu falo fácil: existem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/7836069294332353211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/7836069294332353211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7836069294332353211' title='Mais uma que morre'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686477259469407824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-4057508380851258423</id><published>2008-02-27T23:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T00:21:26.079-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz open-book</title><summary type='text'>1- Nome completo? Prazer, Yumizita (da Silva Sauro) 2- Apelido? Yumizita pros amigos, Yumitchan pra familia, e Deia pros amigos velhos. Pros preguiçosos, Yuuuuuuu. 3- Cor favorita? Azul, Verde, amarelo.... rosa, roxo... eu nao ligava pra cor até perceber que tudo o que eu tenho é Azul! 4- Time?  Ahhh, huahuaua time....  Eu tava pensando em horas. Tipo, "taime"... Taime pra quê? ahuahua É TIME! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/4057508380851258423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/4057508380851258423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#4057508380851258423' title='Quiz open-book'/><author><name>Yumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849948748849944723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R8UIQdQCZjI/AAAAAAAAGhM/ZPt0rjA0MME/S220/DSC01611.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-2714090507952988225</id><published>2008-02-27T00:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T00:42:23.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jantar legal</title><summary type='text'> Jantar legal e gostoso na casa do Cascãoagosto/2007 - twister</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/2714090507952988225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/2714090507952988225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#2714090507952988225' title='Jantar legal'/><author><name>Yumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849948748849944723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R8UIQdQCZjI/AAAAAAAAGhM/ZPt0rjA0MME/S220/DSC01611.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R8TbvdQCZhI/AAAAAAAAGhA/UvguFaMA2dc/s72-c/1188052770_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-5539832143022550103</id><published>2008-02-26T21:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:15:24.526-03:00</updated><title type='text'>aliança x compromisso</title><summary type='text'>é o fim da picada...não consigo mais trabalhar sossegado e toda hora aparece uma coisa...que coisa???ah... sabe aquele tal desfile de alianças prateadas nos dedos de meninas ou quase crianças??? que coisa chata!!!eu te pergunto porque eu preciso perguntar: o que fazem aqueles que levam a coisa a sério???para que serve uma aliança???ou melhor para que serve uma no dedo de uma menina de 13 anos??? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/5539832143022550103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/5539832143022550103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#5539832143022550103' title='aliança x compromisso'/><author><name>Cascão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03870548558798429656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-8618345577189778535</id><published>2008-02-26T20:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T20:23:07.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Odeio...</title><summary type='text'>... querer espirrar e não conseguir. Olho pra luz, e nada.E pior: fico com aquela cara de "assustado_ao_meio_dia", no qual fica com a boca aberta e tenta abrir e fechar os olhos ao mesmo tempo por causa da luz.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/8618345577189778535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/8618345577189778535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#8618345577189778535' title='Odeio...'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686477259469407824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-3136809862069520548</id><published>2008-02-26T18:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T19:07:29.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Note</title><summary type='text'>"Andreia,you state a strong and definite point in opening. In closing, you make a connection to opening by saying that your migration to California led to your realization of the real meaning of friendship. You see the need for your reader to tie things together. To follow along from the begginging to end I'd like to see the before and during and after pictures of your insight in areas that are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/3136809862069520548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/3136809862069520548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#3136809862069520548' title='Note'/><author><name>Yumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849948748849944723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R8UIQdQCZjI/AAAAAAAAGhM/ZPt0rjA0MME/S220/DSC01611.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-5763975615310163614</id><published>2008-02-26T18:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T18:55:04.417-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não-inteligente... Burra?</title><summary type='text'>Sobre meu post anterior...Se todo japa é inteligente, blablablá, rico e pasteleiro,eu sou, sem dúvida, A escessão.Já tenho um salário mega encurtado,e não trabalho em feira...o único que eu poderia ser, era ao menos, ser inteligente.Por que eu não nasci com os miolos com QI elevados?Tinha feito uma mega redação, deu um trabalho do kct, foi corrigido e recorrigido, e tal. Todo trabalho e eu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/5763975615310163614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/5763975615310163614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#5763975615310163614' title='Não-inteligente... Burra?'/><author><name>Yumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849948748849944723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R8UIQdQCZjI/AAAAAAAAGhM/ZPt0rjA0MME/S220/DSC01611.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-3839448375219784109</id><published>2008-02-23T19:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T19:27:43.204-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou Japa, mas não sou nerd</title><summary type='text'>Enquanto isso, no comunidade do ORKUT, as frases que mais ouvimos:" Você é a única japonesa lerda que eu conheço""Não se fabricam mais orientais como antigamente""Japa do Paraguai""Vc é japa... então vc consegue passar!""Claro que vc passa no vestibular. Vc tem neorônios de japa. Vc é inteligente desde que nasceu!""Você é o único japones burro que conheço"."Garanto que quando to cagando, vc ta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/3839448375219784109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/3839448375219784109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#3839448375219784109' title='Sou Japa, mas não sou nerd'/><author><name>Yumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849948748849944723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R8UIQdQCZjI/AAAAAAAAGhM/ZPt0rjA0MME/S220/DSC01611.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-2603358188160388294</id><published>2008-02-23T02:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T02:38:13.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Itunes</title><summary type='text'>Abro meu Itunes...• If someone says, "Is this okay?" You say...It's up to you - Dj Gvo  (putz putz)•How would you describe yourself?Invencible - Five  (Scott era meu favorito hahaha. Boy Band lover, admito!)•What do you like in a guy/girl?1000 things - Jason Mraz (Não sei quem é. Apareceu aqui e é legal!)•How do you feel today?Sick and tired - Anastacia• What is your life's purpose?Forever Young </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/2603358188160388294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/2603358188160388294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#2603358188160388294' title='Itunes'/><author><name>Yumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849948748849944723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R8UIQdQCZjI/AAAAAAAAGhM/ZPt0rjA0MME/S220/DSC01611.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-210155431594044399</id><published>2008-02-22T23:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T23:57:48.487-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ácido</title><summary type='text'>Bom dia, Ed!Ed e todos estão 5 horas ahead de mim.Bom, quanto à história do ácido...Entendi bulhufas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/210155431594044399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/210155431594044399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#210155431594044399' title='Ácido'/><author><name>Yumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849948748849944723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R8UIQdQCZjI/AAAAAAAAGhM/ZPt0rjA0MME/S220/DSC01611.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-2111477572652511425</id><published>2008-02-22T23:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T23:51:13.471-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom dia!</title><summary type='text'>As pessoas falam bom dia em qual intenção? Querem verdades ou sorrisos? Ora, a pessoa tem direito de não ter um bom dia, ou pelo menos ter um péssimo começo.E aquela "te amo não é bom dia"? Quer dizer agora que bom dia se fala para qualquer um? E mais: não é verdadeiro?Poxa, mas tem um porteiro aqui que não fala bom dia.Bom dia em plena meia noite? Não pode ser um desejo adiantado para o dia </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/2111477572652511425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/2111477572652511425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#2111477572652511425' title='Bom dia!'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686477259469407824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-3920991192162440413</id><published>2008-02-22T23:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T23:39:00.704-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><summary type='text'>Estou começando a ficar com medo de escrever nesse blog...O Cascão e o Ed detonam...Detonam tanto que ás vezes eu não os entendo...Meu cérebro é devagar. Ele tem efeito tartaruga com cãimbra.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/3920991192162440413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/3920991192162440413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#3920991192162440413' title='...'/><author><name>Yumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849948748849944723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R8UIQdQCZjI/AAAAAAAAGhM/ZPt0rjA0MME/S220/DSC01611.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-3966508276000974644</id><published>2008-02-22T21:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:37:47.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inauguração</title><summary type='text'>Já foi a uma festa de inauguração???Daquelas que tem salgadinho, refrigerante e sorrisos amarelosAquelas mesmas que tudo que se vê são apertos de mão... e apertos de mão... e abraços... e parabéns... Parabéns!!!Já foi em alguma dessas???não há lugar no mundo, ou conhecido, que haja essa mistura caótica, cáustica, confusa, penetrante e pedante de sensações e desejos...o anfitrião de um lado não </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/3966508276000974644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/3966508276000974644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#3966508276000974644' title='Inauguração'/><author><name>Cascão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03870548558798429656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-1637434458877108219</id><published>2008-02-22T02:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T02:38:35.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sei resolver</title><summary type='text'>x² + 7xy + 12y² . x² - xy - 2y²____________ ___________ x² + 2xy - 8y² x² + 4xy + 3y²Isso é multiplicação.Ninguém aqui sabe, hahahaPor que essa bosteta não fica do jeito que escrevo? Os denominadores se grudam, o  [.] vezes [x] também anda! =[</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/1637434458877108219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/1637434458877108219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#1637434458877108219' title='Não sei resolver'/><author><name>Yumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849948748849944723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R8UIQdQCZjI/AAAAAAAAGhM/ZPt0rjA0MME/S220/DSC01611.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-1182942286338354080</id><published>2008-02-21T21:58:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T20:56:01.866-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Acorde dormindo.</title><summary type='text'>Sonhos não realizados são promessas vazias. A vida não tem graça sem aquela sensaçãozinha de borboletas no estômago. De vez em quando temos que ver passarinhos verdes, apaixonar-nos por alguma coisa, nem que por um carro, por um relógio, por uma roupa, ou até mesmo (pasmem!) por uma pessoa.Pra que viver um dia após o outro? Podemos sim viver nossos sonhos, os dias de amanhã. Afinal, quero ser </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/1182942286338354080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/1182942286338354080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#1182942286338354080' title='Acorde dormindo.'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686477259469407824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-50852998232506962</id><published>2008-02-21T02:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T02:39:30.052-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AuPair</title><summary type='text'>** Redação meia boca que fiz pra aula de English 28 **On July of 2006 I made the most important decision of my life, which I am still not sure if I did the right thing. I decided to be an Au Pair.One night I was in Spanish class for Ecological Guide course. I loved all the class this course offered to me, but this one, Spanish class, was the worst one. The only foreign language I have learned was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/50852998232506962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/50852998232506962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#50852998232506962' title='AuPair'/><author><name>Yumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849948748849944723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R8UIQdQCZjI/AAAAAAAAGhM/ZPt0rjA0MME/S220/DSC01611.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-3332963592248066346</id><published>2008-02-21T00:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T00:18:50.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time....</title><summary type='text'>Oi, tudo bom?Já que a Yumi fez uma auto biografia: era uma vez...Eu fiz um ano e alguns cabelos a menos de ciências da computação. Mas antes disso passei por muitas interrogações na hora de decidir o que fazer.Passei no vestibular do Mack de Propaganda e Marketing no meio do terceiro colegial. Não podia fazer matrículas por motivos óbvios. No fim do ano passei em Adm no Mack e Ciências da comps </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/3332963592248066346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/3332963592248066346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#3332963592248066346' title='Once upon a time....'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686477259469407824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-748221467989575039</id><published>2008-02-20T17:12:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:32:19.962-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Major...</title><summary type='text'>Eu sempre fui meio lelé da cuca e nunca soube o que fazer da vida... No terceiro colegial, 2002, eu era a única que não sabia o que ser quando crescer. Enquanto todos estavam se preparando para o vestibular, eu estava enrolando e enrolando porque eu não tinha nada em mente do que fazer.Depois do colegial, fiz um ano de cursnho pré vestibular, 2003, não para estudar e passar numa pública, e sim </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/748221467989575039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/748221467989575039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#748221467989575039' title='Major...'/><author><name>Yumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849948748849944723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R8UIQdQCZjI/AAAAAAAAGhM/ZPt0rjA0MME/S220/DSC01611.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-6079988535556867803</id><published>2008-02-19T13:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T13:42:39.717-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><summary type='text'>eu ia postar uma redação....deixa pra lá...ahaha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/6079988535556867803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/6079988535556867803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#6079988535556867803' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Yumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849948748849944723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R8UIQdQCZjI/AAAAAAAAGhM/ZPt0rjA0MME/S220/DSC01611.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-7815831699541474169</id><published>2008-02-18T14:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T15:02:33.622-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrabble</title><summary type='text'>Eu sempre fui fã desses jogos que fazem a gente pensar. Adoro palavras cruzadas, mas o Sudoku era o meu vício.Pois então. Hoje joguei Scrabble com o Adam, de 11 anos. Perdi de lavada. Ontem tinha jogado Scrabble com meu menino de 9 anos. Tinha perdido de lavada.Eu com o meu dicionário inglês-português para ter certeza de que ele não está roubando, e ele com a mãe jornalista/redatora dele ajudando</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/7815831699541474169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/7815831699541474169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7815831699541474169' title='Scrabble'/><author><name>Yumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849948748849944723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R8UIQdQCZjI/AAAAAAAAGhM/ZPt0rjA0MME/S220/DSC01611.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R7nHhNQCZPI/AAAAAAAAGfM/Zebuz9MVVl8/s72-c/scrabble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-6715284590104089427</id><published>2008-02-18T01:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T01:49:56.678-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Formatura parte 2</title><summary type='text'>Concordo, Ed.Também não sou nem um pouco fã de bailes e essas coisas chicosas. Meu dinheiro tem que ser investido em algo mais útil do que vestir aquele casacão e aquele chapeuzinho com fiozinho por algumas horinhas.Mas não há como negar que formatura de faculdade é importante demais.Ta aê algo para se pensar agora. E agora?Eu tinha recusado a formatura do colegial por motivos financeiros. Sabia </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/6715284590104089427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/6715284590104089427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#6715284590104089427' title='Formatura parte 2'/><author><name>Yumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849948748849944723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R8UIQdQCZjI/AAAAAAAAGhM/ZPt0rjA0MME/S220/DSC01611.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-1635282458196324120</id><published>2008-02-18T01:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T01:26:26.452-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A formatura</title><summary type='text'>Ontem foi meu baile de formatura. Na sexta foi minha colação de grau. Porém, não compareci a nenhum dos dois eventos. Eu não ligo para baladas, festas de formatura e nem para festa de casamento, ainda que se forem as minhas.Ainda prefiro gastar essas altas cifras em viagens. Acho que se tivesse poder aquisitivo maior teria mais prazer em gastar com essas coisas. As visões de mundo mudam, os </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/1635282458196324120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/1635282458196324120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#1635282458196324120' title='A formatura'/><author><name>ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686477259469407824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321143.post-6242891677970417559</id><published>2008-02-18T00:34:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T00:56:32.721-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Yumi fala Oi</title><summary type='text'>A idéia do Ed foi simplesmente fantástica.Já que não podemos mais ter aquela convivência cara-a-cara por 4 motivos:- Yumi tá na Califórnia, mundão chato, meo deos;- Cascão só trabalha;- Erika ta lá pra Maomé;- Ed é o único que pode mas ninguém pode...... o lance foi manter a relação via blog!E o que a internet não faz....That's us! Because we are always on black!Mas agora temos 4 outros problemas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/6242891677970417559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321143/posts/default/6242891677970417559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alendamizade.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#6242891677970417559' title='Yumi fala Oi'/><author><name>Yumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08849948748849944723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R8UIQdQCZjI/AAAAAAAAGhM/ZPt0rjA0MME/S220/DSC01611.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_m3AWelRKAXA/R7j__9QCZOI/AAAAAAAAGfE/Te4S_G2ZT-o/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
