<?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-94420133426504611</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:45:05.386-07:00</updated><category term='Noruega'/><category term='poemas'/><category term='stuffs'/><category term='pensamentos'/><category term='letters'/><category term='links'/><category term='fotos'/><category term='Musicas'/><title type='text'>It´s my life...</title><subtitle type='html'>Rosi in Wonderland.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-6819787830154313405</id><published>2009-10-19T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:40:12.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Ta chegando a hora...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aos meus amigos : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cíntia, Débora, Leila, Lucrécia, Luiza, Camila, Monique, Graziele, Barbara, Patricia, Marcileide, Viviane, Paula, Erlon, Duzinho, Leo, Humberto, Diogo, César, Zé Luiz, Danilo, Feijão, Tiago, Caio, Rafael, Maurinei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu aprendi que nao importa quanta seriedade a vida exija de voce, cada um de nos precisa de um amigo brincalhao para se divertir junto. ( Me diverti muito com vocês )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MINHA DESPEDIDA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é um adeus definitivo...&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Vou sair pelo mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Vou viajar...Estudar..&lt;br /&gt;Vou curar as feridas da alma...&lt;br /&gt;E também do coração....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou analisar o mundo os Astros...&lt;br /&gt;Mas levo todos vocês em meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Vou deixar a porta aberta para quem quiser...&lt;br /&gt;Visitar-me e deixar o seu recado...&lt;br /&gt;Onde quer que eu esteja...&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que der passarei para lhe visitar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou errante...Viajante do tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou como o vento...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas eu passo...&lt;br /&gt;Se sentires um leve aroma de jasmim....&lt;br /&gt;Serei eu que estarei chegando...&lt;br /&gt;Pra matar minha saudade...&lt;br /&gt;Dos amigos que aqui deixei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou passar na Noruega...&lt;br /&gt;Vou brincar na neve...&lt;br /&gt;Vou levar meu violão...&lt;br /&gt;Vou rimar meus versos...&lt;br /&gt;Vou ouvir meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Vou apreciar a natureza...&lt;br /&gt;Vou observar o colorido das flores...&lt;br /&gt;Vou melhorar meu visual...&lt;br /&gt;Vou aos anjos agradecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é um adeus...Apenas uma partida...&lt;br /&gt;Na vida precisamos inovar novos caminhos...&lt;br /&gt;E eu ainda sou uma mera aprendiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;DEIXO A TODOS&lt;br /&gt;UM ATÉ BREVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levo um pouquinho de todos vocês...&lt;br /&gt;E deixo a saudade de meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem na fé...&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem com Deus...&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar estarei torcendo por todos vocês amigos queridos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-6819787830154313405?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/6819787830154313405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=6819787830154313405' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/6819787830154313405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/6819787830154313405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/10/ta-chegando-hora.html' title='Ta chegando a hora...'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-3474330413971473300</id><published>2009-10-14T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:54:24.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Homem nenhum pode ser feliz sem um amigo, nem pode estar certo desse amigo enquanto não for infeliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Se um amigo te pede dinheiro, pensa bem qual dos dois preferes perder: o dinheiro ou o amigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quando o meu amigo está infeliz, vou ao seu encontro; quando está feliz, espero por ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quiseste expor teu coração a nu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; E assim, ouvi-lhe todo o amor alheio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Ah, pobre amigo, nunca saibas tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Como é ridículo o amor... alheio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eu aprendi que nao importa quanta seriedade a vida exija de voce, cada um de nos precisa de um amigo brincalhao para se divertir junto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Precisa-se de um amigo que diga que vale a pena viver, não porque a vida é bela, mas porque já se tem um amigo. Precisa-se de um amigo para se parar de chorar. Para não se viver debruçado no passado em busca de memórias perdidas. Que nos bata nos ombros sorrindo ou chorando, mas que nos chame de amigo, para ter-se a consciência de que ainda se vive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Fácil é ser colega, fazer companhia a alguém, dizer o que ele deseja ouvir. Difícil é ser amigo para todas as horas e dizer sempre a verdade quando for preciso. E com confiança no que diz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Um amigo falso e maldoso é mais temível que um animal selvagem; o animal pode ferir seu corpo, mas um falso amigo irá ferir sua alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Toda despedida é dor... tão doce todavia, que eu te diria boa noite até q amanhecesse o dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Amo-te tanto, meu amor...não cante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;     O humano coração com mais verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;     Amo-te como amigo e como amante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;     Nunca, sempre diversa realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;     Amo-te afim, de um calmo amor prestante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;     E te amo além, presente na saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;     Amo-te, enfim, com grande liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;     Dentro da eternidade e a cada instante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;     Amo-te como um bicho, simplesmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;     De um amor sem mistério e sem virtude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;     Com um desejo maciço e permanente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;     E de amar assim muito amiúde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;     É que um dia em teu corpo de repente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;     Hei de morrer de amar mais do que pude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Poema do amigo aprendiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Quero ser o teu amigo. Nem demais e nem de menos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Nem tão longe e nem tão perto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Na medida mais precisa que eu puder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Mas amar-te sem medida e ficar na tua vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Da maneira mais discreta que eu souber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Sem tirar-te a liberdade, sem jamais te sufocar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Sem forçar tua vontade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Sem falar, quando for hora de calar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; E sem calar, quando for hora de falar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Nem ausente, nem presente por demais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Simplesmente, calmamente, ser-te paz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; É bonito ser amigo, mas confesso é tão difícil aprender! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; E por isso eu te suplico paciência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Vou encher este teu rosto de lembranças, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Dá-me tempo, de acertar nossas distâncias..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A felicidade de um amigo deleita-nos. Enriquece-nos. Não nos tira nada. Caso a amizade sofra com isso, é porque não existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-3474330413971473300?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/3474330413971473300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=3474330413971473300' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/3474330413971473300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/3474330413971473300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/10/amigos.html' title='Amigos'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-7224788211006044051</id><published>2009-08-06T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:20:57.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><title type='text'>Tua palavra é luz para os meus caminhos!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SntJLaIup_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/LztwzrB9ExU/s1600-h/church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SntJLaIup_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/LztwzrB9ExU/s400/church.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366963841285400562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-7224788211006044051?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/7224788211006044051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=7224788211006044051' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/7224788211006044051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/7224788211006044051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/08/tua-palavra-e-luz-para-os-meus-caminhos.html' title='Tua palavra é luz para os meus caminhos!!!'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SntJLaIup_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/LztwzrB9ExU/s72-c/church.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-8326591467204852859</id><published>2009-07-26T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T07:28:41.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>A set of guidelines put together by women for men. Oh yes!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A set of guidelines put together by women for men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. The toilet seat. You put it up, you can put it down. It isn’t too hard. We think you can handle it. It’s basic physics—What goes up, must come down. You can do it. Put it down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2. We are always pretty. In your eyes we should be beautiful no matter what time of day. Tell us we are pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3. The fat question. We are never fat. We are always pretty. If we keep asking you, ask us if going for a run together would make us feel better. And then you can see us all hot and sweaty…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4. Shopping. We like to shop, so let us shop. And come with us. We like having someone tell us what looks good and what doesn’t. And don’t tell us you don’t know what looks good. You do. And there just might be something in it for you… maybe a new shirt and a look at us in some hot jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5. We have clothes to look good for you. Don’t tell us we have too many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6. Shoes are like friends, you can never have too many—that’s a golden rule even you cannot change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;7. We care how we look because we are on your arm. We do it because we care about you. We don’t want to look bad for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;8. Don’t tell us that we whine about you to our friends. In fact, don’t ever tell us what we do. Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;9. Sports aren’t just for guys. Nine times out of ten you are sitting next to an athlete who can probably beat you in a long distance race. So next Sunday when the game is on, ask her to watch it with you, and even if she doesn’t know what is going on, it’s just another chance to snuggle up on the couch with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;10. PMS isn’t the answer to everything, so don’t just say we are moody because of that. Ask us what is wrong and you might just find out something is really going on, after asking a few times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;11. Yeah, we know. You want to know what is wrong the first time you ask. We’re female. We’re damn close to perfect, but not quite there yet. So hang in there and we eventually will tell you what is going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;12. We are entitled to one chick flick a month. That’s a rule. And these chick flicks pile up, like gift certificates. So don’t be afraid to ask us if we want to see a movie, you just might enjoy it. And maybe we’ll use this certificate on a movie we both want to see, you’d be surprised if you just gave it a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;13. We worry about you because we care about you. Take care of yourself. As cute as you are on pain medication, we don’t want to spend our Sunday afternoons in the emergency room holding your hand. Take care of yourself, simple as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;14. We just want you to be there for us. Our girlfriends are good for that too, but you’re our best friend and there is no one better to go to that our best friend. We tell you things we would never imagine telling the girls. So be there for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;15. Remember dates. It isn’t that hard. Get yourself a calendar if you have that much trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;16. You think we’re hard to buy gifts for? Try buying for yourself! Everything we think of is “okay” or “nice” but you never give us any further indication. So help us out a little bit or you just might end up with another Led Zeppelin CD, which isn’t that bad of gift come to think of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;17. You’re not Mr. Fix It. As much as you think you are, you don’t know how to get everywhere, and you can’t fix everything on your own. So ask us for some help sometimes. We might not know everything, but we might have a good time trying to figure it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;18. “Yes,” “No,” and “Whatever” are not acceptable answers, especially in a fight. Don’t even try to use those, unless you really like seeing us angry. That just hurts us because it makes us feel that we are not worthy of your time, which we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;19. We’re sorry we cry, but we are just and emotional species. Sorry. There is nothing we can do about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;20. These rules are written by woman, for man. They are subject to change at any time. No man knows all the rules and never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Finally…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;21. Remember, man may wear the pants, but woman controls the zipper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-8326591467204852859?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/8326591467204852859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=8326591467204852859' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/8326591467204852859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/8326591467204852859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/07/set-of-guidelines-put-together-by-women.html' title='A set of guidelines put together by women for men. Oh yes!!!!'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-4312868605595342662</id><published>2009-07-10T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:12:51.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musicas'/><title type='text'>Quem sou EU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2T3hUdhQO_0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2T3hUdhQO_0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-4312868605595342662?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/4312868605595342662/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=4312868605595342662' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/4312868605595342662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/4312868605595342662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/07/quem-sou-eu.html' title='Quem sou EU?'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-4614426628391233118</id><published>2009-05-26T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:18:33.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Integrais... 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Uma das minhas paixões, afinal sou Engenheira né....'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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/_-w48aduAY24/ShyGtbaAjMI/AAAAAAAAAdw/rWQAKYwEZJg/s72-c/integral1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-7923846763226006058</id><published>2009-05-26T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:50:31.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Long Distance Relashionships!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Gosto desse cara, ele escreve coisas bem legais, e incentiva a continuarmos nosso relacionamento a distância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ele tem o dom de fazer tudo, mas tudo mesmo , parecer muito fácil e simples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O amor é assim né....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Simples...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Deve ser vivido , apesar das distancias e altos e baixos da vida de todo casal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me ajudou e ajuda muito mesmo !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sblake.com/index.phtml"&gt;http://www.sblake.com/index.phtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-7923846763226006058?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/7923846763226006058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=7923846763226006058' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/7923846763226006058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/7923846763226006058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-distance-relashionships.html' title='Long Distance Relashionships!!!'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-2358558524907365752</id><published>2009-05-14T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:11:19.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Sem Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Putz ando tão ocupada com a faculdade, cheia de trabalhos para fazer que fiquei sem tempo pra escrever aqui. Porem deixa só passar essa época de trabalhos e provas que eu volto a postar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Por enquanto fiquem com Deus !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-2358558524907365752?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/2358558524907365752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=2358558524907365752' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/2358558524907365752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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tem bastante coisa legal, tem palavrões tambem :S .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mas é isso ai, pode ser interessante você saber como comunicar com a galera né...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dicionarioinformal.com.br/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dicionarioinformal.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-5947066849681852569?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/5947066849681852569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=5947066849681852569' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyUQIMQgrI/AAAAAAAAAb4/85QcuGDRVWc/s1600-h/205059.jpg"&gt;'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyUPndwtwI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_mUhUlesvJE/s1600-h/girlsjustwannahavefun2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyUPndwtwI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_mUhUlesvJE/s400/girlsjustwannahavefun2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331299054912583426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bagunça na feira do estudante semana passada com minha amiga, pra quem não me conhece eu sou a loira ai hihihi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyUP0NlIZI/AAAAAAAAAbw/PwYGuluv9ZA/s1600-h/IMG_3002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyUP0NlIZI/AAAAAAAAAbw/PwYGuluv9ZA/s400/IMG_3002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331299058334376338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-363544496106479384?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/363544496106479384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=363544496106479384' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/363544496106479384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/363544496106479384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/bagunca-na-feira-do-estudante-semana.html' title='Girls Just Wanna Have Fun - O lema da minha vida!!!'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyUPndwtwI/AAAAAAAAAbo/_mUhUlesvJE/s72-c/girlsjustwannahavefun2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-8838193846631031279</id><published>2009-05-02T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T11:10:04.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Balanço de 2008.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas coisas aconteceram esse ano, posso dizer que todas boas, salvo algumas exceções...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bem esse ano realizei o maior sonho da minha vida que era conhecer a Noruega...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Viajei mais uma vez, continuo tendo minha vida boa, sendo mimada , amada pela familia e amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Badalei menos, beijei menos, dormi menos, trabalhei mais , e tambem trabalhei + de madrugada, por isso dormi menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Percebi que os primeiros fios brancos começaram a nascer, meu rosto mudou, engordei, porem fiquei melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aprendi a viver mais na minha, aprendi a ser auto - suficiente, mais humilde, humana, me aproximei mais de Deus, descobri que Jesus é o máximo e hoje somos melhores amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tambem fui na igreja onde Hillsong United faz cultos , isso la na Inglaterra, porem perdi o show deles aqui no Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Vi praia de pedra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Vi o nascer do sol la na Terra gelada , que é a Noruega, conheci pessoas interesantes, que acrescentaram muito na minha vida, porem tambem conheci muita gente idiota que não vale um centavo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aprendi que não devo depender da minha família , que não devo ser apegada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Percebi que minha prima que convivo desde que nasci é um nojo de pessoa, quando ela quer, esse ano tambem não vi meu primo Alexandre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Conheci um arabe de tirar o folego, um norueguês pelo qual eu me apaixonei, não fui ao aniversário de uma das minhas melhores amigas, a Débora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Por falar em amigas... cada uma segue seu destino...não temos tempo de nos ver , e isso algumas vezes me deprime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Percebi que tenho mais preguiça, vontade de ficar em casa, continuo uma pessoa digamos " economica" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Não uso mais o telefone, resolvo tudo pela net, vivo num mundo virtual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Comi carne uma vez esse ano e não passei mal, comi muita comida japonesa, comi bacalhau fresco e o original, ganhei um presente lindo de um cara muito especial, em uma data que não era especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Continuo uma roedora de unhas compulsiva, resolvi deixar meu cabelo crescer, aprendi a falar mais baixo, joguei fora as cartas de amor que eu recebi durante minha adolescência, finalmente arrumei meu quarto, fiz um mural de fotos, continuei ouvindo os meus LP´s, ou famoso bolachão...adoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Observei melhor as estrelas, tentei conta- las mas me perdi la por volta das 134, percebi que são muitas, e que elas sempre estão lá, mesmo que eu não as veja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Resolvi usar pijama nos dias frios, e continuo odiando meia pra dormir, continuo sem espinhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mudei o numero do meu manequim : de 38 pra 40, o sapato continua 35 né...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Comecei a tomar 2 litros de agua por dia, mas mesmo assim tive 2 vezes infecção urinária.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Fiquei viciada em ORKUT e FACEBOOK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Comi MELKSJOKOLADE pela primeira vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Continuo não gostando de rap, manos e afins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ainda detesto salada, comi pizza em cone pela 1ª vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Um dos meus cachorros morreu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nãao viajei a lua, nao fui abduzida, não vi o chupa cabra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Não tive conjuntivite, nem sinusite, nenhum ite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ainda tenho meus livros de turismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Comprei muitos sapatos, tive alergia ocular devido a lente de contato, conheci uns amigos que outrora eram só amigos virtuais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pintei meu quarto de rosa escuro, comecei a gostar de country, to sem carro, comecei usar filtro solar todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Retomei projetos antigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Percebi que em um relacionamento , só o amor não é o suficiente, percebi que diferença de idade conta muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Não bebo mais, não faço mais sexo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Fiz menos ginástica, me tornei sedentária.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me estressei, surtei, me senti inferior, superior, confusa, amada, odiada, raivosa e amavel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ainda não casei, ainda não sou mãe, ainda moro com meu pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mudei minha direção de vida e agora eu tenho um plano , um objetivo pra lutar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Deus me deu sonhos, ai sonhos tão lindos, to lutando por eles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Agora escolhi engenharia ambiental, quero melhorar meu norueguês e seguir em frente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tudo esta acontecendo ao contrário do que eu imaginei na verdade; porem esta bem melhor do que tudo que eu planejei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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Rosi</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-3422545435480018197</id><published>2009-05-02T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T11:06:11.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musicas'/><title type='text'>O Rio de Janeiro Continua LINDO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Veio meio que sem querer ,mas me dominou ..o Rio de Janeiro é lindo...amei amo e sempre amarei ...quero morar la um dia ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aqui vai três fotos tiradas la ...não é nem a metade do que eu tirei ,mas ja da pra ter uma noção...Ta bom pegamos um tempo feio,mas mesmo assim tava tudo tão lindo ,imagina com um solzão de 40 °C!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;De matar um de tanta loucura....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Agora uma musiquinha pra relaxar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyKp31eXaI/AAAAAAAAAbg/YDh6HLcxW2M/s1600-h/rio01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyKp31eXaI/AAAAAAAAAbg/YDh6HLcxW2M/s400/rio01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331288510867332514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O Rio de Janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Continua lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O Rio de Janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Continua sendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O Rio de Janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Fevereiro e março...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alô, alô, Realengo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aquele Abraço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alô torcida do Flamengo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aquele abraço!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Chacrinha continua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Balançando a pança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E buzinando a moça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E comandando a massa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E continua dando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As ordens no terreiro...Alô, alô, seu ChacrinhaVelho guerreiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alô, alô, Terezinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Rio de Janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alô, alô, seu Chacrinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Velho palhaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alô, alô, Terezinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aquele Abraço!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyKp-Z_nrI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Qec75Z9dJ3o/s1600-h/n701085167_647443_3983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyKp-Z_nrI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Qec75Z9dJ3o/s400/n701085167_647443_3983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331288512631119538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alô moça da favela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aquele Abraço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Todo mundo da Portela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aquele Abraço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Todo mês de fevereiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aquele passo!Alô Banda de Ipanema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aquele Abraço!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Meu caminho pelo mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eu mesmo traço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A Bahia já me deu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Régua e compasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quem sabe de mim sou eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aquele Abraço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Prá você que meu esqueceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ruuummm!Aquele Abraço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alô Rio de Janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aquele Abraço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Todo o povo brasileiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aquele Abraço!...O Rio de Janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Continua lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O Rio de Janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Continua sendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O Rio de Janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Fevereiro e março...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alô, alô, Realengo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aquele Abraço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alô torcida do Flamengo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aquele Abraço!...(2x)Chacrinha continua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Balançando a pança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E buzinando a moça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E comandando a massa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyKphjVZWI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ovTz7UI1UWY/s1600-h/n701085167_647385_6874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyKphjVZWI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ovTz7UI1UWY/s400/n701085167_647385_6874.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331288504885667170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E continua dando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As ordens no terreiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alô, alô, seu ChacrinhaVelho guerreiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alô, alô, Terezinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Rio de Janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alô, alô, seu Chacrinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Velho palhaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alô, alô, Terezinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aquele Abraço!...Alô moça da favela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aquele Abraço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Todo mundo da Portela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aquele Abraço!Todo mês de fevereiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aquele passo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alô Banda de Ipanema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aquele Abraço!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Meu caminho pelo mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eu mesmo traço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A Bahia já me deu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Graças a Deus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Régua e compasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quem sabe de mim sou eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;É claro!Aquele Abraço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Prá você que meu esqueceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ruuummm!Aquele Abraço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alô Rio de Janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aquele Abraço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Todo o povo brasileiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aquele Abraço!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Todo mês de fevereiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aquele Abraço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alô moça da favela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aquele Abraço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Todo mundo da Portela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E do Salgueiro e da Mangueira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E todo Rio de Janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E todo mês de fevereiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-3422545435480018197?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/3422545435480018197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=3422545435480018197' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/3422545435480018197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/3422545435480018197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-rio-de-janeiro-continua-lindo.html' title='O Rio de Janeiro Continua LINDO!!!'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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/_-w48aduAY24/SfyKp31eXaI/AAAAAAAAAbg/YDh6HLcxW2M/s72-c/rio01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-6136054338390539193</id><published>2009-05-02T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:54:11.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>O Amor esta no Ar, Love is in the Air !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyIo9DZy4I/AAAAAAAAAbI/ecd8E0DM_Pk/s1600-h/amor%2520em%2520tudo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyIo9DZy4I/AAAAAAAAAbI/ecd8E0DM_Pk/s400/amor%2520em%2520tudo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331286296064805762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Amor,Essa palavra cara,Que dão uso sem pensar,Amor?Amor não é só amar,Não vem de fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nem de dentroAmor é estar!&lt;br /&gt;Não é paixão nem desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Amor é ser!Amor é dar!Não é o fogo que arde sem se ver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Amor é rir!Não é de sorte nem de azar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nem nasce à primeira vista!Amor é pensar!Convidar e conviver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Amor é, e sempre será, amor!Enquanto amar for dar valor!Amor é plantar e ver crescer,Sem nunca perder de vista!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É esperar e desesperar!É ter e não poder tocar,É ver e não olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Amor é dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sem pensar em receber!É não ir sem avisar,Amor é vir sem perguntar,Ficar e não voltar.É dizer sem pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sem mal-dizer.Amor não é para,É andar em linha recta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sem destino onde chegar,Sem um rumo a seguir,Senão amar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é, gostar!Discutir sem magoar,Criticar sem ofender!Amor é fazer sem pensar.É querer e não poder,É pensar em não querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E só querer pensar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é não ter e procurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Perder e encontrar.Amor é guardar!Escrever e recordar,Reviver e repartir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Amor é acordar a rir!É entrar e não sair,Ouvir sem interromper,Escutar e dar valor.Amor… é ver!É venerar!Estar presente e adorar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Amor é beijar, falarE é também chorar!Mas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haverá algo mais bonito que o verbo amar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-6136054338390539193?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/6136054338390539193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=6136054338390539193' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/6136054338390539193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/6136054338390539193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-amor-esta-no-ar-love-is-in-air.html' title='O Amor esta no Ar, Love is in the Air !!!!'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyIo9DZy4I/AAAAAAAAAbI/ecd8E0DM_Pk/s72-c/amor%2520em%2520tudo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-5868001335004637238</id><published>2009-05-02T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:51:19.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musicas'/><title type='text'>Amar Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Amar Você (Segredo Do Meu Coração)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Originals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Composição: Michael Sullivan / Paulo Massadas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Amar você,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O sonho que eu guardei pra mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Amar você,A vida foi quem quis assim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eu te amo e isso eu não sei mais mudar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Amar você,0Segredo do meu coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Amar você,É toda a minha ilusão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eu te amo, faz parte de mim te adorar(Ah, ah, ah, uh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quanto mais o tempo passa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mais eu quero te encontrar.(Quero te encontrar)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Descobrir na luz da lua, o teu olhar(Uh, uh, uh, uh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me perder no teu abraço, enfim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;É assim que eu sei gostar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Que fazer de mim se você não voltar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Amar você,O sonho que guardei pra mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Amar você,A vida foi quem quis assim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eu te amo e isso eu não sei mais mudar[Solo](Ah, ah, ah, uh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quanto mais o tempo passa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mais eu quero te encontrar.(Quero te encontrar)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Descobrir na luz da lua, o teu olhar(Uh, uh, uh, uh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me perder no teu abraço, enfim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;É assim que eu sei gostar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Que fazer de mim se você não voltar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Amar você,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O sonho que guardei pra mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Amar você,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A vida foi quem quis assim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eu te amo, faz parte de mim te adorar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eu te amo e isso eu não sei mais mudar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eu te amo e isso eu não sei mais mudar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-5868001335004637238?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/5868001335004637238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=5868001335004637238' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/5868001335004637238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/5868001335004637238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/amar-voce.html' title='Amar Você'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-9153061658030469999</id><published>2009-05-02T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:50:18.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Simplesmente FELIZ!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim sou  feliz, linda  e  posso dizer que eu sou uma mulher realizada....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Todas as promessas de Deus estão se cumprindo, acredite tambem e ele realizara os desejos de seu coração....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Não precisa muito  basta ter fé...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E  é isso que agrada  a Deus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sem fé é impossivel agradar a Deus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Acredite....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lute..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Persevere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bata,bata que um dia a porta se abre...e voce alcança finalmente aquilo que voce tanto busca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Fica com Deus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ha Det&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-9153061658030469999?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/9153061658030469999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=9153061658030469999' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/9153061658030469999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/9153061658030469999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/simplesmente-feliz.html' title='Simplesmente FELIZ!!!!'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-4276632970146822004</id><published>2009-05-02T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:48:06.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noruega'/><title type='text'>Meu Site sobre a Noruega!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyHOpRO-2I/AAAAAAAAAbA/c_fuDWefGCM/s1600-h/437990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 91px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyHOpRO-2I/AAAAAAAAAbA/c_fuDWefGCM/s400/437990.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331284744565881698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Esta desatualizado, mas contem coisas interessantes!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jegelskernorge.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jegelskernorge.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-4276632970146822004?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/4276632970146822004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=4276632970146822004' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/4276632970146822004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Meu Amor Maior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyFj5CQOtI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/m9CL2BwoWgU/s1600-h/bandeira.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyFj5CQOtI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/m9CL2BwoWgU/s400/bandeira.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331282910552013522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Carioca de coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyFkuSExWI/AAAAAAAAAaw/JK1Ppe8y8jE/s1600-h/Rio_de_Janeiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyFkuSExWI/AAAAAAAAAaw/JK1Ppe8y8jE/s400/Rio_de_Janeiro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331282924845450594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Paulista de Nascimento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyFkeHIX2I/AAAAAAAAAao/tFQIJ2t_BrY/s1600-h/Sao_Paulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyFkeHIX2I/AAAAAAAAAao/tFQIJ2t_BrY/s400/Sao_Paulo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331282920504581986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Norueguesa por paixão!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyFkYXZsNI/AAAAAAAAAag/bS-eULyR9As/s1600-h/Bandeira-Noruega.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyFkYXZsNI/AAAAAAAAAag/bS-eULyR9As/s400/Bandeira-Noruega.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331282918962213074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Raízes!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyFkDXr14I/AAAAAAAAAaY/iELAOHZzAUw/s1600-h/bandeira-portugal.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyFkDXr14I/AAAAAAAAAaY/iELAOHZzAUw/s400/bandeira-portugal.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331282913326258050" border="0" 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style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Não sei como começar esse post.....Estou tão ansiosa e ao mesmo tempo feliz, triste, chorona, apressada, segura, confusa.....Parece que tenho todos os sentimentos do mundo de uma só vez.....Poucos dias antecedem o tal dia...Muitas pessoas me perguntam por quê Noruega ???Putz nem eu mesma sei o por que, só sei que há muito tempo já apreciava esse país tão lindo e por que não dizer louro????Sim quem me conhece sabe que eu adoro loiros,não sou ,nunca fui e nunca serei hipócrita a ponto de negar isso....Sempre tive o sonho de ir pra Escandinavia, e apos me encontrar em Deus ele reavivou esse desejo outrora adormecido por certas circunstâncias da vida e momentos que passei.Deus esta fazendo tudo no tempo certo e me dando direções, traçando rotas e revelando os seus desejos mais secretos, Deus se revela para aquela pessoa que crê nele e não duvida, só isso que ele pede ,confiança e perseverança...Esperei por um longo tempo, mas agora é a hora ...Esse é o meu sonho, o sonho de Deus pra minha vida, me desculpe se o meu sonho não é o SEU padrão de "sonho", mas esse é o meu...Já tenho tudo que Ele poderia me dar,tenho paz amor saúde, fé ,uma família feliz....E tudo que eu pedi a Deus e peço é só um pedido....Claro que eu não vou escrever enquanto não se realiza, esta a caminho já.Nada material me satisfaz, meu negócio é espiritual.È isso ai ,seguindo vivendo acreditando, alias é por isso que eu acho que Deus age na minha vida, as vezes sou meia panqueca, cometo erros primarios, mas nunca, nunca duvidei do poder de Deus e da sua Soberania.nossa..Jesus Rocks...hahahahahaEle simplesmente é o máximo e me da muito mais do que eu peço e mereço.vou até o fim com meu propósito e um deles é com certeza ir pra Noruega, esse Deus ja realizou ...embarco daqui 2 semanas ....Confesso que estou com dores de barriga, to roendo as unhas, com dores musculares,eitha..quanta ansiedade...não pode Rosi!!!!!!Mas sim estou assim, porem tudo dara mais que certo, estarei com uma amiga linda e muito estimada ,que abriu as portas de sua casa pra mim, com muito amor e atenção ...Muita coisa acontecerá....Amigos peço desculpas se durante esses dias tenho sido desatenciosa, se não tenho respondido telefonemas e tal, porem não consigo me concentrar em nada...To boba ainda....To indo pro lugar que eu mais tenho vontade de estar em toda a face da Terra...Poxa vida é de tirar o sono mesmo, de tanto planejar e sonhar....Mas apesar de tanta ansiedade to muito, mas muito feliz pois eu sonhei os sonhos de Deus e ele os realizou na hora certa...Sabe por que????Por que Deus não demora....Ele CAPRICHA.Até a volta ....ops até a chegada na Noruega....Te vejo lá.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-1047221007411410988?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-6624821384181370378</id><published>2009-05-02T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:32:44.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Que meigo ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyDmPf5xXI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Ga1OBpnxs1o/s1600-h/pinkheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyDmPf5xXI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Ga1OBpnxs1o/s400/pinkheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331280751918433650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mamãe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando acordo perdido na noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;E te chamo pra me socorrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sem saber o que fazer eu te abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Você canta pra me adormecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas você quer brincar e não liga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Joga a bola e começa a correr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Vem nanar com mamãe minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas você já não quer nem saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Você pensa que é dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tudo é alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Como é que eu vou te explicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Que a noite é do sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Que o amor não tem dono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;E que eu tenho uma joia, uma vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dorme, dorme, dorme, dorme meu bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dorme, dorme agora está tudo bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando choro no meio da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sonho mau não me deixa dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Nos teus braços você me esconde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Do teu colo eu não quero sair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;E adormece feliz num abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;O teu corpo apertado ao meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Somos feitos do mesmo pedaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;E me sinto tua dona e teu Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas você logo acorda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Quer brincar, jogar bola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Como é que eu vou te explicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Que a noite é do sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Que o amor não tem dono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;E que eu tenho uma joia, uma vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dorme, dorme, dorme, dorme meu bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dorme, dorme agora está tudo bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dorme meu bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-6624821384181370378?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/6624821384181370378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=6624821384181370378' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/6624821384181370378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/6624821384181370378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/que-meigo.html' title='Que meigo ....'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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/_-w48aduAY24/SfyDmPf5xXI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Ga1OBpnxs1o/s72-c/pinkheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-6253314943319146458</id><published>2009-05-02T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:31:03.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Como posso explicar ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.....Tantos altos e baixos em minha vida???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As vezes chego a pensar que sou um pouco caprichosa demais,sabe cheia de frescura....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O tempo como dizem faz milagres,hum eu acredito e tambem  as vezes simplesmente maltrata,despedaça um coração.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje posso dizer que estou triste e feliz ao mesmo tempo....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feliz pq sei que Deus olha pra mim,não desistiu de mim e que ele tá sempre por perto ,me protegendo de todo o mal ,porém meu vão coraçaõzinho é louco e detalhista....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acho que vou ficar pra titia.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por que busco tanta coisa em uma única pessoa????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estaria eu exagerando???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que é um gosto?Uma preferencia?Até que ponto ela pode atrapalhar sua vida???Ou pelo menos retarda-la?Sabe quando paro e lembro de todas as coisas boas que a vida me apresentou e eu disse não,vem um sentimento de fracasso,desespero e de burrice.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O meu erro foi acreditar no perfeito....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que vejo que está longe de ser atingido tanto por mim ,como por voce, por qualquer um.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somos imperfeitos ,até quando pensamos que somos perfeitos,hoje conversei com um cara especial que quer o mesmo que eu,casar logo e constituir uma family...poderiamos ter seguido adiante,mas sei lá, o mesmo problema de sempre ,eu de novo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pensando sempre que mereço mais e mais.....Jesus misericórdia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vim do pó e ao pó voltarei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei agora por que choro,por ter agido sem pensar ,me arrependo pra sempre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não possso conviver com tais situações.... que me remetem a pensar em família,quero isso logo mesmo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alguns podem dizer que estou louca,mas cada um tem o sonho que quer ou que merece ,esse é o meu....já poderia ter realizado,mas espero a pessoa certa,sempre contando que ela seja aquilo tudo que eu esquematizei em minha cabeça....O meu "ideal" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acredito em promessa e isso que me faz viver e seguir adiante,mas confesso que choro....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Choro de ansiedade.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juro que queria me entender ,mas confesso que não to entendendo nem o que eu to escrevendo mais ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já realizei várias coisas,vivo bem ,tenho um emprego bom, um nivel cultural bom tb,amigos,estudos,o que me falta agora é alguem...Como muitos dizem ,a metade da laranja,e é esse o meu sonho a ser realizado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um homem fofo,que ame a Deus,fiel,que fale baixo,gentleman,amável,bem humorado,elegante,magro,sem musculos,não cuspa na frente de ninguem ( odeio isso),estatura mediana,branco,loiro de olhos claros,azuis na verdade,com cara de maçãzinha,bem vermelhinho(não riam tá)!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se voce for assim pode se candidatar ,se quiser é claro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahhahahaahahahahahahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cansei de sonhar sozinha,pois assim é só um sonho,e sonho que se sonha junto é realidade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-6253314943319146458?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/6253314943319146458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=6253314943319146458' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/6253314943319146458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/6253314943319146458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/como-posso-explicar.html' title='Como posso explicar ???'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-1143523203874232516</id><published>2009-05-02T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:30:35.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Perdida e Achada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cada um de nós é um universo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Frases,frases e mais frases por que adoro tanto essas frases e ditados????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Muita coisa tem acontecido nesses ultimos dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Planos que outrora tinham ido embora,que estavam adormecidos,esquecidos,neutralizados voltaram com força total!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tudo que foi levado ,tomado será restituido!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O tempo que roubado foi não poderá se comparar com tudo  aquilo que o Senhor tem preparado....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Esperança é muito mais do que uma relez palavra,é um sentimento que anda lado a lado com a fé!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Na verdade a esperança é a palavra usada por aqueles que não conhcem a Cristo,já a fé é usada por nós cristãos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A fé é a certeza das coisas que se esperam,aquelas que não existem!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aquelas que não se vêem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Minha fé aflorou,desabroxou ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nunca duvide ,fique ansioso,por que dessa forma voce neutraliza o poder de Deus em sua vida;ouvi essa frase e aprendi,é a pura verdade,porém as circunstâncias que nos são impostas muitas vezes nos fazem desanimar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Como fazer então pra não desanimar e duvidar???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Orar,clamar,quando não tiver mais saídas, louve a Deus e ele lhe trará a resposta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pois é........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Agradeço a Deus pela vida de algumas pessoas ,as quais eu amo,familia ,amigos.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Obrigado por existirem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Vó...encrenqueira,como eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pai...Me irrita as vezes mas adoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O outro é meio louquinho,tive a quem puxar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mamãe you re always on my mind (R.I.P.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tio..cabelinhuuuuuuuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ana prima que ficou bonitona ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Barbara,irmã...meia hihihii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alexandre primo doido vixi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Irene aff que malinha.kkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Camilinha amo te flor.voce é parte de mim,metamorfose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lucrécia é tudo que eu não sou a paz hihihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Grazi a tempestade aque eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Luíza sepre me desculpa amo te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Leila praticamente irmã ate nascemos no mesmo dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cintia amo te mais que bombom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Débora presente de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Marci sempre de bom humor admiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nei amooooooooooooo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Léo trilili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Erlon xuxu amooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Felipe pq voce e assim tao perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cesar bondade irmão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Juliano traste mais amavel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Por que voces são básicos,do lado esquerdo do peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pastor Silas Malafaia,louvo a Deus pela sua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tem muita gente nova que me faz feliz ,e já é muito importante:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dani,Mari,Caio,Nato,Danilo,Junior....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Queria estar com todos,provavelmente esqueci de alguem,me perdoe ,minha memoria já não é das melhores..hihihihihihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Natal esse é meu ultimo aqui no Brasil,porem sepre levarei esse paísa em meu coração,afinal my heart is green and yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Porem corre nessas veias um certo sangue azul e vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hihihhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Norueguês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-1143523203874232516?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/1143523203874232516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=1143523203874232516' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/1143523203874232516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/1143523203874232516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/perdida-e-achada.html' title='Perdida e Achada'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-6095383034213432949</id><published>2009-05-02T10:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:24:24.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><title type='text'>Moro num País Tropical, abençoado por DEUS e bonito por Natureza. Brazil, ops Brasil, Love You!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Te amo Brasil!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyBkUUjp2I/AAAAAAAAAaA/E2SybqvnIxQ/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyBkUUjp2I/AAAAAAAAAaA/E2SybqvnIxQ/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331278519830030178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Paraísooooooooooooooooooooooo Trindade, Rio de Janeiro !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyBkQ0Dz7I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/9XPh6OGOUSM/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyBkQ0Dz7I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/9XPh6OGOUSM/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331278518888419250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-6095383034213432949?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/6095383034213432949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=6095383034213432949' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/6095383034213432949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/6095383034213432949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/moro-num-pais-tropical-abencoado-por.html' title='Moro num País Tropical, abençoado por DEUS e bonito por Natureza. Brazil, ops Brasil, Love You!!!'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyBkUUjp2I/AAAAAAAAAaA/E2SybqvnIxQ/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-235880202770127686</id><published>2009-05-02T10:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:21:51.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><title type='text'>Minha Caricatura!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyBI5jfY4I/AAAAAAAAAZw/8tpKP4jktn8/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyBI5jfY4I/AAAAAAAAAZw/8tpKP4jktn8/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331278048788439938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-235880202770127686?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/235880202770127686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=235880202770127686' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/235880202770127686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyAhYzlb9I/AAAAAAAAAZo/gKO7DYgtIZw/s1600-h/namorados0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hoje me peguei sentindo falta de algo........já faz um tempo que optei por ficar só, até aparecer aquela pessoa que eu sei; é aquela que irá viver comigo "the whole life".Eu acredito....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Preciso de paciencia,fé e paz.Acreditar e nunca desistir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyAhP88I9I/AAAAAAAAAZg/ZnJihYcsKmY/s1600-h/namorados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyAhP88I9I/AAAAAAAAAZg/ZnJihYcsKmY/s400/namorados.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331277367605994450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Sei que voce está cada vez mais perto,Deus te trouxe pra perto!!!!!!!!Apromessa mais gostosa e linda que já recebi.Juntos; uma vida por vir,planos,sonhos,pensamentos,amores,desejos,olhares,calor,rubor,tensão,paixão,pele,química,cheiro,mordidas,e tudo mais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A dois tudo é mais interessante e puro!!!Principalmente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Te aguardo ansiosamente!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyAhYzlb9I/AAAAAAAAAZo/gKO7DYgtIZw/s1600-h/namorados0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfyAhYzlb9I/AAAAAAAAAZo/gKO7DYgtIZw/s400/namorados0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331277369982676946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-978906263941949393?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/978906263941949393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-1068383391311922721</id><published>2009-05-02T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:16:47.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Felicidade master</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Muito feliz desde a ultima terça-feira...Confirmações,poder e fé....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Peguei me em meio a um momento de reflexão sobre algo tão banalizado hoje em dia :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O casamento,que no meu ponto de vista é o auge da visão e anseio de Deus para a vida do homem.Porque ele mesmo;Deus;disse:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Não é bm que o homem viva só,por que se um cair o outro o ajuda a levantar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sempre fui contra o casamento ,por acreditar em verdades ignorantes,como sendo o casamento a maior prisão que um ser humano podia entrar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tola,confesso já fui,perdi várias oportunidades de ser feliz,perdi pessoas que me amaram e faziam tudo por mim,mas quem perde em algum momento ganha!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Com isso ganhei experiência,tolêrancia,amor e fé.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aprendi que a vida segue o curso que Deus quer; e não os planos de papel que eu tracei,hoje me coloco a disposição dele, e vejo que a vida só não é boa realmente!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Que preciso de alguem ,um companheiro,confidente,amante,marido ,de verdade,uma promessa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alias voce acredita em promessa???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pois bem,eu sim,e é por uma promessa de Deus que eu vico ,respiro e espero,longos dias de espera,ansiedade e curiosidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A minha única alegria é saber que quem tem promessa não morre!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ao contrário;renasce a cada manhã para assim presenciar o que Deus planejou pra sua vida e desfrutar a cada dia de suas bençãos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hoje mudei realmente os meus pensamentos;não penso como outrora;como uma libertina.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A vida é tão boa pra disperdiça-la em um segundo,farei de minha vida uma intensidade de prazer,tolerância,paciência e amor.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Saber esperar é o tal do X da questão....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sabe por que???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Por que Deus não demora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ele CAPRICHA!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-1068383391311922721?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/1068383391311922721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=1068383391311922721' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Que eu gosto tanto desse lugar???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;E é pra lá que eu vou ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Deus não esqueceu de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sua destra me sustenta e me faz permanecer!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx_jaZYI3I/AAAAAAAAAZY/9zVHgdMYe4I/s1600-h/Longyearbyen4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx_jaZYI3I/AAAAAAAAAZY/9zVHgdMYe4I/s400/Longyearbyen4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331276305257735026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Aurora Boreal!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx_jE_kGGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/egN6pF5UIKI/s1600-h/aurora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx_jE_kGGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/egN6pF5UIKI/s400/aurora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331276299512322146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-2123729881927583629?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/2123729881927583629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=2123729881927583629' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/2123729881927583629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/2123729881927583629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/por-que-sera-hein-hehe.html' title='Por que sera hein??? hehe'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx_jaZYI3I/AAAAAAAAAZY/9zVHgdMYe4I/s72-c/Longyearbyen4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-6016802407585191015</id><published>2009-05-02T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:35:13.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noruega'/><title type='text'>Por que eu amo demais!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx_EF4agGI/AAAAAAAAAZI/tItBQqgvLrw/s1600-h/norway42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx_EF4agGI/AAAAAAAAAZI/tItBQqgvLrw/s400/norway42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331275767174824034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(POST DO ANO PASSADO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro Brazil ...ops...brazil,ai errei de novo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caraca.Brasil...depois Noruega no coração.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por que foi plantado por Deus esse desejo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amo essa bandeira,lembra a cruz de Cristo,que eu respeito demais né....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bem por hoje é só ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;boa semana,por que pra mim essa semana foi bem corrida,fiz o horário da madrugada aquio no hospital e to um pouco cansadinha,já já to indo embora descansar muito e gozar das minhas folgas nesses próximos feriados!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas amo trabalhar onde trabalho,é o melhor lugar!!!Um dia sentirei saudades,das turbulências,do ambiente,de tudo....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah essa semana tem o niver de uma amiga muito linda e querida a Débora,Felicidades...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E como a vida não é só alegria: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leila aqui fica meus pesares em relação a sua vózinha ,força(não consegui falar com voce)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que droga,mas em breve conversaremos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Natal em breve, vou ir a rua normandia em moema tirar fotos;lá sempre fica lindo nessa época de Natal.postarei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saldo do mês: $$$ a mais no bolso,porem não consegui ir a feira escandinava.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas tudo bem ,nas minhas férias vou a Noruega mesmo!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahahahahahaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bem acho que já percebeu que assim como eu falo, escrevo demais tambem...chega preciso ir embora do setor ....ainda tenho aula de noruegues hoje que por sinal não vou já fazem duas semanas ;devido aos meus horários doidos...hehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vou ver se hoje não capoto na mesa que nem na quarta feira....pensei que aguentaria ,porwem dormi,dormi ,e dormi,na mesa ...tava lendo pra ficar acordada´,porem acordei babando ..hahahaahhaaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chega ,cala a boca Rosi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijos Encantados pra todos....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A e desculpa ,eu não permito comentários aqui no meu blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posso parecer chata,mas é minha opção,vou dizer pq....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esse blog é tipo um diário....não consegui comprar um esse ano..hehehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sendo assim é pessoal,voce pode ler,mas não pode dar palpite na minha vida.putz acho que fui muito rude,ah mas é a verdade....leia a vontade e leia meu outro blog sobre minha viagem a Noruega&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://jegelskernorge.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://jegelskernorge.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;porem comentários não,pq eu nem respondo mesmo.... sem tempo as vezes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desculpe a minha sinceridade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-6016802407585191015?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/6016802407585191015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=6016802407585191015' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/6016802407585191015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/6016802407585191015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/por-que-eu-amo-demais.html' title='Por que eu amo demais!!!'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx_EF4agGI/AAAAAAAAAZI/tItBQqgvLrw/s72-c/norway42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-148378394428700868</id><published>2009-05-02T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:11:13.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musicas'/><title type='text'>Morten Harket !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nKc63Rpx4s/R0DPqxd9DGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rsLWXRprVSA/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;AMMAL OG VIS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nKc63Rpx4s/R0DPqxd9DGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rsLWXRprVSA/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;Jeg ble født i førtini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nKc63Rpx4s/R0DPqxd9DGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rsLWXRprVSA/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;Satt på club 7 til stengetid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nKc63Rpx4s/R0DPqxd9DGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rsLWXRprVSA/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;Våknet uten dama mi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nKc63Rpx4s/R0DPqxd9DGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rsLWXRprVSA/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;Fra søttito til åttisju&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nKc63Rpx4s/R0DPqxd9DGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rsLWXRprVSA/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;Da var det liv - du, å du&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nKc63Rpx4s/R0DPqxd9DGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rsLWXRprVSA/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;Fra p-pillen til huttetu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nKc63Rpx4s/R0DPqxd9DGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rsLWXRprVSA/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;Jeg vi`kke bli gammel og vis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nKc63Rpx4s/R0DPqxd9DGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rsLWXRprVSA/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;Jeg vil bli en gammal gris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nKc63Rpx4s/R0DPqxd9DGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rsLWXRprVSA/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;Nicorett og nutrilett&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nKc63Rpx4s/R0DPqxd9DGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rsLWXRprVSA/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;Nei til børst og sigarett&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nKc63Rpx4s/R0DPqxd9DGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rsLWXRprVSA/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;Jeg skal spise, jeg er mett&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nKc63Rpx4s/R0DPqxd9DGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rsLWXRprVSA/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;I paris da det smalt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nKc63Rpx4s/R0DPqxd9DGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rsLWXRprVSA/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;I berlin da muden falt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nKc63Rpx4s/R0DPqxd9DGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rsLWXRprVSA/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;Jeg har fått med nesten alt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nKc63Rpx4s/R0DPqxd9DGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rsLWXRprVSA/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;Rød og blå var verden før&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nKc63Rpx4s/R0DPqxd9DGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rsLWXRprVSA/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;Nå er verden bare rør&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nKc63Rpx4s/R0DPqxd9DGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rsLWXRprVSA/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Jeg tar den med meg når jeg dør&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-148378394428700868?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/148378394428700868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=148378394428700868' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/148378394428700868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/148378394428700868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/morten-harket.html' title='Morten Harket !!!!'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-975904090282371592</id><published>2009-05-02T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:05:57.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Poeminha pra variar....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Since I met you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I died in your swettest smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I felt in love with your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and your presence made me wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If there's one face I want to see, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;so beautiful, so true, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;one smile that makes a difference, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to everything I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If there's one touch I long to feel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;one voice I long to hear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;whenever I am happy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;or just needing someone near. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If there's one joy, one love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;from which I never want to part, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;its you, my very special love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my woIf there's one face I want to see, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;so beautiful, so true, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;one smile that makes a difference, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to everything I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If there's one touch I long to feel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;one voice I long to hear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;whenever I am happy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;or just needing someone near. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If there's one joy, one love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;from which I never want to part, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;its you, my very special love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my world, my life, my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;world, my life, my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-975904090282371592?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/975904090282371592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=975904090282371592' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/975904090282371592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/975904090282371592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/poeminha-pra-variar.html' title='Poeminha pra variar....'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-3588525179749030180</id><published>2009-05-02T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:04:46.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs'/><title type='text'>Our Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dear Heavenly Father, I confess that I have not always been as careful as I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;should've been with my heart. From time to time, my desire for love has caused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;me to leave my heart in the wrong hands. I now commit my heart into Your hands for safekeeping. Please help me to stop being so impulsive with what you deem so precious. As I learn to celebrate Your love for me, let me learn from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Your example what a bridegroom should really be like. Help me to never settle for less than what you desire for me. As I embrace You as the Lover of my soul, keep my affections in the haven of Your own heart. Lord, if there is anything not like you, I release it. Deliver me from evil thoughts, interests, and desires. Let my affections be like Christ. Let my mind be like Christ. As I rest in Your love, make me more discriminating of those who approach me. I ask that You take over this area of my life. Keep me from those You know would hurt my heart. I invite You to set a hedge around me and keep me from all who would draw me into unfruitful relationships until the day you present me to the mate that You have selected for me. Grant me the discernment to recognize him as he recognizes me. Cleanse me from the temptation to typecast the men I meet according to what I see. Help me to trust in Your knowledge and lean not on my own understanding. I know that You know what is best for me; therefore I yield to Your choice. In Jesus Name. Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-3588525179749030180?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/3588525179749030180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=3588525179749030180' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/3588525179749030180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/3588525179749030180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-prayer.html' title='Our Prayer'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-137307138974161761</id><published>2009-05-02T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:02:26.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musicas'/><title type='text'>Hey , I Can´t Stop Loving You!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx8fMCARhI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ZNH-3it_rK0/s1600-h/loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx8fMCARhI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ZNH-3it_rK0/s400/loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331272934147245586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I Can't Stop Lovin' You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Van Halen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There's a time and place for everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We can push with all our might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But nothing's gonna come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh no, nothing's gonna change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And if I asked you not to try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, could you let it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wanna hold you and say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"We can't throw this all away"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tell me you won't go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You won't go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You have to hear me say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I can't stop lovin' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No matter what I say or do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You know my heart is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, I can't stop lovin' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You can change your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Your place in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You can change your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We can change the things we say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And do it anytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh no, but I think you'll find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That when you look inside your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh baby, I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm holdin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Baby, just come on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Come on, come on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I just wanna hear you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I can't stop lovin' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No matter what you say or do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You know my heart is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, I can't stop lovin' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, so twisted and tied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And all I remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Was how hard we tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Only to surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And when it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I know how it's gonna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And true love will never die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, not fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And I can't stop lovin' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No matter what I say or do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You know my heart is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, I can't stop lovin' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And I know what I've got to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hey Ray, what you said is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, I can't stop lovin' you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, I can't stop lovin' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-137307138974161761?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/137307138974161761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=137307138974161761' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/137307138974161761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/137307138974161761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-i-cant-stop-loving-you.html' title='Hey , I Can´t Stop Loving You!!!'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx8fMCARhI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ZNH-3it_rK0/s72-c/loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-979084109564209907</id><published>2009-05-02T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:59:20.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musicas'/><title type='text'>Garotas só querem se divertir!!! Cindy Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Girls Just Want to Have Fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cyndi Lauper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I come home in the morning light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My mother says when you gonna live your life right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And girls they wanna have fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh girls just wanna have fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The phone rings in the middle of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My father yells what you gonna do with your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh daddy dear you know you're still number one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But girls they wanna have fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh girls just wanna have--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That's all they really want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Some fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When the working day is done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Girls-- they wanna have fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh girls just wanna have fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Some boys take a beautiful girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And hide her away from the rest of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I want to be the one to walk in the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh girls they wanna have fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh girls just wanna have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That's all they really want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Some fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When the working day is done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Girls--they want to have fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh girls just want to have fun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They wanna have fun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They wanna have fun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-979084109564209907?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/979084109564209907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=979084109564209907' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/979084109564209907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/979084109564209907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/garotas-so-querem-se-divertir-cindy.html' title='Garotas só querem se divertir!!! Cindy Forever'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-4199399673748611066</id><published>2009-05-02T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:58:01.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs'/><title type='text'>Mwah!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;´´´¶¶´¶¶¶´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´¶¶¶´´´´´´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;´´o¶¶´´1¶¶7´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´¢¶¶¶¶´´´´´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;´´o¶¶´´´´*¶¶¶ø*´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´¶¶¶´¶¶´´´´´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;´´*¶¶´´o¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¢´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´7¶¶¶´´´¶¶´´´´´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;´´´¶¶$¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶7´´´´´´´´´´´´´´$¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶7´´o¶´´´´´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;´´´¢¶¶¶¶¶e´´´´´´´´$¶¶¶¶1´´´´´´´´´*¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶´´´´´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;´´´$¶¶¶¶´´´´´´´´´´´´7¶¶¶¶´´´´´´´¶¶¶¶¶´´´´´´´´¢¶¶¶¶´´´´´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;´´´¶¶¶¶´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´1¶¶¶1´´´¶¶¶¶$´´´´´´´´´´´´¶¶¶¶´´´´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;´´¶¶¶¶¶´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´¶¶¶¶o¶¶¶$´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´¶¶¶´´´´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;´´¶¶¶¶e´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´¶¶¶¶¶´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´¶¶¶ø´´´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;´´¶¶¶¶¶´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´¶¶´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´¶¶¶¶´´´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;´´´¶¶¶¶´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´¶¶¶e´´´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;´´´$¶¶¶¶1´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´¶¶¶´´´´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;´´´´7¶¶¶¶¶´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´¶¶¶´´´´´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;´´´´´´$¶¶¶¶¶o´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´$¶¶¶*´´´´´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;´´´´´´´´$¶¶¶¶¶¶´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´¶¶¶¶¶´´´´´´´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;´´´´´´´´´´´¶¶¶¶¶¶7´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´o¶¶¶¶ø´´´´´´´´´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; 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color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;´´´´´´¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶´´´´´´´´¶¶¶¶¶´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´¶¶¶¶´´´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;´´´´´¶¶¶¶$1´´´´´´´´´´´´´´ø¶¶¶¶¶*´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´¢¶¶¶´´´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;´´´´´ø¶´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´1¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶e´´´´´´´´7¶¶¶¶¶´´´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´1¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶´´´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´´¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶´´´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-4199399673748611066?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/4199399673748611066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=4199399673748611066' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/4199399673748611066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/4199399673748611066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/mwah.html' title='Mwah!!!'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-7859239132998128583</id><published>2009-05-02T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:57:05.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musicas'/><title type='text'>Kaiser Chiefs Music!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I Predict a Riot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kaiser Chiefs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Watching the people get lairy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Is not very pretty I tell thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Walking through town is quite scary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And not very sensible either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A friend of a friend he got beaten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He looked the wrong way at a policeman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Would never have happened to Smeaton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And old Leodiensian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;La-ah-ah, la la lalala la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ah-ah-ah, la la lalala la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I predict a riot, I predict a riot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I predict a riot, I predict a riot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I tried to get in my taxi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A man in a tracksuit attacked me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He said that he saw it before me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wants to get things a bit glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Girls run around with no clothes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To borrow a pound for a condom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If it wasn't for chip fat, well they'd be frozen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They're not very sensible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;La-ah-ah, la la lalala la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ah-ah-ah, la la lalala la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I predict a riot, I predict a riot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I predict a riot, I predict a riot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And if there's anybody left in here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That doesn't want to be out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Watching the people get lairy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Is not very pretty I tell thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Walking through town is quite scary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And not very sensible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;La-ah-ah, la la lalala la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ah-ah-ah, la la lalala la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I predict a riot, I predict a riot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I predict a riot, I predict a riot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And if there's anybody left in here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That doesn't want to be out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I predict a riot, I predict a riot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I predict a riot, I predict a riot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-7859239132998128583?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/7859239132998128583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=7859239132998128583' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/7859239132998128583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/7859239132998128583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/kaiser-chiefs-music.html' title='Kaiser Chiefs Music!!!!'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-1259081034419189966</id><published>2009-05-02T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:55:41.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engraçadinho : Carta de Amor ao Caipira</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Leia  essa carta ,é muito engraçada,carta de amor....hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Declaração de amor ao "caipira"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Benhê! Oh, benheeeê! cê sabe que quando eu óio procê eu fico pensando umas coisa bem doida? É que ôce é muito bunito e ainda por cima eu adoro este seu estilo de vesti, que eu li na revista que se chama "Capiau Fashion"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sabe, às veiz, di noite, eu fico oiando pro céu todo estrelado e sonhando cu´cê. Penso que ôce é um anjo que vai me leva lá pro céu, mas as veiz eu também penso que ôce é um diabinho (Deus que me aperdoe, gente!) e que vai me deixá todinha arrepiada e me fazê subi pela parede!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ai, benhê, tem tanta coisa maluca que eu penso quando lembro d´ocê... Fico pensando no tamanho da vara que ôce leva, qué dizê, no tamanho da vara que ôce usa quando vai lá pro pesquero apanha umas traíra... fico pensando eu como eu gosto de comê as verdura que ôce pranta... fico pensando em como era gostoso aquele pepino que ôce deu pr´eu prová lá atrais da moita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sabe, benhê, quando eu penso nocê, lembro daquele pé de laranja docinha docinha que tem no terrero e inté me dá vontade de chupá tudinho, com casca e tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Não se ademore tá, benhê? Lava bem esses pé e corre aqui pra casa que o pai foi tomá umas pinga lá na venda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Beijo pr´ocê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-1259081034419189966?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/1259081034419189966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=1259081034419189966' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/1259081034419189966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/1259081034419189966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/engracadinho-carta-de-amor-ao-caipira.html' title='Engraçadinho : Carta de Amor ao Caipira'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-7807063737317619208</id><published>2009-05-02T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:54:08.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you are not here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When you're not here to share my days and nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My life is so incomplete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For you are my heart, my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The ‘oneness’ I had known to seek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Without you I merely exist from day to day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;With you I know that I will find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;All that I have been searching for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My completeness, my eternal peace of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You are the keeper of my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The man who holds my heart in his hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The one I want to spend my life with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The one with whom I will always stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Stand beside through thick and thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Through all that life will throw our way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Knowing that this special love we share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Will guide us, each and every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This journey was started long ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Before this time and place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The journey of completeness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As two hearts and souls embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Forever is what I want with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For the search is at an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Our hearts have found each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As lovers, as soul-mates, as friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-7807063737317619208?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/7807063737317619208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=7807063737317619208' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/7807063737317619208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/7807063737317619208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-you-are-not-here.html' title='When you are not here'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-5139092509152435534</id><published>2009-05-02T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:51:31.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Gentlemen , I love !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The following is not a list of rules. They're suggestions to encourage guys to be gentlemen. Take 'em or leave 'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx4ejMbQwI/AAAAAAAAAYY/CJeVf30qcY0/s1600-h/44281277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx4ejMbQwI/AAAAAAAAAYY/CJeVf30qcY0/s400/44281277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331268525138592514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;0. There are always exceptions to this list. The foundational exception is when you actually talk to the her and she says something different than what is included within this list. These suggestions don't provide you with the holy grail of dating or offer you the Ten Commandments for the Ladies Man, they're simply a push in the right direction for being a gentleman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. Open doors when possible - whether it be to a building or the passenger car door. the classic example that's stood the test of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2. When in a place of worship (or other places that have aisles and pews), if a man is at the end of the pew, when exiting he should stand in the aisle and let all the females go before him. (This seems odd to some people, yet normal for others. If you don't get it, don't worry about it, okay?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3. A man should tolerate the occasional chick flick, musical, opera, or ballet - whatever her preference is - *without* complaining about it! (Because the guy may just like it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4. Play one of the songs that would make any woman weep like the little girl she once was (but in a good way). A brief list includes, but certainly isn't limited, to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"You &amp;amp; Me" by Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anything by Frank Sinatra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Any rendition of "Everything I Do, I Do it for You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Collide" by Howie Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Out Of My League" by Steven Speaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And MOST IMPORTANTLY "Question" by the Old 97's (if you propose to a girl with this song, she is putty in your hands).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;("Putty in your hands" is not meant to promote "using women" in any way. This group does not encourage guys to be polite in order to get her into bed.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5. Talk! The strong &amp;amp; silent bit goes from intriguing to boring quite fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6. Find out what her favorite flower is and buy them for her randomly (regardless of the situation you might be in). A simple yet profound truth: a single rose says more than dozens of anything else. (I encourage the women to not allow a guy to "prove himself worthy" through gifts and flowers and such. Trust is a precious thing and it should take a good chunk of time before he gains it back in your heart.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;7. If you miss her, or love her, TELL HER! Even your friends like to hear it every now &amp;amp; again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;8. Re-enact Zales commercials (the ice is nice but certainly not mandatory).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx4vzRO2vI/AAAAAAAAAYg/WXW4LUGaKpw/s1600-h/442812771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx4vzRO2vI/AAAAAAAAAYg/WXW4LUGaKpw/s400/442812771.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331268821511494386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Remember: the best gifts you can give are usually free of cost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Leave a note (or send a message) just to say "hi".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Ask her questions about herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Dress nice every once &amp;amp; a while. Any girl likes to see her brother/friend/boyfriend/etc. in a well-ironed button-up with some nice slacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. PRIDE &amp;amp; PREJUDICE ...that's all I have to say about that (I mean, that should speak for itself). (It's even more impressive if he has read the book.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Tolerate small children as best you can. Meaning, put up with the things that can get annoying. They're children, after all. Show them love and care, teach them how to become a better man than you. (You were once extremely irritating. Get over the obnoxious kids and enjoy getting down to their level - not "for her", but for the good of yourself and others.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Learn to dance! There is nothing sexier than a man who can dance really well. If God did not bless you with the grace of Fred Astaire, at least put forth the effort, it will be greatly appreciated. Always slow dance (even if it's just like you danced in middle school). Also, men, sing to a lady. Even if you're terrible, suck it up! They love to listen to it and will not care what you sound like. It's the thought that counts on this one. Unless you're just downright terrible, nothing sexy about that. Haha, thanks, Jade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Kiss her on the forehead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx4_qqCAbI/AAAAAAAAAYo/h-AXPNiX7Yk/s1600-h/3994196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx4_qqCAbI/AAAAAAAAAYo/h-AXPNiX7Yk/s400/3994196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331269094077497778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;17. When she's sick, stay up with her. If you can cook (which is *always* a plus), make her some soup. If you can't cook, there's Campbell's soup at hand for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;18. Pretend to throw her in the pool (or fountain/pond). If you really do throw her in, you'd better jump in yourself. **NOTE** There are some women who just hate this apparently, so you had better do two things: 1) Never allow your buddies be a part of it if you're unsure of how she feels about getting thrown in and 2) You had better know how she feels about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;19. Hold her hand while you talk, drive, or just for the heck of it (it's the small things that win you big points).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;20. LOOK IN HER EYES, NOT AT HER CHEST!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;21. Stupid jokes = awkwardly adorable moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;22. Tickle her, tease her, let her tease you back without getting all bent out of shape about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;23. Don't call her hot, or pretty, or cute; call her beautiful, because that's what she is. (I don't think cute is that bad, but definitely stay away from "hot" [it's so overused and superficial] and step "pretty" up to beautiful or gorgeous or stunning or captivating or...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;24. Offer her your jacket/sweatshirt. (Note: you may not see that particular item of clothing for a while, if ever again).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;25. Don't be too proud to apologize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx5SI8EJ_I/AAAAAAAAAYw/Sr7qFr1qDtk/s1600-h/230588qqy8zrljul.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx5SI8EJ_I/AAAAAAAAAYw/Sr7qFr1qDtk/s400/230588qqy8zrljul.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331269411443845106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. It's not stalking to watch her sleep if you fall asleep watching a movie. It is stalking to watch her sleep if you're standing outside her window with night vision goggles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. When she feels at her worst, tell her she looks her best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. If you're trying to get more than friendship out of the relationship, take it slow and never rush her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Just because you're a guy doesn't mean you are completely incapable of calling when you say you will, it just means you are highly incapable of it. There are few acceptable answers to, "Why didn't you call?", &amp;amp; being male is not one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Don't check out other girls in front of your female friends/sisters/mother, unless you are sincere when you later ask them if you think she could introduce the two of you for more reasons than you "want to get some".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. Guys - always offer to pay for the date. No matter how expensive it gets, especially if YOU asked HER on the date. [if she is willing to pay now and again, don't let your "man pride" get in the way of her wanting to give back to you. she should understand money can be tight - especially when you're always buying]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. Always do everything in your power to keep her as happy as you can. And cheer her up in any way possible. [if she isn't always happy - and i've never met a girl who is - don't be afraid of her and don't be stupid and always, unquestioningly, blame it on PMS. be there WITH her when times are tough and she wants you there.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. When walking on the sidewalk, always walk on the outside near traffic. (So everyone has a different opinion for how this started. For some, it's because of the human waste that was getting thrown out the windows when this was happening a century ago. The woman walked under the overhangings extending from the buildings with the guy in the open to take the mess if need be. Others say it's from the guy's scabbard/sword being on his left with the woman walking on the right. As for today, it's the traffic and puddles and what-not. Whatever it is. It's just a courtesy thing, if it seems necessary.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. At least do everything in your power to keep cursing to a minimum while around her. If you can, cut it out period while around her, or cut it out of your vocabulary. Women don't want to hear it, guys don't care about it, adults don't want to hear it, it doesn't impress employers, and you sure won't want your children or someone else's to hear it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Sometimes you have to take the initiative. Don't always wait for her to come to you, because if that's how it always is, you're going to lose her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. If any lady is walking alone to her car in a dark parking lot/garage, or is carrying a heavy load, always offer to help walk her to her destination and carry things, if not the entire load. **This may work a lot better and come off non-stalkerish if you at least know the girl you're trying to help. Haha thanks to a LOT of people on this revision.**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. If a woman says no, let that be her final answer with maybe one question of confirmation after her first answer. Do not pressure or force her in any way after that. Don't make her give in to something she doesn't want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Always be honest with her. No woman wants or likes a dishonest man. If you can't be honest with her, she can't trust you, and shows you don't trust her enough to be honest. Trust, honesty and integrity are just as an integral part of a relationship and just as important as love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. A man should always genuinely listen to women; no matter how bored or busy the man is. Actively listening to the woman will keep him from pain (and bring the man and woman closer together). This works best, of course, when both the man and the woman actively and equally engage in conversation (this includes listening). For the ladies reading this, please talk - always talk - especially if you are having problems with the relationship and to also avoid making bigger problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just want every guy to see this list at least once, if he can't do it...great! That means there's a better chance for guys to take a step up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx5ksrkABI/AAAAAAAAAY4/wCGcNTF1Rso/s1600-h/180189ry3f42dgk0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx5ksrkABI/AAAAAAAAAY4/wCGcNTF1Rso/s400/180189ry3f42dgk0.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331269730275950610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-5139092509152435534?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/5139092509152435534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=5139092509152435534' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/5139092509152435534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/5139092509152435534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/gentlemen-i-love.html' title='Gentlemen , I love !!!'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx4ejMbQwI/AAAAAAAAAYY/CJeVf30qcY0/s72-c/44281277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-2526829712345080049</id><published>2009-05-02T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:43:34.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Sonhos, sonhe enquanto você esta vivo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx4Fqs9nxI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/XOvny2DpUaw/s1600-h/cristolouco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx4Fqs9nxI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/XOvny2DpUaw/s400/cristolouco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331268097657380626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 100%;"&gt;Você precisa ter sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;para que possa se levantar,&lt;br /&gt;todas as vezes que cair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acreditar que a toda hora,&lt;br /&gt;acontecerá coisas boas e mudar&lt;br /&gt;o rumo da sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você precisa ter sonhos grandes e&lt;br /&gt;pequenos.&lt;br /&gt;Os pequenos, são as felicidades mais rápidas, os grandes, lhe darão força para suportar o fracasso dos sonhos pequenos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você tem que regar os teus sonhos todos os dias, assim como se rega uma planta para que cresça;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você precisa dizer sempre à você mesmo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou conseguir! Vou superar!&lt;br /&gt;Vou chegar no meu sonho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo isso, você estará cultivando sua luz, a luz de sempre ter esperanças, que nunca poderá se apagar, pois ela é a imagem que você pode passar para as outras pessoas, e através dessa luz que todos vão lhe admirar, acreditar em você e te seguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mire na Lua, pois se você não puder atingi-la, com certeza irá conhecer grandes estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;Ou quem sabe, poder ser uma delas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O HOMEM PARA DE VIVER, QUANDO PARA DE SONHAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-2526829712345080049?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/2526829712345080049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=2526829712345080049' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/2526829712345080049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/2526829712345080049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/sonhos-sonhe-enquanto-voce-esta-vivo.html' title='Sonhos, sonhe enquanto você esta vivo!!!'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx4Fqs9nxI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/XOvny2DpUaw/s72-c/cristolouco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-1331352256219485889</id><published>2009-05-02T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:40:27.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>The Right Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx3VvzQtFI/AAAAAAAAAYI/cPlEGsFfoe4/s1600-h/ATgAAAA4kNJRn46d6cTN_UE8XOb5PoZjPdWqbYjBLtWqQncH8CiC-oletxHdlYU5w2bh2mBs_MTRWbM_fRAJCYZNZt5uAJtU9VArpAL16S_jWpPiSwvJZg6nKHjA1Q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx3VvzQtFI/AAAAAAAAAYI/cPlEGsFfoe4/s400/ATgAAAA4kNJRn46d6cTN_UE8XOb5PoZjPdWqbYjBLtWqQncH8CiC-oletxHdlYU5w2bh2mBs_MTRWbM_fRAJCYZNZt5uAJtU9VArpAL16S_jWpPiSwvJZg6nKHjA1Q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331267274392253522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hey I want everyone to take a moment and print this out. This information is imperative for all women to know. It may just save your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Right Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;First we must allow our Heavenly Father to do the picking. And second, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;decision for a mate must be made on a spiritual and intellectual basis before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;it's made on an emotional one. "What about love? Shouldn't that be the third?",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you ask. No, and I'll tell you why. "The heart is deceitful above all things and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;beyond pure. Who can understand it? (Jer. 17:9). The heart is willful and is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;driven by its own agenda. It does not consider things rationally and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;intelligently--it just loves to love! Therefore, you have to point it in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;right directions: "Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;life" (Prov. 4:23). Whenever you meet a man, you need to get clearance from God, check out his attributes, and then allow your heart to engage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dating exists not for mating; it exists for collecting data. I believe that the biblical design would be friendship, courtship, and then marriage. Friendship is two people walking together in agreement and accountability, learning and growing together. Courtship follows the mutual agreement to commit to one another exclusively--it is the decisive turning toward the agreed-upon goal of the marriage altar. It is a period of laying a foundation and preparing your life together after marriage. But dating? Well, if you do date, use the time wisely to gather facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. Check out the fabric. Is the person mate material? Does this man have an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;intimate relationship with the Father through Jesus Christ? Does he care what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;God thinks about his behavior? Is he accountable to God as well as another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;co-laborer in the faith? Accountability is an important factor. It is imperative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to maintaining a committed relationship. Is your potential spouse a member of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the same family--the family of God? Scripture is clear on this: "Do not be yoked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;together with unbelievers. For what do righteousness and wickedness have in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;common? Or what fellowship can light have with darkness?" (2 Cor. 6:14). You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;need to have common interests and values and agree on the essentials of living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;day to day. You have a similar spiritual walk. You eat the same spiritual diet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You enjoy a lot of similar things. You have like interests, like goals in life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;like opinions on basic life issues. You have had like experiences in yourbackground. Though there is some truth to the idiom that opposites attract,like-minded folks fare better together. Furthermore, does he want to get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;married? If you want to be married and your dreamboat isn't interested, don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;waste your time. Remember, women fall in love and get married. Men decide to get married and then look for a wife. Note the difference in order. So if a guy says he's not looking for anything serious, take his words seriously. If he's not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;going in your direction, get off the bus and wait for the right one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2. Does this man want you? Is he pursuing you? The man who is right for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;will pursue you, and God's hand in the relationship will be clear. No guessing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;no fleeces, no dead ends. Scripture says: "He who finds a wife finds what is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;good and receives favor from the Lord" (Prov. 18:22). Note--who finds whom? THE MAN FINDS THE WIFE. From the beginning of time, God has transported men and women across the world in order to put them together. At the RIGHT TIME, He will bring that man on the scene and he will find you. In God's perfect design, the man is the one who recognizes his mate. Adam had no problem recognizing that Eve was his missing rib. You do not need to strategically place yourself anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You don't have to help a guy out because he's shy! Men will do whatever they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;have to do to get what they truly want. The man in your life should recognize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you as the pearl of great price in his life and be willing to do whatever he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;must in order to gain your hand. If he is passive about gaining your affections,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;take it as a sign that he is not interested. Many a woman's mother has suggested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;that it is a good idea to marry a man who loves you more than you love him. As&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;cold as that sounds, it actually might be scriptural if you stop to think about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;it: "We love him because He first loved us" (1 Jn 4:19). Until then, take the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ultimate chill pill. You don't need a bunch of men in your life to make you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;all right about yourself. You need only one man--your man, the one God has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;selected to select you. And trust me, the right man at the wrong time can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;just as awful as the wrong man at any time. So trust God's timing in this. He isthe ultimate matchmaker. Relax, sit pretty and allow yourself to be found.Again,--WAIT until the man voices his intentions. He should take the lead inestablishing the relationship. You may have an inkling that he is the one, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;God will use the man to set the tone of the relationship. Allow him the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;opportunity to woo you--this is your first act of submission. Jesus set the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;standard for all men to follow. They should love us first. And they should lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3. The man in your life should not desire to move into your house, only into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;your heart. A man who prepares for your future has made his intentions clear. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;man who is husband material has the means to take care of a wife. He is a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;responsible human being who understands he needs to have something to offer. In short, a man should have the means to be a suitable lover for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4. Check out his buddies. Everyone knows birds of the same feather flock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;together, yet most women fail to see the connection between a man and his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;friends. A man's pals tell you a lot about the person that you haven't seen yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They reveal things about the guy's character that might be hidden when he is on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;good behavior. Everyone knows how to put his best foot forward. Don't stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;focused on the foot, check out the rest of the body!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5. Check out his relationship with his mother. How does he treat her? This is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;your preview of how he will treat you. There are lots of men who, because of a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;negative relationship with their mothers, really don't like women, yet say theydo. Unresolved issues between mother and son continue between husband and wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6. Remember that a man's family reveals the cloth from which he's cut. Take note and decide whether you want your future with the man in your life to look like his present family situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;7. Check out the patterns of his life. Do you see repeated cycles of drama in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;his personal kingdom? broken relationships? problems in making commitments?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;including the job market? mood swings? Is a problem always someone else's fault? Does he embrace responsibility or shirk it? Does he keep his promises? Is he a man of good reputation? Remember all garments look wonderful hanging in the store, but with wear, some begin to unravel. Give yourself time and space to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;check out the man in your life. Time will always reveal whether or not he is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;made of the right stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;8. Does this man have a vision for his life? Is he running with that vision?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Remember, God decided Adam needed help once Adam got busy doing his assignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As we saw Adam, a man doesn't need help until he is busy doing what he was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;created and called to do. Is the man in your life guided by sense of destiny and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;purpose, or does he just allow life to happen around him? A man who is not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;certain of his mission can be a most miserable person--and you'll be miserable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;too if you don't know where YOU want to go in life. A man who has vision is not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;intimidated by a woman whose mission statement is clear. He will be your best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ally, cheerleader and assistant because he wants you both to make it! A man who cannot be supportive of your achievements because he is floundering in a sea of uncertainty over his own life is not a healthy partner to have and to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;forever. Creating dependencies or feelings of obligation is not the way to get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the best out of your man. Somewhere along the way, he will resent you and flee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;from the smothering burden of obligation he associates you with. You want a man who is firmly anchored in his identity in Christ. Remember, we are looking for a man who will be priest and leader in his home. His first instinct should be to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;want to cover you, redeem you, and provide for you. Your job is to decide if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;this is the man God has ordained for you to complement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;9. Complementary. Do your talents and gifts complement his? Do his gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;complement yours? What about your temperaments? Do you see the two of you as an effective team capable of bringing blessing to the lives of those around you? Do your futures mesh? Can you coordinate your gifts in an attractive and effective way? This is why knowing your purpose is so important. Make sure your hearts beat for mutual causes. When I go shopping I always consider the fabric, the fit and what I already have in my closet. Will my next purchase be a complementary addition to what I already have? If I find that I am going to have to buy shoes and matching accessories to go with a new outfit, I leave it right on the rack. It is too expensive a proposition. If the man you meet makes you feel that you need to completely reinvent yourself, something is wrong. This is where I ask you to consider the relationship in terms of cost. Is this relationshipexpensive spiritually, emotionally, or physically? Does your longing for a matemake you willing to forfeit who you are in the process? Or does he see you as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the gift that you are? The man in your life should consider you as a rare find,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a priceless jewel--because of you he is getting ready to get blessed big-time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Any relationship that causes you to feel unworthy, unlovely, unacceptable,undesirable, or that you have to work for love, is too expensive! God has called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the man to cover, protect, and provide not only materially for a woman, butemotionally and spiritually as well. You should be richer in mind, body and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;spirit for your union with the man of your dreams. The man in your life should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;make rich deposits into your heart and spirit, not withdrawals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;10. Does he have a healthy love &amp;amp; acceptance of himself? Make sure the man in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;your life has taken time to heal from past relationships and has made peace with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;himself. He cares for himself is how he will care for you. A man's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;relationship with God is crucial here. His love for himself will only be as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;strong as his love for God. This is not something that you can impart. You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;cannot be his savior or teacher. That is out of spiritual order. In his rightful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;place as your personal priest, he should be leading you to a richer relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;with Christ. If he is causing you to compromise your faith and destabilize your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;walk, if he is leading you into sexual sin or causing you to be distracted from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;your commitment to Christ, the relationship is too expensive. Offending the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lover of your soul, who promises you eternal love, is too high a fare to pay for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a ride that has a limited run. If you and your man can't soar in the Spirit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when the force of your love for another is tested by the pull or gravity of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;world, your union will not be able to survive. So you decide. How much is your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;life worth? How much is your love worth? You will be able to accept only what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you believe you deserve. God Himself calculated the worth of your love anddecided it was worth His life. He now pledges you His love for eternity. Yes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Jesus sets the example for all others to follow when He paid a ransom for His&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;bride. Should you expect less from a mortal man? Throughout the Biblical age,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;men were willing to pay the cost for the hand that they desired. The truth of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the matter is, everyone knows that anything worth having, costs. And no one gets a ride in this life for free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-1331352256219485889?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/1331352256219485889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=1331352256219485889' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/1331352256219485889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/1331352256219485889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/right-man.html' title='The Right Man'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx3VvzQtFI/AAAAAAAAAYI/cPlEGsFfoe4/s72-c/ATgAAAA4kNJRn46d6cTN_UE8XOb5PoZjPdWqbYjBLtWqQncH8CiC-oletxHdlYU5w2bh2mBs_MTRWbM_fRAJCYZNZt5uAJtU9VArpAL16S_jWpPiSwvJZg6nKHjA1Q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-8982824235245642737</id><published>2009-05-02T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:37:28.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Definição de praia !!!! para alguns é claro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 100%;"&gt;Definição Perfeita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoal, essa pra mim é a definição perfeita de praia&lt;br /&gt;Ps. desculpem o texto longo, mas vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou o verão. E com ele também chegam os pedágios, os congestionamentos na estrada, os bichos geográficos no pé e a empregada cobrando hora-extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verão também é sinônimo de pouca roupa e muito chifre, pouca cintura e muita gordura, pouco trabalho e muita micose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verão é picolé de Ki-suco no palito reciclado, é milho cozido na água da torneira, é coco verde aberto pra comer a gosminha branca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verão é prisão de ventre de uma semana e pé inchado que não entra no tênis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o principal, o ponto alto do verão é... a praia!! Ah, como é bela a praia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os cachorros fazem cocô e as crianças pegam pra fazer coleção. Os casais jogam frescobol e acertam a bolinha na cabeça das véias. Os jovens de jet ski atropelam os surfistas, que por sua vez, miram a prancha pra abrir a cabeça dos banhistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O verão é Brasil, é selva, é carnaval, é tribo de índio canibal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo nu de pele vermelha. As mulheres de tanga, os homens de calção tão justo que dá até pra ver o veneno da flecha, e todo mundo se comendo cru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O melhor programa pra quem vai à praia é chegar bem cedo, antes do sorveteiro, quando o sol ainda está fraco e as famílias estão chegando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito bonito ver aquelas pessoas carregando vinte cadeiras, três geladeiras de isopor, cinco guarda-sóis, raquete, frango, farofa, toalha,bola,balde, chapéu e prancha, acreditando que estão de férias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em menos de cinqüenta minutos, todos já estão instalados, besuntados e prontos pra enterrar a avó na areia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as crianças? Ah, que gracinha! Os bebês chorando de desidratação, as crianças pequenas se socando por uma conchinha do mar, os adolescentes ouvindo walkman enquanto dormem. As mulheres também têm muita diversão na praia, como buscar o filho afogado e caminhar vinte quilômetros pra encontrar o outro pé do chinelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já os homens ficam com as tarefas mais chatas, como perfurar um poço pra fincar o cabo do guarda-sol. É mais fácil achar petróleo do que conseguir fazer o guarda-sol ficar em pé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo isso não conta, diante da alegria, da felicidade, da maravilha que é entrar no mar! Aquela água tão cristalina, que dá pra ver os cardumes de latinha de cerveja no fundo. Aquela sensação de boiar na salmoura como um pepino em conserva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um belo banho de mar, com o rego cheio de sal e a periquita cheia de areia, vem aquela vontade de fritar na chapa. A gente abre esteira velha, com cheiro de velório de bode, bota o chapéu, os óculos escuros puxa um ronco bacaninha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso é paz, isso é amor, isso é o absurdo do calor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, claro, tudo tem seu lado bom. E à noite o sol vai embora. Todo mundo volta pra casa tostado e vermelho como mortadela, toma banho e deixa o sabonete cheio de areia pro próximo. O Shampoo acaba e a gente acaba lavando a cabeça com qualquer coisa, desde o creme de barbear até desinfetante de privada. As toalhas, com aquele cheirinho de mofo que só a casa de praia oferece. Aí, uma bela macarronada pra entupir o bucho e uma dormidinha na rede pra adquirir um bom torcicolo e ralar as costas queimadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia termina com uma boa rodada de tranca e uma briga em família. Todo mundo vai dormir bêbado e emburrado, babando na fronha e torcendo, pra que na manhã seguinte, faça aquele sol e todo mundo possa se encontrar no mesmo inferno tropical...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer semelhança com a vida real, é uma mera coincidência..``&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luis Fernando Veríssimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-8982824235245642737?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/8982824235245642737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=8982824235245642737' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/8982824235245642737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/8982824235245642737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/definicao-de-praia-para-alguns-e-claro.html' title='Definição de praia !!!! para alguns é claro...'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-6549747521000027248</id><published>2009-05-02T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:33:40.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musicas'/><title type='text'>Boa Musica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx1xLo6diI/AAAAAAAAAYA/m7U1LpP3KC0/s1600-h/733628432_l.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx1xLo6diI/AAAAAAAAAYA/m7U1LpP3KC0/s400/733628432_l.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331265546698257954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piece Of My Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janis Joplin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, come on, come on, come on, come on!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Didn’t I make you feel like you were the only man —yeah!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Didn’t I give you nearly everything that a woman possibly can ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Honey, you know I did!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And each time I tell myself that I, well I think I’ve had enough,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But I’m gonna show you, baby, that a woman can be tough.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I want you to come on, come on, come on, come on and take it,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Take it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Take another little piece of my heart now, baby!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, oh, break it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Break another little bit of my heart now, darling, yeah, yeah,yeah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, oh, have a!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Have another little piece of my heart now, baby,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You know you got it if it makes you feel good,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, yes indeed.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You’re out on the streets looking good,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And baby deep down in your heart I guess you know that it ain’t right,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Never, never, never, never, never, never hear me when I cry at night,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Babe, I cry all the time!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And each time I tell myself that I, well I can’t stand the pain,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But when you hold me in your arms, I’ll sing it once again.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I’ll say come on, come on, come on, come on and take it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Take it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Take another little piece of my heart now, baby.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, oh, break it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Break another little bit of my heart now, darling, yeah,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, oh, have a!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Have another little piece of my heart now, baby,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You know you got it, child, if it makes you feel good.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I need you to come on, come on, come on, come on and take it,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Take it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Take another little piece of my heart now, baby!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;oh, oh, break it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Break another little bit of my heart, now darling, yeah, c’monnow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;oh, oh, have a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Have another little piece of my heart now, baby.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You know you got it —whoahhhhh!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Take it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Take it! Take another little piece of my heart now, baby,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, oh, break it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Break another little bit of my heart, now darling, yeah, yeah,yeah, yeah,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, oh, have a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Have another little piece of my heart now, baby, hey,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You know you got it, child, if it makes you feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-6549747521000027248?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/6549747521000027248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=6549747521000027248' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/6549747521000027248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/6549747521000027248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/boa-musica.html' title='Boa Musica'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx1xLo6diI/AAAAAAAAAYA/m7U1LpP3KC0/s72-c/733628432_l.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-9065046767481466231</id><published>2009-05-02T09:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:30:18.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffs'/><title type='text'>Homens machistas, alguns idiotas até ..hehe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Olha isso que eu achei no orkut de um amigo!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Barbaridade...colocando nós seres lindos e perfeitos em uma folha como cálculo e dizendo que nós somos a raiz de todos os problemas...claro ,não preciso nem falar que quase matei ele!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Homens quem os entende!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Somos nós que damos a vida por eles, cuidamos e alimentamos,tanto quanto filhos,irmãos e maridos......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hum magoouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu esse treco ai óhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Que isso não se repita hein César!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx0fgQlWzI/AAAAAAAAAXw/xHudghhuRgg/s1600-h/ATgAAACdOhYCAcSq24PyD5LzwcUvQeUQudVr9VeDicMva6-S5VKtsQXsRZGiNKx2wZrcYMOxA0Ipe5qb5qdQjG_ihVGNAJtU9VAOhkD4SaYPWGYy598uulXmtBV0cw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx0fgQlWzI/AAAAAAAAAXw/xHudghhuRgg/s400/ATgAAACdOhYCAcSq24PyD5LzwcUvQeUQudVr9VeDicMva6-S5VKtsQXsRZGiNKx2wZrcYMOxA0Ipe5qb5qdQjG_ihVGNAJtU9VAOhkD4SaYPWGYy598uulXmtBV0cw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331264143484082994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E esse o pior ...data de 1955.....acho que ele roubou esse folder da vóvozinha dele.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Que antigo ultrapassado.....Lê onde ta grifado!!!!!!!!!!Realmente as mulheres daquela epoca realmente eram amélias e deviam sofrer pacas..........&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Totalmente machista.......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Putz , ta em inglês esse texto....but it´s ridiculous............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx027MJ9wI/AAAAAAAAAX4/kgvVCbTZ9tg/s1600-h/ATgAAACFF5bWx2lk12_S_xGIrjTOCqSnYFRTKAT7wwqEMENTO4CVCrq5-7lrFEi0DOlWQLV_-uAF9X6TIXH50fu-HkGIAJtU9VCNhltlmFfOmPEWg2ajsAYhVPq_kA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx027MJ9wI/AAAAAAAAAX4/kgvVCbTZ9tg/s400/ATgAAACFF5bWx2lk12_S_xGIrjTOCqSnYFRTKAT7wwqEMENTO4CVCrq5-7lrFEi0DOlWQLV_-uAF9X6TIXH50fu-HkGIAJtU9VCNhltlmFfOmPEWg2ajsAYhVPq_kA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331264545850259202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-9065046767481466231?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/9065046767481466231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=9065046767481466231' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/9065046767481466231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/9065046767481466231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/homens-machistas-alguns-idiotas-ate.html' title='Homens machistas, alguns idiotas até ..hehe.'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/Sfx0fgQlWzI/AAAAAAAAAXw/xHudghhuRgg/s72-c/ATgAAACdOhYCAcSq24PyD5LzwcUvQeUQudVr9VeDicMva6-S5VKtsQXsRZGiNKx2wZrcYMOxA0Ipe5qb5qdQjG_ihVGNAJtU9VAOhkD4SaYPWGYy598uulXmtBV0cw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-3398933629751686231</id><published>2009-05-02T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:20:53.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Future Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I pray for you. I pray for you before I go to sleep and when I wake up and when I just feel the need to. Sometimes during the day I find myself doing nothing and just begin to pray. I pray for my family and for strengthening in my faith and guess what… I pray for you. I’m not sure if I know you already or if I have yet to meet you. I’d like to tell you now that since when you read this I’ll already be your wife and I’ll probably have told you that I love you like a million times but I’ll say it again I LOVE YOU!! Also since you’re my husband you’re also a Christian. This means God is in the center of our marriage. Isn’t that cool? We know even when we get ticked off at each other or are totally in love with no problems at all, God is always going to be there. He’s always going to give us that advice that we can’t give each other. I can’t wait until the day I can press my hand into yours. The day when I can call you my husband. The day when I say those two little words binding us together “I DO.” The day you put a ring on my finger and I put one on yours. The day I can look at you and say to myself, “that man is the man of my dreams. He’s the one I’ve been praying for.” That will be amazing…kinda like how you’re amazing. I don’t know what you face on a day to day basis but I hope and pray you’re making good choices. I’m trying my hardest too. I know with God’s help, we can make it through these horrible teenage years. I know it’s sorta weird reading a letter from someone who is now your wife but I feel so awesome writing this letter to you its indescribable. Right now I’m looking at my true love waits ring and thinking about you. I hope you look at your ring or if you don’t have one, you think about me and how awesome it’ll be to have me as your wife. I’ll feel like the luckiest girl in the world to be marrying you. I can’t wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All My Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-3398933629751686231?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/3398933629751686231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=3398933629751686231' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/3398933629751686231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/3398933629751686231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-future-husband.html' title='My Future Husband'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-2857737707649752911</id><published>2009-05-02T09:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:19:38.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sou assim mesmo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;....Viver e não  ter a vergonha de ser feliz..cantar e cantar...por que quem canta seus males espanta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivo assim mesmo cantando,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;singin&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;,sempre viver feliz e não ligar para os absurdos que ouvimos todos os dias,é gente reclamando ,chorando, falando mal dos outros,se matando; é ,gente nasceu pra reclamar,reclamam de tudo desde o tempo que mudou de repente ate o chefe as vezes paga o "pato".Tudo é motivo pra reclamar e fazer de suas vidas uma tragédia!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sofrem precipitadamente,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;conceitualizam&lt;/span&gt; as pessoas,as julgam.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quanta vaidade e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;desamor&lt;/span&gt; assola a humanidade hoje em dia,falta de compreensão,tolerância e acima de tudo amor e Deus ,que por sinal é amor....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas eu fiz uma opção ser feliz ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cantar mesmo que não haja motivos para isso,rir mesmo que meu dia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;seje&lt;/span&gt; negro,escuro,amar  mesmo que não sendo amada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gritar se for preciso para ser ouvida,ser intensa mesmo estando no meio de tanta gente superficial......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Fiz&lt;/span&gt; a opção de ser feliz..todos temos problemas como diz essa frase:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A dor é inevitável,mas o sofrimento é opcional...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E amar a Deus sobre todas as coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-2857737707649752911?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/2857737707649752911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=2857737707649752911' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/2857737707649752911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/2857737707649752911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-sou-assim-mesmo.html' title='Eu sou assim mesmo...'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-5425100212535360954</id><published>2009-05-02T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:13:07.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>True Loves Waits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfxxBo19dPI/AAAAAAAAAXo/cwsYO4y3Qvw/s1600-h/truelovewaits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfxxBo19dPI/AAAAAAAAAXo/cwsYO4y3Qvw/s400/truelovewaits.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331260331857376498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-5425100212535360954?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/5425100212535360954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=5425100212535360954' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/5425100212535360954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/5425100212535360954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/true-loves-waits.html' title='True Loves Waits'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfxxBo19dPI/AAAAAAAAAXo/cwsYO4y3Qvw/s72-c/truelovewaits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-8522249899173378260</id><published>2009-05-02T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:14:03.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor Verdadeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Quando encontrar alguém e esse alguém fizer seu coração parar de funcionar por alguns segundos, preste atenção: pode ser a pessoa mais importante da sua vida. Se os olhares se cruzarem e, neste momento, houver o mesmo brilho intenso entre eles, fique alerta: pode ser a pessoa que você está esperando desde o dia em que nasceu. Se o toque dos lábios for intenso, se o beijo for&lt;br /&gt;apaixonante, e os olhos se encherem d'água neste momento, perceba: existe algo mágico entre vocês. Se os corpos se atraírem loucamente. se a química da pele permanecer sempre..."UAUUUU..." , acredite: vocês são almas afins. Se fazer amor for muito mais do que fazer sexo, se o prazer não for só um momento e se depois vocês dormirem abraçados, entrelaçados até amanhecer o dia, aceite: algo de muito importante está acontecendo na sua vida... Se acordar no meio da noite e sentir vontade de observar a pessoa dormindo, sentir a respiração, tentar adivinhar o que ela está sonhando e, neste momento, sentir vontade de beijá-la com carinho, e essa pessoa, mesmo dormindo, retribuir, assim, meio inconsciente, fique feliz: vocês já são um do outro, inteiramente...&lt;br /&gt;Se o primeiro e o último pensamento do seu dia for essa pessoa, se a vontade de ficar juntos chegar a apertar o coração, agradeça: Deus te mandou um presente divino, O Amor!!!&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia tiverem que pedir perdão um ao outro por algum motivo e em troca receber um abraço, um sorriso, um afago nos cabelos e os gestos valerem mais que mil palavras, entregue-se: vocês foram feitos um pro outro...&lt;br /&gt;Se por algum motivo você estiver triste, se a vida te deu uma rasteira e a outra pessoa sofrer o seu sofrimento, chorar as suas lágrimas e enxugá-las com ternura, que coisa maravilhosa: você poderá contar com ela em qualquer momento de sua vida...&lt;br /&gt;Se você não consegue dirigir com as duas mãos, porque não pode deixar de tocar a outra pessoa nem por um instante, que incrível: vocês estão correndo perigo e nem se dão conta disso... simplesmente não conseguem se desgrudar...&lt;br /&gt;Se você conseguir, em pensamento, sentir o cheiro da pessoa como se ela estivesse ali do outro lado...&lt;br /&gt;Se você conseguir adivinhar o que ela comeu no jantar, mesmo sabendo que ela tem dez pratos preferidos...&lt;br /&gt;Se você conseguir saber o que está incomodando a pessoa, mesmo que aparentemente esteja tudo bem...&lt;br /&gt;Se você souber exatamente o momento do filme em que ela vai estar chorando, mesmo sem olhar pra ela... Se você achar a pessoa maravilhosamente linda, mesmo ela estando de pijamas velhos, chinelos de dedo e cabelos emaranhados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-8522249899173378260?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/8522249899173378260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=8522249899173378260' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/8522249899173378260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/8522249899173378260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/amor-verdadeiro.html' title='Amor Verdadeiro'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-6978782034781484342</id><published>2009-05-02T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:14:26.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Se você não consegue andar pelas ruas, sem deixar de segurar a mão da outra, mesmo que um poste atravesse os dois ao meio...&lt;br /&gt;Se você consegue ficar somente 15 minutos aborrecido depois de uma briga e terminar tudo somente por meia hora...&lt;br /&gt;Se você não consegue trabalhar direito o dia todo, ansioso pelo encontro que está marcado para a noite...&lt;br /&gt;Se você não consegue imaginar, de maneira nenhuma, um futuro sem a pessoa ao seu lado...&lt;br /&gt;Se você tiver a certeza que vai ver a outra envelhecendo e, mesmo assim, tiver a convicção que vai continuar sendo louco por ela.&lt;br /&gt;Se você preferir morrer, antes de ver a outra partindo: é o amor que chegou na sua vida. É um presente de Deus. É uma dádiva!!!&lt;br /&gt;Muitas pessoas apaixonam-se muitas vezes na vida, mas poucas amam ou encontram um amor verdadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Ou às vezes encontram e, por não prestarem atenção nesses sinais, deixam o amor passar, sem deixá-lo acontecer verdadeiramente.&lt;br /&gt;É o livre-arbítrio.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, preste atenção nos sinais&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe que as loucuras do dia-a-dia o deixem cego para a melhor coisa da vida: O AMOR...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?Juntos aprendemos a cada dia o verdadeiro valor do amor e não erramos nem um passo com o que a vida nos ensinou. Agradecemos a Deus por viver e enxergar a importância de todos esses momentos...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-6978782034781484342?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/6978782034781484342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=6978782034781484342' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/6978782034781484342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/6978782034781484342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-8092899229485801575</id><published>2009-05-02T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:05:56.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As vezes me sinto assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfxvVAb4pjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/w0nCXxCJvBg/s1600-h/150355uwgvsksnd6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfxvVAb4pjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/w0nCXxCJvBg/s400/150355uwgvsksnd6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331258465584719410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prinsessen som ingen kunne målbinde&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Det var engang en konge; han hadde en datter som var så vrien og vrang i ord at ingen kunne målbinde henne, og derfor lovte han ut at den som kunne gjøre det, skulle få prinsessen og halve kongeriket attpå.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Det var nok av dem som ville prøve seg, skal jeg tro, for det er ikke hver dag en kan få en kongsdatter og et halvt kongerike til givendes. Grinden til kongsgården sto ikke noen stund, de kom i flokk og følge fra øst og vest, både ridende og gående. Men det var ingen som kunne ordbinde prinsessen. Til sist satte kongen ut at de som prøvde seg, men ikke kunne, de skulle sviemerkes på begge ørene med det store sviejernet hans. - Han ville ikke ha dette rennet i gården sin til ingen ting.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Så var det tre brødre også som hadde fått spurt om prinsessen, og da de ikke hadde det for rart hjemme, ville de ut og friste lykken, og se om de kunne vinne kongsdatteren og halve riket. De var venner og nokså vel forlikt, og derfor gikk de i følge alle tre.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da de hadde kommet et stykke på veien, fant Askeladden en død skjærunge.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Jeg fant, jeg fant!" ropte han.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hva fant du?" spurte brødrene.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Jeg fant en død skjærunge," sa han.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Fy kast 'n! Hva skal du med den?" sa de to, som alltid trodde at de var de klokeste.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Å, jeg har slikt å gjøre, jeg har slikt å føre, jeg fører vel den," sa Askeladden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-8092899229485801575?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/8092899229485801575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=8092899229485801575' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/8092899229485801575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/8092899229485801575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-vezes-me-sinto-assim.html' title='As vezes me sinto assim...'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-w48aduAY24/SfxvVAb4pjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/w0nCXxCJvBg/s72-c/150355uwgvsksnd6.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-209657037187274374</id><published>2009-05-02T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:04:11.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continue....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Da de had&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Da de hadde gått et stykke til, fant Askeladden en gammel vidjespenning; den tok han opp.&lt;br /&gt;"Jeg fant, jeg fant!" ropte han.&lt;br /&gt;"Hva fant du nå?" sa brødrene.&lt;br /&gt;"Jeg fant en vidjespenning," svarte han.&lt;br /&gt;"Pøh! Hva skal du med den? Kast 'n!" sa de to.&lt;br /&gt;"Jeg har slikt å gjøre, jeg har slikt å føre, jeg fører vel den," sa Askeladden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da de hadde gått litt til, fant han et skålbrott; det tok han også opp.&lt;br /&gt;"Gutter, jeg fant, jeg fant!" sa han.&lt;br /&gt;"Nå, hva fant du nå?" spurte brødrene.&lt;br /&gt;"Et skålbrott," sa han.&lt;br /&gt;"Sj! Det var da også noe å dra på! Kast det!" sa de.&lt;br /&gt;"Å, jeg har slikt å gjøre, jeg har slikt å føre, så fører jeg vel det," svarte Askeladden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da de hadde kommet litt lenger, fant han et kroket bukkehorn, og like etter fant han maken til det.&lt;br /&gt;"Jeg fant, jeg fant, gutter!" ropte han.&lt;br /&gt;"Hva fant du nå da?" sa de andre.&lt;br /&gt;"To bukkehorn," svare Askeladden.&lt;br /&gt;"Sj! Kast dem! hva gjør du med dem?" sa de.&lt;br /&gt;"Nei, jeg har slikt å gjøre, jeg har slikt å føre, så fører jeg vel dem," sa Askeladden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om litt fant han en blei.&lt;br /&gt;"Nei, gutter, jeg fant, jeg fant!" ropte han.&lt;br /&gt;"Det var da svare til finning på deg! Hva fant du nå igjen?" sa de to eldste.&lt;br /&gt;"Jeg fant en blei," svarte han.&lt;br /&gt;"Å, kast 'n! Hva gjør du med den?" sa de.&lt;br /&gt;"Jeg har slikt å gjøre, jeg har slikt å føre, jeg fører vel den," sa Askeladden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da de gikk over jordene ved kongsgården - der hadde de nylig bredd gjødsel, - bukket han seg og tok opp en utgått skosåle.&lt;br /&gt;"Nei, nei, gutter, jeg fant, jeg fant!" sa han.&lt;br /&gt;"Bare du fant litt vett til du kom fram!" sa de to. "Hva var det nå du fant igjen da?"&lt;br /&gt;"En utgått skosåle," svarte han.&lt;br /&gt;"Isj da! Det var noe å ta opp også! Kast 'n! Hva gjør du med den?" sa brødrene.&lt;br /&gt;"Å, jeg har slikt å gjøre, jeg har slikt å føre, så jeg fører vel den, skal jeg vinne prinsessen og halve riket," sa Askeladden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Ja, du ser ut til det du!" sa de to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-209657037187274374?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/209657037187274374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=209657037187274374' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/209657037187274374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/209657037187274374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/da-de-hadd-e-gatt-et-stykke-til-fant.html' title='Continue....'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-6970004568147794548</id><published>2009-05-02T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T08:52:33.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continue...</title><content type='html'>Så la de inn til kongsdatteren. Først den eldste.&lt;br /&gt;"God dag," sa han.&lt;br /&gt;"God dag igjen," svarte hun og vridde på seg.&lt;br /&gt;"Det er fælt varmt her," sa han.&lt;br /&gt;"Det er varmere i glohaugen," svarte prinsessen; der lå sviejernet ferdig og ventet. Da han så det, gikk det i stå for ham med én gang, og så var det ute med ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Det gikk ikke likere med den mellomste.&lt;br /&gt;"God dag," sa han.&lt;br /&gt;"God dag igjen," sa hun og vrikket på seg.&lt;br /&gt;"Det er fælt så hett her," sa han.&lt;br /&gt;"Det er hetere i glohaugen," svarte hun. Dermed så mistet han også mål og mæle, - og så var det fram med jernet igjen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Så kom Askeladden.&lt;br /&gt;"God dag," sa han.&lt;br /&gt;"God dag igjen," svarte hun og vrikket og vridde på seg.&lt;br /&gt;"Det var da godt og varmt her," sa Askeladden.&lt;br /&gt;"Det er varmere i glohaugen," svarte hun; hun ble ikke blidere for det den tredje kom.&lt;br /&gt;"Det var råd å få stekt skjæra mi her da?" spurte han.&lt;br /&gt;"Jeg er redd hun sprekker," sa kongsdatteren.&lt;br /&gt;"Å det har ingen nød, jeg slår omkring denne vidjespenningen," svarte gutten.&lt;br /&gt;"Den er for rom," sa hun.&lt;br /&gt;"Jeg driver i en blei," sa gutten, og tok fram bleien.&lt;br /&gt;"Fettet renner av henne," sa kongsdatteren.&lt;br /&gt;"Jeg holder under dette," svarte gutten, han viste fram skålbrottet.&lt;br /&gt;"Du er så kroket i ord du," sa prinsessen.&lt;br /&gt;"Nei, jeg er ikke kroket, men dette er kroket," svarte gutten, og tok opp det ene bukkehornet.&lt;br /&gt;"Nei! nå har jeg aldri sett maken!" ropte prinsessen.&lt;br /&gt;"Her ser du maken," sa gutten, og tok opp det andre.&lt;br /&gt;"Jeg mener du er utgått for å målbinde meg, du?" sa hun.&lt;br /&gt;"Nei, jeg er ikke utgått, men den er utgått den," svarte gutten, og dro fram skosålen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En klok gammel ugle holdt til i et tre.&lt;br /&gt;Hun sa ikke stort om alt hun fikk se.&lt;br /&gt;Jo mindre hun sa, desto mer fikk hun høre.&lt;br /&gt;Så kloke burde vi alle være.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-6970004568147794548?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/6970004568147794548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=6970004568147794548' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/6970004568147794548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/6970004568147794548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/continue.html' title='Continue...'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94420133426504611.post-3068450535605813712</id><published>2009-05-02T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T06:57:44.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeira !!!</title><content type='html'>Prazer meu nome é Rosi Alves....&lt;br /&gt;Simples assim , nesse blog postarei coisas uteis, pensamentos, e até mesmo coisas nada a ver.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me importa , isso pra mim é só diversão ok ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/94420133426504611-3068450535605813712?l=missrosialves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/feeds/3068450535605813712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=94420133426504611&amp;postID=3068450535605813712' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/3068450535605813712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/94420133426504611/posts/default/3068450535605813712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrosialves.blogspot.com/2009/05/primeira.html' title='Primeira !!!'/><author><name>Nina Rosi</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
