<?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-38135523</id><updated>2011-06-05T13:13:12.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Restos de Coração</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartremnants.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38135523/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartremnants.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fantinha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17320137646026387159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38135523.post-6844175297923096700</id><published>2008-05-15T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T12:28:44.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra sempre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYnNJt7zfFw/SCyFNg85eSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DG4OSz1ajBE/s1600-h/fantinha_+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200678136936233250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYnNJt7zfFw/SCyFNg85eSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DG4OSz1ajBE/s320/fantinha_+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há melhor abraço, nem melhor risada, nem melhor carinho! A minha melhor companhia, seja no lugar mais divertido, fora do país ou até nos momentos mais vergonhosos ou desagradáveis... A maior saudade, a maior falta, a maior preocupação, mas ao mesmo tempo a maior alegria, e sobretudo o maior e melhor amor! Sem limite, sem hora certa, incondicional e sem fim. Aquela sensação boa de proteção, porque com o amor dela eu sou mais forte, a esperança aumenta e os problemas sempre tem solução, mesmo que a única solução seja chorar no seu colo. Você é com toda a certeza o meu maior orgulho, obrigado por dividir toda o seu conhecimento comigo!&lt;br /&gt;Te amo MUITO, e agradeço á Deus todos os dias por você ser minha &lt;strong&gt;mãe&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYnNJt7zfFw/SCyMKg85eTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/KEATeIV-pZs/s1600-h/fantinha_+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200685781978020146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYnNJt7zfFw/SCyMKg85eTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/KEATeIV-pZs/s320/fantinha_+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Every other day I crossed the line,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't mean to be so bad,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never thought you would become the friend I never had."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Spice Girls)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38135523-6844175297923096700?l=heartremnants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartremnants.blogspot.com/feeds/6844175297923096700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38135523&amp;postID=6844175297923096700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38135523/posts/default/6844175297923096700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38135523/posts/default/6844175297923096700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartremnants.blogspot.com/2008/05/pra-sempre.html' title='Pra sempre.'/><author><name>fantinha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17320137646026387159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYnNJt7zfFw/SCyFNg85eSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DG4OSz1ajBE/s72-c/fantinha_+077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38135523.post-5791105181034619277</id><published>2008-05-05T12:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T12:41:41.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nas ruas de outono, os meus passos vão ficar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYnNJt7zfFw/SB9ckQe3LJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qSSisRljYIM/s1600-h/CanadÃ¡+1027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196974272978300050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYnNJt7zfFw/SB9ckQe3LJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qSSisRljYIM/s320/Canad%C3%A1+1027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deletei mais da metade dos meu posts daqui! É sempre bom um recomeço né? &lt;strong&gt;Vida nova, blog limpo e novo!&lt;/strong&gt; Só deixei as coisas que eu achei que eram importantes pra mim e tal. Começar de novo é muito bom, ficaadicaok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse ano está sendo muito importante pra mim. Agora começam os anos mais importante na escola, tá bem difícil. Mas apesar de estar tudo tão diferente, é bom! Minha vida precisava de uma mudança bem drástica. E eu estou adorando! Eu estou me encontrando, sabe? Eu mudei muito. E acho que pra melhor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o Canadá, acho que eu nem precisava comentar né? Nunca vou esquecer esses dias mais perfeitos da minha vida! Good things come to those who wait, right? Acho que eu só tenho a agradecer mesmo, por que eu não podia ter ficado numa família melhor, e ter conhecido os melhores amigos! As saudades com toda a certeza são &lt;strong&gt;ENORMES&lt;/strong&gt;, vontade de chorar não falta quando eu lembro de lá, mas fazer o que? Depois eu falo com mais detalhes sobre isso, esquecer que eu não vou mesmo né? Uma coisa que eu aprendi lá e que, apesar de super clichê, quero que vocês leiam: viva cada momento como se fosse o último (calma viu gente, não levem tanto ao pé da letra assim ok?), porque as vezes pode ser o último mesmo! Se eu pudesse eu tinha feito muitas coisas que eu deixei de fazer. Não me despedi de muita gente que com toda a certeza eu nunca mais vou ver na minha vida. Portanto, viva o agora antes que o dia acabe ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38135523-5791105181034619277?l=heartremnants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartremnants.blogspot.com/feeds/5791105181034619277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38135523&amp;postID=5791105181034619277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38135523/posts/default/5791105181034619277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38135523/posts/default/5791105181034619277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartremnants.blogspot.com/2008/05/nas-ruas-de-outono-os-meus-passos-vo.html' title='Nas ruas de outono, os meus passos vão ficar.'/><author><name>fantinha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17320137646026387159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYnNJt7zfFw/SB9ckQe3LJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qSSisRljYIM/s72-c/Canad%C3%A1+1027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38135523.post-9166926287473919969</id><published>2007-05-09T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T11:44:55.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quem diz que a melhor fase da vida é a infancia... é porque nunca foi intercambista!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYnNJt7zfFw/RkJUyiUDeZI/AAAAAAAAABU/RkzH6trKbfk/s1600-h/bluedream_2007+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062702158298970514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYnNJt7zfFw/RkJUyiUDeZI/AAAAAAAAABU/RkzH6trKbfk/s320/bluedream_2007+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um homem precisa viajar.&lt;br /&gt;Por sua conta, não por meio de histórias, imagens, livros ou TV.&lt;br /&gt;Precisa viajar por si, com seus olhos e pés, para entender o que é seu.&lt;br /&gt;Para um dia plantar as suas próprias árvores e dar-lhes valor.&lt;br /&gt;Conhecer o frio para desfrutar o calor. E o oposto.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir a distância e o desabrigo para estar bem sob o próprio teto.&lt;br /&gt;Um homem precisa viajar para lugares que não conhece para quebrar essa arrogância que nos faz ver o mundo como o imaginamos, e não simplesmente como é ou pode ser.&lt;br /&gt;Que nos faz professores e doutores do que não vimos, quando deveríamos ser alunos, e simplesmente ir ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amyr Klink)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38135523-9166926287473919969?l=heartremnants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartremnants.blogspot.com/feeds/9166926287473919969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38135523&amp;postID=9166926287473919969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38135523/posts/default/9166926287473919969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38135523/posts/default/9166926287473919969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartremnants.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='quem diz que a melhor fase da vida é a infancia... é porque nunca foi intercambista!'/><author><name>fantinha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17320137646026387159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYnNJt7zfFw/RkJUyiUDeZI/AAAAAAAAABU/RkzH6trKbfk/s72-c/bluedream_2007+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38135523.post-8878261129389349593</id><published>2007-05-03T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T12:03:22.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>messing up... it's what makes a person.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYnNJt7zfFw/RjowDiUDeWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DTC2MHWKLLA/s1600-h/operationstemptationsfrustations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060409968612833634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYnNJt7zfFw/RjowDiUDeWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DTC2MHWKLLA/s320/operationstemptationsfrustations.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou entre flor e nuvem, estrela e mar.&lt;br /&gt;Por que havemos de ser unicamente humanos, limitados em chorar?&lt;br /&gt;Não encontro caminhos fáceis de andar.&lt;br /&gt;Meu rosto vário desorienta as firmes pedras que não sabem de água e de ar.&lt;br /&gt;E por isso levito.&lt;br /&gt;É bom deixar um pouco de ternura e encanto indiferente de herança, em cada lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Rastro de flor e estrela, nuvem e mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu destino é mais longe e meu passo mais rápido,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sombra é que vai devagar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cecília Meireles)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38135523-8878261129389349593?l=heartremnants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartremnants.blogspot.com/feeds/8878261129389349593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38135523&amp;postID=8878261129389349593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38135523/posts/default/8878261129389349593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38135523/posts/default/8878261129389349593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartremnants.blogspot.com/2007/05/messing-upits-what-makes-person.html' title='messing up... it&apos;s what makes a person.'/><author><name>fantinha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17320137646026387159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xYnNJt7zfFw/RjowDiUDeWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DTC2MHWKLLA/s72-c/operationstemptationsfrustations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38135523.post-597314746784051603</id><published>2007-03-19T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T11:56:42.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scars and souvenirs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xYnNJt7zfFw/Rf8uCkexQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/7Ie4hnBQfTk/s1600-h/english_camping+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043800729365595042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xYnNJt7zfFw/Rf8uCkexQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/7Ie4hnBQfTk/s320/english_camping+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;People have scars. In all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret roadmaps of their personal histories. Diagrams of all their old wounds. Most of our wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar. But some of them don't. Some wounds we carry with us everywhere and though the cut's long gone, the pain still lingers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pessoas tem cicatrizes. Em todos os tipos de lugares não esperados. Como mapas secretos de suas histórias pessoais. Diagramas de suas antigas feridas. A maioria de nossas feridas saram, deixando nada mais do que uma cicatriz. Mas algumas não. Algumas feridas nós carregamos com a gente em todos os lugares, e mesmo que o corte não exista mais, a dor ainda permanece.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38135523-597314746784051603?l=heartremnants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartremnants.blogspot.com/feeds/597314746784051603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38135523&amp;postID=597314746784051603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38135523/posts/default/597314746784051603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38135523/posts/default/597314746784051603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartremnants.blogspot.com/2007/03/scars-and-souvenirs.html' title='scars and souvenirs.'/><author><name>fantinha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17320137646026387159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xYnNJt7zfFw/Rf8uCkexQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/7Ie4hnBQfTk/s72-c/english_camping+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38135523.post-116924624305199600</id><published>2007-01-19T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T05:59:07.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saudades da melhor amiga ~:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1595/4265/1600/829611/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1595/4265/320/729516/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I miss my best friend, the one my heart and soul confided in,&lt;br /&gt;The one I felt the safest with, the one who knew just what to say to make me laugh again,&lt;br /&gt;And let the light back in.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my best friend, I miss the colors that you brought into my life,&lt;br /&gt;Your golden smile, those blue-green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your gentle voice in lonely times like now, saying it'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;I miss those times, I miss those nights, I even miss our silly fights,&lt;br /&gt;The making up, the morning talks, and those late afternoon walks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38135523-116924624305199600?l=heartremnants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartremnants.blogspot.com/feeds/116924624305199600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38135523&amp;postID=116924624305199600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38135523/posts/default/116924624305199600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38135523/posts/default/116924624305199600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartremnants.blogspot.com/2007/01/saudades-da-melhor-amiga.html' title='saudades da melhor amiga ~:'/><author><name>fantinha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17320137646026387159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38135523.post-116664398046995556</id><published>2006-12-20T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T12:00:41.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma got run over by a Reindeer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1595/4265/1600/853449/greystodos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1595/4265/320/555544/greystodos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1595/4265/1600/363764/FAMILY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1595/4265/320/699820/FAMILY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1595/4265/1600/438862/FRIENDSS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1595/4265/320/366713/FRIENDSS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1595/4265/1600/909765/novaspessoas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1595/4265/320/311926/novaspessoas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1595/4265/1600/78905/MUSIC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1595/4265/320/476398/MUSIC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1595/4265/1600/967066/SOMEFUN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1595/4265/320/42627/SOMEFUN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2006. Ano de felicidades e tristezas, conquistas e decepções... Mas acho que foi um dos melhores anos até agora! Quer dizer, o primeiro de muitos outros que estão por vir, porque agora eu tenho certeza que, apesar das responsabilidades á mais, cada ano vai melhorando aos poucos! Obrigada á todos que me apoiaram neste ano, e que de alguma forma me fizeram feliz. Eu garanto que cada um de vocês vai estar no meu pensamento na virada do ano! Amo muito muito muito mesmo, obrigada por tudo :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38135523-116664398046995556?l=heartremnants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartremnants.blogspot.com/feeds/116664398046995556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38135523&amp;postID=116664398046995556' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38135523/posts/default/116664398046995556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38135523/posts/default/116664398046995556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartremnants.blogspot.com/2006/12/grandma-got-run-over-by-reindeer.html' title='Grandma got run over by a Reindeer.'/><author><name>fantinha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17320137646026387159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38135523.post-116645350332951329</id><published>2006-12-18T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T08:32:23.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca deixe para amanhã o que você pode fazer hoje.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1595/4265/1600/773790/fantinha_4%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1595/4265/200/313137/fantinha_4%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A couple of hundred years ago, Benjamin Franklin shared with the world the secret of his success. Never leave that till tomorrow, he said, which you can do today. This is the man who discovered electricity. You think more people would listen to what he had to say. I don't know why we put things off, but if I had to guess, I'd have to say it has a lot to do with fear. Fear of failure, fear of rejection, sometimes the fear is just of making a decision, because what if you're wrong? What if you're making a mistake you can't undo? The early bird catches the worm. A stitch in time saves nine. He who hesitates is lost. We can't pretend we hadn't been told. We've all heard the proverbs, heard the philosophers, heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time, heard the damn poets urging us to seize the day. Still sometimes we have to see for ourselves. We have to make our own mistakes. We have to learn our own lessons. We have to sweep today's possibility under tomorrow's rug until we can't anymore. Until we finally understand for ourselves what Benjamin Franklin really meant. That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beat the hell out of never trying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38135523-116645350332951329?l=heartremnants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartremnants.blogspot.com/feeds/116645350332951329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38135523&amp;postID=116645350332951329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38135523/posts/default/116645350332951329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38135523/posts/default/116645350332951329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartremnants.blogspot.com/2006/12/nunca-deixe-para-amanh-o-que-voc-pode.html' title='Nunca deixe para amanhã o que você pode fazer hoje.'/><author><name>fantinha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17320137646026387159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
