<?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-22851908</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:41:50.337+01:00</updated><title type='text'>European Puzzle</title><subtitle type='html'>Is history recorded
Does someone have a tape</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-7394512970806604747</id><published>2008-11-28T23:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:33:23.717Z</updated><title type='text'>days, years, minutes, months</title><content type='html'>Longo periodo sem postar nada por aqui. Nenhum motivo especifico e todos os motivos especificos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am longing for 2009. Soh terei um parecer final sobre 2008 em 2009. Future proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi fotos de Kent (its the county) no pico do inverno, com 5 cm de neve. Like proper Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho vivido de vegetais organicos, salmao e cha verde. O resto eh soh adorno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha conclusao eh que Last fm nao te dah nenhum incentivo para se cadastrar e muito menos para se inscrever (subscribe). Se vc se cadastra soh pode escutar 3 vezes cada musica! E se vc dah dinheirinho pra eles, nao tem nenhum privilegio tao extra que justifique. Soh se for por incentivo a pagina mesmo, nao por algum beneficio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PJ Harvey + Guinness + Salmon = Friday evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fitter+happier (more productive + at ease)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our present needs are the direct consequence of the fact that we fought earlier, that we fought longest, and that we fought hardest". &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(citation known, but needed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Ryan+Adams/_/Wonderwall?autostart"&gt;Wonderwall with Ryan Adams is beautiful&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-7394512970806604747?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/7394512970806604747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=7394512970806604747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/7394512970806604747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/7394512970806604747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2008/11/days-years-minutes-months.html' title='days, years, minutes, months'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-1314116724084840719</id><published>2008-08-17T22:06:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:26:49.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanuts IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Without many concrete/clear thoughts, I will let Schulz speak for me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235601000505852946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 418px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="99" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_516qX5UEQ9g/SKiXXtzUxBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2ICNdSlQpPs/s400/peanuts2008018340815.gif" width="410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-1314116724084840719?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/1314116724084840719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=1314116724084840719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/1314116724084840719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/1314116724084840719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2008/08/peanuts-iv.html' title='Peanuts IV'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_516qX5UEQ9g/SKiXXtzUxBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2ICNdSlQpPs/s72-c/peanuts2008018340815.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-2254973506288462713</id><published>2008-07-03T19:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T19:21:38.512+01:00</updated><title type='text'>na epoca dos festivais...</title><content type='html'>Eh engracado como o 'credit crunch' afetou as pequenas coisas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, verao, eh epoca de festivais. No ano passado, quase todos sold out e Glastonbury que foi uma coisa a parte (vc tinha que se inscrever no site para talvez conseguir comprar ingresso).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse ano, Glastonbury nao esgotou e muitos outros festivais ateh foram cancelados devido a falta de publico (meu querido Tapestry goes West por exemplo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fora isso... os precos no supermercado continuam na mesma.... mas nao os festivais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better have a word with my mate Gordon... tsc tsc tsc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-2254973506288462713?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/2254973506288462713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=2254973506288462713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/2254973506288462713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/2254973506288462713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2008/07/na-epoca-dos-festivais.html' title='na epoca dos festivais...'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-4777854767386018154</id><published>2008-06-01T12:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T12:51:52.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I do...not?</title><content type='html'>Weddings are interesting occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have only parties to celebrate some kind of union which already exists, while others opt for the formality in sacred temples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say that when you have a party is never for you, but for the guests... think about a traditional wedding: months of preparation... details... think of you've seen before and didn't like, innovations or things that must be kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was definately wondering if after so much of stress and preparation there is actually time to enjoy the party without worrying about things or the next thing that has to be done.... "Will the baby crying loud in the church spoil the video?"; "Where are the flowers we were suppose to give to the guests?"; "The cake is not looking like the one was ordered!!". So many things to think about.... happiness is definately not on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still people get married, being a convention or an opportunity to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met many western people, who don't believe in religion but want to get married (and of course I mean legal terms). I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing wedding parties worth for sure: you will never be able to have so many people around you, celebrating something relating to you for so many hours apart from a wedding. Everybody comes! The close friends, all relatives, neighbours, people from the office, school, university... everybody! With so many people you will definately feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know... maybe thats what is all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-4777854767386018154?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/4777854767386018154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=4777854767386018154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/4777854767386018154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/4777854767386018154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-donot.html' title='I do...not?'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-4652123291347147154</id><published>2008-05-27T11:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T11:14:13.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I will not live in London anymore</title><content type='html'>Estou de mudanca de Londres.&lt;br /&gt;Triste pelo meu amado Tamisa que ainda me tira o ar ao cruzar qualquer uma das pontes que ligam o sul ao norte.&lt;br /&gt;Triste porque gosto daqui e da vida que levo. Mas o sentido de tudo e minha razao de aqui estar encontrou o que ser em outro lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Canterbury girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tiverem recados para o &lt;a href="http://www.archbishopofcanterbury.org/73"&gt;arcebispo&lt;/a&gt;, podem deixar que eu passo para ele!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-4652123291347147154?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/4652123291347147154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=4652123291347147154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/4652123291347147154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/4652123291347147154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-will-not-live-in-london-anymore.html' title='I will not live in London anymore'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-5251788692606719634</id><published>2008-04-13T23:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:46:51.315+01:00</updated><title type='text'>?Office?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.semiochemica.org.uk/images/wextior.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.semiochemica.org.uk/images/wextior.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.semiochemica.org.uk/images/wextior.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-5251788692606719634?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/5251788692606719634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=5251788692606719634&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/5251788692606719634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/5251788692606719634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2008/04/office.html' title='?Office?'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-7400391217955655027</id><published>2008-03-06T20:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:59:35.684Z</updated><title type='text'>House of cards...</title><content type='html'>Today's certainty is tomorrow's fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person that make plans is always (un)safe when starts making plans... if they blow away there is no much left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The analogy of the House of Cards (or castle of cards for those who prefer) is very true... but sometimes the piglet sees wood instead of straw because is looking forward to feel a bit safe, so misleads himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always said its fundamental to have a 'plan B'. It really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the time is also a precious friend... because when the wind blows the house made of straw and the piglet has to sleep under the stars feeling cold; he starts thinking about the heater he will install in his next house - made of bricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live-learn-live-learn-live-learn : its a two lane highway that goes in only one direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-7400391217955655027?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/7400391217955655027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=7400391217955655027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/7400391217955655027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/7400391217955655027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2008/03/house-of-cards.html' title='House of cards...'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-8719468680930177896</id><published>2008-02-01T10:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-01T10:47:12.707Z</updated><title type='text'>One of these things first</title><content type='html'>I bet it is not the first time I post the lyrics of this song in my blog (here or selma's eyes); but it mixes some thoughts and feelings that always come and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of these things first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have been a sailor, could have been a cook&lt;br /&gt;A real live lover, could have been a book.&lt;br /&gt;I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock&lt;br /&gt;As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock.&lt;br /&gt;I could be&lt;br /&gt;Here and now&lt;br /&gt;I would be, I should be&lt;br /&gt;But how?&lt;br /&gt;I could have been&lt;br /&gt;One of these things first&lt;br /&gt;I could have been&lt;br /&gt;One of these things first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have been your pillar, could have been your door&lt;br /&gt;I could have stayed beside you, could have stayed for more.&lt;br /&gt;Could have been your statue, could have been your friend,&lt;br /&gt;A whole long lifetime could have been the end.&lt;br /&gt;I could be yours so true&lt;br /&gt;I would be, I should be through and through&lt;br /&gt;I could have been&lt;br /&gt;One of these things first&lt;br /&gt;I could have been&lt;br /&gt;One of these things first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have been a whistle, could have been a flute&lt;br /&gt;A real live giver, could have been a boot.&lt;br /&gt;I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock&lt;br /&gt;As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock.&lt;br /&gt;I could be even here&lt;br /&gt;I would be, I should be so near&lt;br /&gt;I could have been&lt;br /&gt;One of these things first&lt;br /&gt;I could have been&lt;br /&gt;One of these things first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*to listen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://hypem.com/search/one%20of%20these%20things%20first/1/"&gt;http://hypem.com/search/one%20of%20these%20things%20first/1/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-8719468680930177896?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/8719468680930177896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=8719468680930177896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/8719468680930177896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/8719468680930177896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-of-these-things-first.html' title='One of these things first'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-812035806814364099</id><published>2008-01-21T00:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-21T01:08:13.791Z</updated><title type='text'>(I am) So so modern</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I went to the best gig of the year (so far): S O    S O    M O D E R N.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are still many people who like keybords (meaning synthesizer), but to make noise. There are also people who like to make interesting and impressive music, but without loosing the audience and not afraid of giving it an artistic touch and a splash of youth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And when you see three people bending on their keybords, each one making a different (complementary) 'noise' makes difficult to understand how Kraftwerk could do more or less something like that and looking like 4 gentlemen with just a few drops of sweat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its good to play for fun and it doesn't mean that you don't have to put a lot of effort in it... you can also wear funny costumes and be each one in different colour and shape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;music is what you take from it... it is also what you give to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"We are are a four-person collective interested creating a more fun and meaningful future through performance and music. By performance we mean the reciprocal acts of seeing and being seen, and by music we mean the ability to show solidarity around creative aural pleasure. Remember the campfire? Hope you do, cos thats what music means to us. A platform for sharing ideas, stories and gathering. But also a stage for challenges, dialog and what not.Much Love, So So Modern".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; [from their official website: &lt;a href="http://www.sosomodern.com/"&gt;http://www.sosomodern.com/&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-812035806814364099?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/812035806814364099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=812035806814364099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/812035806814364099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/812035806814364099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-so-so-modern.html' title='(I am) So so modern'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-7749036150025112717</id><published>2008-01-19T01:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T02:15:13.801Z</updated><title type='text'>Great indoors...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nada melhor do que depois de um dia cheio de tarefas, esperancas e responsabilidades poder olhar a bagunca do meu quarto, trocar um poster da parede e escutar John Mayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As vezes musicas/artistas esquecidos aparecem do nada na nossa cabeca. Eu fiquei tentando lembrar das letras, os temas, a capa do disco... queria chegar em casa, colocar o cd e clarear as lembrancas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E como toda lembranca que se preze, tudo volta num segundo: as noites no computador, os artigos para a revista autor, as manhas dentro do onibus indo para o trabalho... epoca em que eu soh esperava setembro chegar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;John Mayer seems more than appropriated and in the deep of my heart, I wish that past relaxing/waiting feeling is today a message for my present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hypem.com/search/john%20mayer/1/"&gt;http://hypem.com/search/john%20mayer/1/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"So go unlock the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And find what you are here for"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-7749036150025112717?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/7749036150025112717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=7749036150025112717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/7749036150025112717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/7749036150025112717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2008/01/great-indoors.html' title='Great indoors...'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-6720554541608345427</id><published>2008-01-14T23:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-14T23:24:00.722Z</updated><title type='text'>... take me there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's too much, too bright, too powerful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.thelastminuteblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/radiohead-in-rainbows1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-6720554541608345427?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/6720554541608345427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=6720554541608345427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/6720554541608345427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/6720554541608345427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2008/01/take-me-there.html' title='... take me there'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-1815009957487917499</id><published>2008-01-02T16:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-02T16:12:53.415Z</updated><title type='text'>number one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.georgehart.com/puzzles/puzzle-4triangles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.georgehart.com/puzzles/puzzle-4triangles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-1815009957487917499?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/1815009957487917499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=1815009957487917499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/1815009957487917499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/1815009957487917499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2008/01/number-one.html' title='number one'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-4674636151082634213</id><published>2007-12-31T11:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-31T11:41:16.470Z</updated><title type='text'>Jigsaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eh muito facil perder a nocao do tempo. Ainda que muitas coisas nao acontecam (o que tambem nao eh o caso) se os pensamentos forem muitos, wow, vai sempre parecer que algo que foi ontem ocorreu ha um tempao atras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fazem 1 ano e 3 meses que estou aqui e embora isso seja equivalente a mais ou menos 455 dias, eu sinto como se fossem 1095. Eu ateh envelheci - apesar do processo natural, todo mundo por aqui achava que a minha irmah (4 anos mais velha) era na verdade a mais nova - e eh claro amadureci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu sei para onde quero ir, mas o caminho nao eh de tijolos amarelos. Ha tantas coisas e pessoas e eh ainda mais dificil saber ateh quando e em que papel elas estarao em minha trajetoria. Eh tudo incerto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Brick by brick, piece by piece como um quebra-cabeca em que nao se sabe a figura final.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Independente de como ela for, everybody knows its location. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is no more me who is not here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-4674636151082634213?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/4674636151082634213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=4674636151082634213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/4674636151082634213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/4674636151082634213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/12/jigsaw.html' title='Jigsaw'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-2018679104320494268</id><published>2007-12-18T00:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-22T00:53:46.823Z</updated><title type='text'>Santa is coming to town...</title><content type='html'>Santa is coming to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you ask him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Rudolph says hi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-2018679104320494268?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/2018679104320494268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=2018679104320494268&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/2018679104320494268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/2018679104320494268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/12/santa-is-comming-to-town.html' title='Santa is coming to town...'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-3959634327902129792</id><published>2007-11-24T00:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-24T00:44:45.897Z</updated><title type='text'>Music Magic Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Music is one of the most powerful expressions. Not everybody is into plastic arts or even movies, but its impossible someone who don't listen to the radio or buy cds once in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As everybody knows I love music. As I said once, it is the only thing that could take me away from politics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can not live without music; its the air that I breath, my heart's filling. A band/artist can make my day, a particular song can change my mood for good or bad. For me, good music is about emotion. A brief but intense rollercoaster... it is true when they put their heart in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I also fell in love with bands/artists. You know... that feeling that you want to be together all the time, think about it all the time, make plans and look forward to do things together. I want to listen the music all the time, want to know more about the band/artist and the music, buy the albuns, go to the gigs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I had to live without music I would die of sadness... But no matter in which way, even if I couldn't sing, oh.... there will still be so much of music playing inside my head and all through my body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some of you maybe will understand and for those who doesn't I just can say it feels wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-3959634327902129792?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/3959634327902129792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=3959634327902129792&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/3959634327902129792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/3959634327902129792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/11/music-magic-music.html' title='Music Magic Music'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-6682151323336705061</id><published>2007-11-10T11:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-10T11:23:28.073Z</updated><title type='text'>Heima</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There are only two people I know who doesn't have any feelings for their home countries. It is always impossible to explain the reason why what should be home is not, especially because there is no particular reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I listen people talking about the need of going back home, the happinness, the connection.... sometimes I feel happy I don't feel that (as its an extra emotion) but most of the times, I try to figure out what it means... "How would it be if I could feel that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heima... Heima...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Sao Paulo as much I missed London while I was travelling to the east of Europe... like a tiny little pain in the back of my heart, but what most people feel (the need of going back, to see, to smell, to reconnect) I never felt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The idea of being 'citizen of the world' is great, but doesn't suits me... I have far too many feelings and needs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... I have an idea its like looking to someone you love and understand everything without saying any word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KpQ6m2Qf918"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ticklebooth.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/heima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-6682151323336705061?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/6682151323336705061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=6682151323336705061&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/6682151323336705061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/6682151323336705061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/11/heima.html' title='Heima'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-5604594393723630602</id><published>2007-10-25T11:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T01:56:03.197+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this the end...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shenyuepop.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/graduation-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://shenyuepop.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/graduation-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*but I can tell you this blog will have its name changed by January 2008!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-5604594393723630602?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/5604594393723630602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=5604594393723630602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/5604594393723630602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/5604594393723630602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/10/is-this-end.html' title='Is this the end...?'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-4859607854444417070</id><published>2007-10-18T00:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T01:06:36.847+01:00</updated><title type='text'>faulty television</title><content type='html'>I was wondering about my father...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you always wanted something and in the end it doesn't turn up the way you wanted it to be.&lt;br /&gt;What if you can't find the reason why (maybe because there are so many) and you not even bother thinking of it... something more like 'that's the way life is'.&lt;br /&gt;And you see yourself... you see your children... and you all are so different. (and then the awareness becomes disappointment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what if you could replace all of that.... what if&lt;br /&gt;There are so many others that look the same as me... they are not my real children... but maybe... maybe it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;A way of replacing one person for another... (we do this with bf/gf don't we)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a faulty television.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-4859607854444417070?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/4859607854444417070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=4859607854444417070&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/4859607854444417070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/4859607854444417070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/10/faulty-television.html' title='faulty television'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-593912530897499379</id><published>2007-10-15T22:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T23:32:36.277+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MPhil II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Maybe I want to prove that the world is a good place or die trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like the game where you fall backwards and you have to try not to second guess that your friend will catch you... usually I can't do it. Am I trying to teach myself faith by tossing myself into the void and assuming it'll be okay? Yeah, I like that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm trying to fall backwards to see if the world will catch me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I still feel fear... I still worry that I won't find good people, that good things won't happen; how often do I have to do this before I accept that things always do work out? And what if I push it too far and something really bad happens? But other than being raped and beaten and jailed and killed I guess my idea of things "not working out" is different from most people's... Like, here I am, homeless and friendless, don't know the language, sleeping in the street, in the rain, tired... but I don't consider this to be such a big disaster, really. No big deal. Maybe the ecstasy really did have a permanent effect on me!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Jeffrey Lewis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;GUFF #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-593912530897499379?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/593912530897499379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=593912530897499379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/593912530897499379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/593912530897499379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/10/mphil-ii.html' title='MPhil II'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-3752688059212234005</id><published>2007-10-01T17:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T15:11:19.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Strength to change Britain</title><content type='html'>When I was in Brazil I was never interested in national politics, just international relations; but once I moved to England I was completely dragged into this world of House of Commons (and Lords) by Mr. Blair and his troupe.&lt;br /&gt;Internships, membership and about one year later I was shaking hands with Gordon Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about party conferences on other countries (or parties) but at the Labour Party Conference there was room for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncountable fringes about all range of subjects. Free wine, beer and nice food (with every pack including speeches of famous Labour politicians and music - live or mechanical).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1 or 2 hours queuing for the Leader's speech you start to understand the feeling of those who really believe in the people and values (and changes made and about to come!) behind the whole circus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if you are at a media reception eating oyster with others (happened!) or leafleting for your organisation and receiving a bad look (also happened!!); it is about being Labour and believing you have a political role to play, no matter in which level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the Prime Minister is not as tall as he seems, maybe you exchanged a smile with the next PM to be... who knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt about egos and about keeping my mouth shut. There was also the moment for having fun and being myself (and people appreciated that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure the Labour has the strength to change Britain. It seduced me through HIS rhetoric and now (and forever) I will carry this mark with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will need this same strength to change and achieve everything I decided to, but for now, instead of doing as Gordon Brown and stand up for Britain, I will first have to stand up for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="152" alt="" src="http://www.elections.org.nz/uploads/labour-1957-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-3752688059212234005?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/3752688059212234005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=3752688059212234005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/3752688059212234005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/3752688059212234005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/10/strength-to-change-britain.html' title='Strength to change Britain'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-2228258101244570833</id><published>2007-09-02T08:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T08:33:17.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New life: go straight and turn left...</title><content type='html'>It's 8:18 and I am packing to move my stuff to my new house. The 'friendly' man and van will come at 14:00, at 18:00 I have to be at the Windmill.&lt;br /&gt;After almost 1 year here I have a job, a house and a 'not empty' heart. My life seems its getting settled and for one reason or another is very scary. I do no like things which are too easy... and I definately don't like what is 'ordinary' or 'average'... I wonder if a routine will be like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I just can't give myself a chance to be happy! It happens for few days... then something else appears in the back of my mind to keep me wait until 3:00... Like this week: work and dissertation.... 36 hours awake to finish it and many red bulls later and I was so happy that I started to chat with a guy who were asking for donations on the street and even invited him for a coffee!! After 1 and a 1/2 day more I was already looking the ground walking to the bar and thinking how things could be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not even that the 'grass is greener on the other side of the road'... maybe its just the way I see myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-2228258101244570833?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/2228258101244570833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=2228258101244570833&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/2228258101244570833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/2228258101244570833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-life-go-straight-and-turn-left.html' title='New life: go straight and turn left...'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-3404747321145966314</id><published>2007-08-22T01:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T03:22:33.881+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been wasting my spare mind with Joy Division. If none of you know, there is a film about Ian Curtis to be released in October called 'Control'. The director is Anton Corbijn (who is also fan of Joy Division) and the co-producer is Deborah Curtis (Ian's widow). The book I am reading - and mention in the previous post - was written by her and is quite shocking to think that she had the guts to make a movie (and see it on the screen) so many bad things that she lived.... most probably the most important things of her life happened in those 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Arts/Arts_/Pictures/2007/05/18/control460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's difficult to understand such a confused personality... that's why I waste so much time: there is no answer. I never thought about Ian Curtis as a myth or martyr and after reading the book to be honest I've got to a conclusion he was more like one of those strange non-sense small town boys. Part of him was going with the flow while the other wanted to be really big! Unfortunately the clash between them came in a form of an illness (epilepsy).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The movie is in black and white and the actors who played the band members perform all songs live. In the soundtrack there is only 1 song from the real Joy Division, all the others were recorded by the actors who named themselves as 'Joy Moviesion'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrFKu3xwTlQ"&gt;I can't wait to watch it!&lt;/a&gt; &gt; click here to watch the trailer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-3404747321145966314?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/3404747321145966314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=3404747321145966314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/3404747321145966314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/3404747321145966314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/08/digital.html' title='Digital'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-622499624737312974</id><published>2007-08-09T01:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T01:05:44.402+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Transmission</title><content type='html'>Living in England, specially London, is even more great if you are a fan of rock bands.&lt;br /&gt;In Manchester I bought 2 books: one Ian Curtis (Joy Division vocalist) biography and a Johnny Marr (The Smith's guitarrist) biography; both bands are from MNCHSTR and I am reading the first at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://www.foolishpeople.com/foolishpeople/images/holdingmic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I wanted to point out (why living here is so great) is that one of these days, I was reading about the first Joy Division gig in London, and how they were so excited about it. There were actually very few people that night in the pub, called 'Hope and Anchor'. And today, while I was walking to the office, just 10 minutes from it, there it is: Hope and Anchor. &lt;em&gt;Mariana smiles&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's so good to be in London&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-622499624737312974?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/622499624737312974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=622499624737312974&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/622499624737312974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/622499624737312974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/08/living-in-england-specially-london-is.html' title='Transmission'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-1262557038842866260</id><published>2007-07-29T13:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T14:15:37.459+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New Tool at L-S-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you still don't know, there is a great website called &lt;a href="http://hypem.com/"&gt;'HYPE MACHINE'&lt;/a&gt;. This website collects all mp3 songs available in blogs, organises them and make it available for everybody listen in its player.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I always use it to listen new bands; those you have read about it but don't know how it sounds, or you only know one song and want to find out more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you didn't notice, I added one of their playlists here. I must tell you the songs are not my choice, but there are some good stuff as well... it changes everyday anyway, according to their system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is a nice opportunity to leave your bubble and listen to something different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Enjoy!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-1262557038842866260?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/1262557038842866260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=1262557038842866260&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/1262557038842866260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/1262557038842866260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-tool-at-l-s-e.html' title='New Tool at L-S-E'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-7679149189083231557</id><published>2007-07-19T18:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:35:12.869Z</updated><title type='text'>intermezzo: holidays for a new life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After my exams several things happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Switzerland (Bern, Zurich and Geneva)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved out from Passfield Hall to a friend's place in Vauxhall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Manchester for 3 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back to the office in my (almost) new role as assistant.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switzerland is the perfect land... who never went there will miss the opportunity of seeing a place that do well in almost everything. The main cities are incredibly beautiful, all have different atmospheres and peculiar places to visit, particular things to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089092922708400546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516qX5UEQ9g/RqAXDM79GaI/AAAAAAAAACM/86F8-1w5zc0/s200/zurich+lights.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you are in company of great friends, everything is always thousand times better. Moments that last longer in our minds.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving is such a pain! Gosh! I had to leave my uni dorm and found a new home with my friend Fred in Vauxhall. The place is known as a gay area, with loads of night clubs and spas. Someone once told me is full of Brazillians - which is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092611254492111442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_516qX5UEQ9g/RqyW9EMoolI/AAAAAAAAACc/wfO736_Q-UA/s200/S1030270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 flatmates: 2 enrolled in war studies and 1 in architecture. 2 British and 1 half British half Brazilian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I live in the south of the river.... but I am still near my dear Ben.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchester is the English Belo Horizonte: a bit of countryside but a metropole as well. Important music scenes and artists came from there... and there is even a regional pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to an art festival where I ate ice cream with black olives syrup... funny taste :) Loads of drinks... loads of rock n' roll.... loads of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089099816130910642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_516qX5UEQ9g/RqAdUc79GbI/AAAAAAAAACU/luI4ws-RDkg/s200/me+and+the+stone.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I've been out of the office for 2 months, but in fact was only two weeks. I knew my new boss previously because he was an intern in the office before me, we met in a welcome dinner in January. He is great! He believes in European identity! He is very young and funny! He even moved to Vauxhall too! I can see hard work (and fun) coming while I am here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;An intermezzo before a new life. Will it be really a new life or in fact that will be the intermezzo for something new? ... Just time will tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-7679149189083231557?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/7679149189083231557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=7679149189083231557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/7679149189083231557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/7679149189083231557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/07/intermezzo-holidays-for-new-life.html' title='intermezzo: holidays for a new life'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516qX5UEQ9g/RqAXDM79GaI/AAAAAAAAACM/86F8-1w5zc0/s72-c/zurich+lights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-5280022318325245749</id><published>2007-07-04T08:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T09:08:04.531+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LUV435 - Theories of relationship</title><content type='html'>Apos uma pesada dose de reflexao concluih que soh eh possivel considerar um relacionamento serio com alguem se existir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@atracao fisica&lt;br /&gt;@orgulho (num sentido de se orgulhar do outro por algum motivo, nao amor proprio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discuta a afirmacao acima de maneira sucinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-5280022318325245749?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/5280022318325245749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=5280022318325245749&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/5280022318325245749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/5280022318325245749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/07/luv435-theories-of-relationship.html' title='LUV435 - Theories of relationship'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-3564720466553879495</id><published>2007-06-14T22:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T22:57:39.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...MPhil</title><content type='html'>What is the meaning of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A kettle and a comfortable chair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;J. Anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-3564720466553879495?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/3564720466553879495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=3564720466553879495&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/3564720466553879495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/3564720466553879495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/06/mphil.html' title='...MPhil'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-5054732787787141399</id><published>2007-06-12T14:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:35:13.156Z</updated><title type='text'>Je suis Monnet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jean Monnet foi um visionario. Ele tinha um problema nas maos, encontrou a solucao, persuadiu pessoas e teve sua engenhoca politica montada, funcionando e com ele no controle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ele tinha o &lt;em&gt;networking&lt;/em&gt;, o carisma, era apartidario e usava frases de efeito. Monnet solucionava problemas... nao era um homem do setor publico ou privado... ele tinha o melhor dos dois!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Monnet criou a Comunidade Europeia do Carvao e do Aco (CECA) e a base do que eh a Uniao Europeia... na verdade, a forma de UE que temos hoje ainda eh basicamente a mesma. Ele - que era frances - encontrou a solucao para a 'paz na Europa'; muitos jah sabiam que teria que ser por lacos economicos, mas que tipo de lacos e quais arranjos.... soh Monnet tinha a resposta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alguns podem argumentar que o Benelux jah fazia algo parecido (em termos de uniao comercial com queda de barreiras), mas quem pensaria em colocar uma Franca devastada com uma Alemanha ocupada, envergonhada e falida juntas?! Num jogo de soma positiva?! Com certeza isso nunca poderia ter sido ideia de um politico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nao deve ter melhor sensacao do que ver as suas ideias materializadas em forma de instituicoes, policies e resultados. Ver seu 'Frankenstein' andando (e sem destruir coisas pelo caminho).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eh disso que eu gosto: &lt;strong&gt;problem-solving&lt;/strong&gt;. Ha uma situacao, eu sempre vou pensar em algo para soluciona-la! Pode nao ser a melhor das ideias, mas haverah uma! Gosto de praticidade no campo profissional, nao gosto de perder tempo... gosto de falacao, mas que seja com propostas a fim de convencimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para ser Monnet eh preciso estar na hora certa no lugar certo, e nesse entremeio, cultivar experiencias e relacoes pessoais (a parte do enfrentar duas guerras a gente pula! :-P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075181532889869090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516qX5UEQ9g/Rm6qtvaF6yI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TdZ_Y2GgFF0/s200/renoir+-+monet_painting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rennoir: Monet pintando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best of luck for me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-5054732787787141399?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/5054732787787141399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=5054732787787141399&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/5054732787787141399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/5054732787787141399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/06/je-suis-monnet.html' title='Je suis Monnet'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516qX5UEQ9g/Rm6qtvaF6yI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TdZ_Y2GgFF0/s72-c/renoir+-+monet_painting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-5083977946436377336</id><published>2007-05-27T13:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T13:37:18.785+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mari.... the indiepop anorak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todos sabem que eu sou fa de &lt;em&gt;indie pop&lt;/em&gt; (ou twee pop). Nao que o estilo tenha influenciado a minha personalidade, mas com a personalidade que tenho, nao haveria como nao gostar do estilo. Eh claro que tambem por isso eu surpreendo muitas pessoas, muitas vezes com a minha vertente mais rock n'roll (distorcoes e riffs), mas aih jah sao os estereotipos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recentemente, tenho preenchido os espacos vazios em mim com &lt;strong&gt;la la las&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;pa pa pas&lt;/strong&gt; de meus artistas indie pop favoritos: Field Mice, Blueboy, Belle &amp; Sebastian... tenho conhecido algumas pessoas e ido a algumas festas que me colocaram em contato com os mais bacanas e promissores festivais de verao da Gra-Bretanha ;-) Eles custam &lt;strong&gt;1/4 do preco&lt;/strong&gt; de um ingresso para um festival convencional (como Reading ou V), podem ocorrer em &lt;strong&gt;lugares inusitados&lt;/strong&gt; e pregam um &lt;strong&gt;espirito bastante comunitario&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O primeiro eh o &lt;em&gt;IndieTracks&lt;/em&gt; : &lt;a href="http://www.indietracks.co.uk"&gt;www.indietracks.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; no final de Julho, que eu ainda nao entendi direito se acontece num trem/estacao/trilhos. De todas as bandas eu conheco soh um headline, mas imaginem ficar o dia inteiro no &lt;strong&gt;interior da Inglaterra&lt;/strong&gt;, em meio a trilhos de trem, ouvindo musiquinhas felizes....................... ^^ (ao cubo!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O outro eu provavelmente vou, se chama &lt;em&gt;Tapestry goes West&lt;/em&gt; (que eh organizado pelo mesmo cara que faz a festa mensal na igreja): &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/tapestrygoeswest"&gt;www.myspace.com/tapestrygoeswest&lt;/a&gt; no final de Agosto e serah no &lt;strong&gt;interior do Pais de Gales&lt;/strong&gt;....... wow, imaginem as paisagens. Uma das minhas bandas favoritas (The Clientele) vai tocar e eu conheco (vagamente, mas conheco) algumas pessoas que vao. Devo dizer que a musica nesse festival parece menos promissora.... mais uma coisa &lt;em&gt;underground americano 70's&lt;/em&gt;, mas parece valer a pena tambem pelo espirito comunitario.... no ano passado me contaram que no final do primeiro dia fizeram uma grande fogueira e que foi muito bonito.......... pode soar meio hippie demais, mas eh que a festa (assim como o festival serah) eh povoada por &lt;em&gt;quarentoes e trintoes&lt;/em&gt; apaixonados por musica.... &lt;em&gt;um pessoal de all star e barba&lt;/em&gt;... eu sou uma coisinha fora do lugar, mas tah valendo.... estou acostumada ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora eh torcer para *eu arranjar companhia; *eu conseguir o dinheiro. Devo dizer que a segunda coisa em bem mais facil que a primeira :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, o intuito desse post foi mostrar que ha coisas muito bacanas acontecendo no &lt;strong&gt;underunderground&lt;/strong&gt; por aqui. As raves tambem geralmente sao feitas em locais bem diferentes.... mas eh que &lt;strong&gt;soh o indie pop faz com que tenham coracoes pelo ar&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-5083977946436377336?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/5083977946436377336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=5083977946436377336&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/5083977946436377336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/5083977946436377336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/05/mari-indiepop-anorak.html' title='Mari.... the indiepop anorak'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-6132690205815244224</id><published>2007-05-21T22:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:35:13.357Z</updated><title type='text'>Google Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516qX5UEQ9g/RlISOyGgSOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/j9Ku_Exm_7k/s1600-h/1256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067132575921752290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516qX5UEQ9g/RlISOyGgSOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/j9Ku_Exm_7k/s200/1256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;latest pic of me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thats a bit stupid...... hummm you're right VERY STUPID, but its funny to do sooooooooo:&lt;br /&gt;Rules: &lt;strong&gt;Go to google&lt;/strong&gt; and type &lt;strong&gt;"[your name] likes to"&lt;/strong&gt; and read what YOU like ;-)&lt;br /&gt;I must say this is a very 'facebook' thing......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, some things "I" like to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Mariana likes working with farmworkers, because she knows that “if it weren’t for them, we wouldn’t eat.” (hummmmm &lt;em&gt;right sentence&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;but wrong reason&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Mariana likes to enjoy many of the arts, she writes poetry and paints and draws every time she get some time in her hands". (&lt;em&gt;very true, apart from drawing&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Mariana likes to sing; even though she is a terrible singer". (&lt;strong&gt;Hey! I am not!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Mariana likes to fight girls like that, it's her style.” (Hummmmmm.... &lt;em&gt;where are my pink boxe gloves&lt;/em&gt; ;-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Mariana likes him because he is very handsome and friendly". (Where is this guy!!! &lt;em&gt;I have to be introduced to him &lt;/em&gt;;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the last (but not the least):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Mariana lives with Gosho, with whom she gets along very well. Mariana seems to feel safe and protected with Gosho. &lt;strong&gt;Mariana is curious&lt;/strong&gt;, likes swimming in the ponds, and is in good health. &lt;strong&gt;At the moment Mariana is hibernating&lt;/strong&gt;". (&lt;em&gt;It couldn't be more TRUE&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Thanks Dom for the idea ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-6132690205815244224?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/6132690205815244224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=6132690205815244224&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/6132690205815244224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/6132690205815244224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/05/google-game.html' title='Google Game'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516qX5UEQ9g/RlISOyGgSOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/j9Ku_Exm_7k/s72-c/1256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-7305496750297023848</id><published>2007-05-19T14:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T14:08:48.057+01:00</updated><title type='text'>to consume...</title><content type='html'>What would you think about this product:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A rich, &lt;strong&gt;luxurious&lt;/strong&gt; drink made with &lt;strong&gt;handpicked&lt;/strong&gt; Italian &lt;strong&gt;wild&lt;/strong&gt; strawberries, strawberry puree &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;silky&lt;/strong&gt; Cornish clotted cream".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-7305496750297023848?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/7305496750297023848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=7305496750297023848&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/7305496750297023848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/7305496750297023848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-consume.html' title='to consume...'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-8119924318956476224</id><published>2007-05-16T00:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T00:41:51.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>UK x GRE = Parthenon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'The Marbles can travel' says British Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the fisrt time ever, the director of the British Museum (BM), Mr. Neil MacGregor said publicly (...) that Parthenon Marbles could be sent abroad 'under certain conditions'. Asked whether he and the trustees would consider a request from Athens to borrow the Marbles, he said: There is no reason why any object in the BM - if it is fit to travel - shouldn't spend three months or six months somewhere else. So, in principle, absolutely yes. The difficulty at the moment is that the Greek Government has formally, and recently, refused to acknowledge that the trustees are the owners of the objects. The Greek Government has never asked for a loan of the material from the BM. The issue has always been about the permanent removal of all the Parthenon material in the BM collection, to Athens'.&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;The idea has been described as "excellent" by [a] liberal democrat MP, who is campaigning in Parliament for the Marbles to be returned to the place where they were created more than 2,000 years ago. (...)&lt;br /&gt;Greece's Culture Minister (...) aid he had read Mr. MacGregor's statement 'with interest' and added that Greek officials and representatives of the BM may discuss the possibility of a loan of the Parthenon Marbles to Greece (...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from GREECE newsletter - Embassy of Greece: press and communication office&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;April 2007 - no. 105&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-8119924318956476224?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/8119924318956476224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=8119924318956476224&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/8119924318956476224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/8119924318956476224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/05/uk-x-gre-parthenon.html' title='UK x GRE = Parthenon'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-5578061095224834027</id><published>2007-05-10T12:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T13:03:02.281+01:00</updated><title type='text'>News...</title><content type='html'>Just to let people updated about what's happening in my life. Here are some news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - I am going to Bristol this Saturday&lt;br /&gt; - I've got a temporary job after the master&lt;br /&gt; - I am going to stay in London (at least) until October&lt;br /&gt; - I am going to visit the European Parliament in Strasbourg in July&lt;br /&gt; - I am going to the Labour Party Conference in September&lt;br /&gt; - I've been buying loads of IR and British politics books at LSE (as much as you can carry for £o.50)&lt;br /&gt; - I've found a party which happens once a month in a church, where they have interesting and nice gigs and people (festa estranha com gente esquisita rocks!), so, now I go there every month&lt;br /&gt; - I am going to Cardiff (the Welsh capital) one day after the end of my exams&lt;br /&gt; - I am planning going to Manchester for an International Art Festival for couple days&lt;br /&gt; - I am still doing two internships&lt;br /&gt; - I am still confused about the European/American men&lt;br /&gt; - I've got a pair of rollerblades&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-5578061095224834027?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/5578061095224834027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=5578061095224834027&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/5578061095224834027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/5578061095224834027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/05/news.html' title='News...'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-5589323563521505273</id><published>2007-04-30T01:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T01:46:38.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Plagiarism song</title><content type='html'>And just to match with exams time, I've found &lt;strong&gt;a song about plagiarism&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;You say : "'Ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you claim these words as your own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've read well, and I've heard them said&lt;br /&gt;A hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you must write prose/poems &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words you use should be your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't plagiarise or take "on loan" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause there's always someone, somewhere &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a big nose, who knows &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And who trips you up and laughs &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you fall &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who'll trip you up and laugh&lt;br /&gt;When you fall"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's thank &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Mozz&lt;/strong&gt; (once more) for this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*band: The Smiths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*song: Cemetery gates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*album: The Queen is dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*release date: June 1986&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-5589323563521505273?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/5589323563521505273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=5589323563521505273&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/5589323563521505273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/5589323563521505273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/04/plagiarism-song.html' title='Plagiarism song'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-3759838643896403532</id><published>2007-04-19T22:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T22:43:28.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>music + hellhole inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As I got into other music, and moved away from the Manics as their newer albums became less exciting and the band themselves lost the magic that had made them so wonderful in the first place, I suppose I became rather embarrassed by the obsessive side of Manics fandom. The glitter, feather boas, self harm and tiger print became the stuff of supercliche (...). Of course there was also the fact that I got happier, made more friends, and started to forget about the hellhole that had been my school".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from the *highly* recommended blog: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://jamiesrunoutgroove.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://jamiesrunoutgroove.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-I think he's kind right, however, there will always be a hellhole inside of those who doesn't match with everything around...-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-3759838643896403532?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/3759838643896403532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=3759838643896403532&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/3759838643896403532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/3759838643896403532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/04/music-hellhole-inside.html' title='music + hellhole inside'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-7529558146795115962</id><published>2007-04-14T22:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:35:13.832Z</updated><title type='text'>Inside the future looking the future ahead (no coracao dos 27)</title><content type='html'>O povo quer saber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em um de meus seminarios de 'Historia da Integracao Europeia' (EU435) o professor uma vez falou de como em Bruxelas se formou uma especie de 'Euro Clube' em que todo mundo se conhecia e pessoas nao pensavam em FRA ou HOL, mas em Uniao Europeia (UE). Ateh entao eu nunca tinha pensado nisso (lembre-se que meus estudos sobre UE sempre foram autonomos ateh eu vir para cah), ateh Bruxelas eu nao tinha ideia que eh o clube do qual eu quero fazer parte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053404788286160722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_516qX5UEQ9g/RiFM4YAN_1I/AAAAAAAAABc/DjKo-yT10lk/s200/me+and+window+iV.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(vista da janela do escritorio do Mr. Moraes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu destino era o escritorio do Membro do Parlamento Europeu (MEP em ingles) para quem eu trabalho (Mr. Claude Moraes - Labour MEP for London). O predio do Parlamento por dentro eh bem bonito... nada tremendamente estonteante, mas arrumadinho. A burocracia eh chata.... com o meu cracha de visitante (com foto europeia, de perfil) eu nao podia fazer nada se nao estivesse acompanhada por uma pessoa com um cracha de verdade.... eu ficava basicamente no escritorio... escutava uma coisa aqui, outra ali, e saia por aih com os estagiarios de Bxl do escritorio do MEP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu quase fui na plenaria ver o discurso da A. Merkel e do J. Barroso pela 'Declaracao de Berlin', mas estava cheio.... mais tarde fiquei horas e horas na plenaria assistindo os MEPs discursarem sobre regulacoes para GMO. Foi importante para ver a dinamica, a interacao entre as instituicoes.... o que significa isso ou aquilo no painel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem alguns bares pertinho de uma das saidas do Parlamento.... todo dia quando eu saia para voltar para o hotel era uma Babel. O 'Euro Clube' se reunia, e ria, e bebia hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053432104278163298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="188" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_516qX5UEQ9g/RiFluYAN_2I/AAAAAAAAABk/w6iyU5bMsvA/s200/view+from+Luxembourg+Place.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (vista da Praca Luxemburgo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Minha interacao com o ambiente era bem de 'dia a dia'. As pessoas telefonando, documentos a serem preparados... os italianos com os italianos, os britanicos com os britanicos, os alemaes com os alemaes... cidadaos europeus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A votacao eu vi pela tv.... como alguem tinha que me acompanhar e todo mundo estava ocupado eu fiquei soh lah vendo o vice-chair (um espanhol) coordenar o que ele disse que era a mais extensa votacao de todos os tempos na Plenaria de Bruxelas (!). Nao dah pra entender direito.... eh muito rapido, vc nao sabe o que eles estao votando e eh tudo no olhometro.... meio estranho e bem chato de se assistir.... eh tao rapido, que se vc bobear, a votacao de algo passou e vc nem viu...............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053446088691679090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_516qX5UEQ9g/RiFycYAN_3I/AAAAAAAAABs/ryDQB-xlF8M/s200/from+my+hotel+window.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(vista da janela do meu quarto no hotel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E foram poucas vezes que eu num lugar estranho me senti tao bem! Mesmo sem falar a lingua, mesmo sem saber os caminhos....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A primeira vista que tive de Bruxelas (dentro do onibus, indo para Praga) foi de uma cidade bonitinha, excessivamente morna e muito mal conservada. Estar lah mudou bastante a minha opiniao. Afirmo que o sentimento que eu tive desta vez foi realmente de 'minha futura casa'. Me senti segura, achei o ambiente agradavel, as pessoas amistosas.... e a cidade eh bonita (soh parcialmente morna e mal conservada)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tive que ir ateh uma outra parte da cidade para comprar uma mala (peguei varias linhas diferentes e tram) e ao sair do metro... dou de cara com um castelo maravilhosamente antigo e lindo! no meio da cidade.... ali.... soh a observar. Como nao gostar de um lugar assim?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Epilogo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meu futuro a principio nao estah nesta ilha em que me encontro. Eu quero estar no coracao da Uniao e para isso precisarei me mudar. Sem medo e com coragem! Sei que o fato de nao falar frances nao eh relevante para conseguir um trabalho ou estagio no Parlamento, sei que nao preciso de um visto de trabalho para me mudar e trabalhar na UE, sei que como estagiaria (full-time 5 vezes por semana) consigo ganhar o suficiente para sobreviver.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Se ha 1 ano atras eu estava em Sao Paulo, sorridente e quietinha sonhando com a LSE e Londres, soh consigo pensar agora que minha vida pode ser tao imensa quanto este continente... Se eu cruzei o oceano para tanto, agora vou definitivamente plantar minhas esperancas e esforcos no coracao dos 27.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-7529558146795115962?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/7529558146795115962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=7529558146795115962&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/7529558146795115962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/7529558146795115962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/04/inside-future-looking-future-ahead-no.html' title='Inside the future looking the future ahead (no coracao dos 27)'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_516qX5UEQ9g/RiFM4YAN_1I/AAAAAAAAABc/DjKo-yT10lk/s72-c/me+and+window+iV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-468701514246536924</id><published>2007-03-18T18:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:35:14.165Z</updated><title type='text'>Trident: Ayes and Nous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dentist.net/images/trident-cinnamon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.dentist.net/images/trident-cinnamon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Essa quarta-feira foi a votacao no Parlamento para a renovacao ou nao do Trident. Eu fiz questao de estar lah! O David Cameron tambem fez questao (e o mesmo nao aconteceu para a votacao da reforma dos Lordes, a qual ele nao compareceu). A galeria tinha gente de todos os tipos: estrangeiros, idosos, estudantes (colegial e universitarios), pacifistas, funcionarios do Parlamento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assisti uma 1/2 hora dos debates (que comecaram a 12:30) antes da votacao. Os argumentos jah conhecidos soh apontavam quem estaria de cada lado: dos Ayes e dos Nous &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ayes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A reforma do sistema nuclear de submarinos eh condicao sine qua non para a manutencao da seguranca do pais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O sistema internacional estah em constante mudanca com atores transnacionais como grupos terroristas e mesmo Estados com governos imprevisiveis como Ira e Coreia do Norte sao ameacas constantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por mais que a Guerra Fria nao exista mais, a &lt;em&gt;deterrence&lt;/em&gt; permanece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apos o ataque terrorista de 2005 ficou evidente que o pais eh um alvo e por isso precisa garantir sua seguranca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As &lt;em&gt;billions of pounds&lt;/em&gt; nao sao um gasto, mas um investimento para a futura seguranca do UK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Reino Unido como um pais de muita importancia no sistema internacional deveria dar o exemplo e banir parte de suas armas de destruicao em massa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nao ha razao para gastar &lt;em&gt;billions of pounds&lt;/em&gt; com algo direcionado a guerra e que nao serah usado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As &lt;em&gt;billions of pounds&lt;/em&gt; poderiam ser gastas em programas sociais (national health system and education).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essa acao faz outros paises crerem/perceberem que a corrida nuclear eh impontate e por isso devem ter esse tipo de armas tambem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essa acao faz com que alguns paises sintam-se amecados pelo Reino Unido (plus USA) o que aumenta o clima de tensao no sistema internacional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043388478581307378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_516qX5UEQ9g/Rf23Gaoi9_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Oc_cNMq7efQ/s200/Trident+protest+sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Aye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiz questao de me pronunciar a respeito disso durante o 'Labour Party Student Council 2006' e continuo a enfatizar os mesmos pontos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;£ acredito que seja um investimento de longo prazo ao invez de um gasto desnecessario para garantir a seguranca do pais. O fato de que nao serah usado (jah que isso soh aconteceria num cenario de 'fim do mundo' (M.A.D.) e isso com qualquer conflito nuclear hoje em dia) nao indica que nao ocasionarah 'medo' em possiveis oponentes. Uma vez que se tem, sempre ha a possibilidade de uso.. ainda que pouco provavel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;£ os pacifistas que me desculpem, mas nao ha como falar em desarmamento nuclear quando os USA e RUS possuem a maior parte desses artefatos e nao estao nem um pouco interessados em se desfazerem deles (e nenhum outro pais que os possua).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;£ eh evidente que ha o interesse comercial das industria armamentista nos billions pounds que envolvem o Trident, e quem esperasse que nao tivesse nao sabe o mundo em que vive, mas isso nao quer dizer que a necessidade de renovacao dos artefatos nao exista. Nao eh algo criado na cabeca de ninguem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;£ o fato do Reino Unido renovar o Trident nao encorajarah outros paises a buscarem armas nucleares, pois o incentivo jah existe e nao aumentarah/diminuirah com a acao britanica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;£ poder adquirido nao se joga fora, e sim se mantem, se renova ou se transfere. Assim, como ainda nao ha nenhum incentivo no sistema internacional para a substituicao do poder nuclear (relativo ou nao) por outro, pq o pais deveria escolher por renunciar (ou diminuir consideravelmente) o seu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Their Ayes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ocorreram duas votacoes, a primeira foi de uma emenda dos Lib Dems (Liberal Democrats, o terceiro partido) para atrasar a decisao ateh que mais relatorios e uma melhor decisao podesse ser tomada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resultados aproximados (pq nao me lembro exatamente): 150 Ayes x 350 Nous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A segunda votacao era a da Main Question, ou seja, a renovacao do Trident:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"That this House supports the Government's decisions, as set out in the White Paper The Future of the United Kingdom'd Nuclear Deterrent (referencia),&lt;strong&gt; to take the steps necessary to maintain the UK's minimum strategic nuclear deterrent beyond the life of the existing system&lt;/strong&gt; and to take further steps towards meeting the UK's disarmament responsibilities under Article VI of the Non-Proliferation Treaty".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resultados aproximados (pq nao me lembro exatamente): 100 Ayes X 400 Nous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Their Nous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jah se era esperado que por volta de 100 Labour MPs votassem contra o governo e foi isso o que mais ou menos aconteceu. Uma das maiores derrotas internas para o partido desde o Iraque. Os escoceses em massa e os Labours mais left wing (incluindo a MP para quem eu estagio) foram os sediciosos... foi bacana ver como as pressoes rolam ateh o ultimo minuto, com naos e sims na ponta do lapis de cada lado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na verdade, nao tinha como dar errado para o governo, jah que os Tories (conservadores) eram favoraveis (como me disseram: 'eles querem garantir os lucros para os seus amigos da industria armamentista').&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043386769184323554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_516qX5UEQ9g/Rf21i6oi9-I/AAAAAAAAABI/lY4Sc2G2FR8/s200/Trident+poster+%26+dear+Ben.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a votacao acabou, em frente ao Parlamento uma porcao de pessoas estavam a protestar e eu resolvi registrar em imagem. Eu tinha a resposta que eles queriam, mas fiquei lah, tentando encontrar um bom angulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conclusao que tiro de tudo isso se resume a reacao de uma garota que estava no protesto. Ela chegou correndo para os amigos e contou, meio que chorando que eles tinham aprovado a mocao... em meio a lamentos e abracos a mesma disse: 'Eu sabia que eles iriam fazer isso, mas eles nao deveriam...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They shouldn't but they must. Does it make sense?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-468701514246536924?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/468701514246536924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=468701514246536924&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/468701514246536924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/468701514246536924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/03/trident-ayes-and-nous.html' title='Trident: Ayes and Nous'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_516qX5UEQ9g/Rf23Gaoi9_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Oc_cNMq7efQ/s72-c/Trident+protest+sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-2135810214722987992</id><published>2007-03-03T14:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:35:14.360Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holi !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"One of the most important &lt;a href="http://festivals.iloveindia.com/hindu-festivals.html"&gt;Hindu festivals&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Holi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;embodies all the festivity, liveliness and exuberance of Spring season. The cheerful faces smeared with colors and flower extracts look not much different from the blooming blossoms. (...) It is the festival of letting go of what has already passed and awaken the hopes and strengthen our ties with our friends and loved ones. &lt;em&gt;Holi is a festival of pranks&lt;/em&gt;. Particularly the youth go around the villages and communities, playing colors and pranks, shouting 'Bura Na Mano, Holi Hai!' (Don't be angry, it's Holi!). Often associated with the love-play of naughty Krishna, his beloved Radha and the cowherd boys and maids known as 'Gopis', &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Holi is the day for young hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Spraying colors, dancing on traditional Holi songs, rhythmic drum beats and wild processions are the common scenes that one comes across during this festival. (...) &lt;em&gt;This year, Holi will be celebrated on &lt;strong&gt;3rd of March&lt;/strong&gt; 2007&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Come and experience the enthusiasm with us as we bring all that is exciting in Holi, just for you".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*from the website: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecolorsofindia.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.thecolorsofindia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037713720478543250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516qX5UEQ9g/RemN8BU8LZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YOJz-_qojBI/s320/PICT0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Happy Holi !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-2135810214722987992?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/2135810214722987992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=2135810214722987992&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/2135810214722987992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/2135810214722987992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-holi.html' title='Happy Holi !!!'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516qX5UEQ9g/RemN8BU8LZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YOJz-_qojBI/s72-c/PICT0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-9123307484251348189</id><published>2007-02-25T22:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-25T22:25:47.747Z</updated><title type='text'>sobre o homem europeu...</title><content type='html'>notas breves sobre 'o homem europeu':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;o homem europeu eh por essencia egoista. Ele nao vai pegar o seu casaco na chapelaria ou abrir a porta pra vc. Na maioria das vezes ele tb nao vai deixar de fazer algo que ele queira ou esteja programado para te encontrar (mas isso acho que eh algo do genero... pois encontrei varias especies com essa caracteristica no Brasil).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;o homem europeu sempre vai parecer que nao estah interessado em vc... ele nao vai te ligar ou mandar mensagem (period)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;o homem europeu que estah interessado em vc de maneira mais superficial nao vai demorar a colocar as asinhas de fora... se vc for muito dificil ele vai desistir tb...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;o homem europeu que acha vc legal e interessante (alem da amizade) vai se comportar como qualquer outro amigo ou semi-amigo. Ele nao vai te ligar ou mandar mensangem ou te convidar para ir ao cinema.... ele vai ficar lah, sendo seu 'amigo' para sempre, esperando como uma laranja no peh algo acontecer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;definitivamente o homem europeu nao eh pro-ativo... ele tb nao eh romantico (soh depois de algum tempo) e nao estah interessado em 'te conquistar'... ele vai com a mareh e nao se abala se as coisas nao derem certo (shout: NEXT!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;como jah disse a Gigi: eu acho que eu vou ficar encalhada para sempre!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS1: essas notas sao obviamente generalistas e partidarias, portanto nao devem ser levadas (completamente) a serio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS2: essas notas foram feitas 90% a partir de observacoes... somente 10% de empirismo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS3: os suicos (apesar de alguns possuirem algumas caracteristicas como nao abrir a porta para garotas) sao excecao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-9123307484251348189?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/9123307484251348189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=9123307484251348189&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/9123307484251348189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/9123307484251348189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/02/sobre-o-homem-europeu.html' title='sobre o homem europeu...'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-1640735882788286897</id><published>2007-02-16T04:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-16T04:39:07.879Z</updated><title type='text'>the hills (will be) alive with the sound of (my) music</title><content type='html'>In a very unexpected way I'm going to Switzerland.&lt;br /&gt;The hills will be alive for the sound of music (my music) there too. Will stay in Bern, but will visit Geneva and Lausanne (que eh o nome do meu bairro aonde eu morava em Sao Paulo). The plans are also eating fondue (vcs imaginam fondue de queijo e chocolate suicos!!!) and go to a jazz gig, and the most important thing: REST MY MIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been through a lot of 'self pressure' and the future (a black hole inside my head) and doubts regarding traineeship programmes, citizenship, money, rent are driving me crazy.... I'm low and looking terrible. So, nothing better than travelling to put the things in the right place of confused (and sensitive) minds. What I'm looking forward in this trip is to find a way inside myself to re-start. I done some things write, but others no.... the track is still right but the road is dangerous.... feeling like a car which needs to be repaired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you how was it on wednesday, when I come back (hoping) 'refurbished' and with a new painting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-1640735882788286897?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/1640735882788286897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=1640735882788286897&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/1640735882788286897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/1640735882788286897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/02/hills-will-be-alive-with-sound-of-my.html' title='the hills (will be) alive with the sound of (my) music'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-7110644032584550247</id><published>2007-02-09T03:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-09T15:55:29.057Z</updated><title type='text'>The day I saw Tony Blair for the first time</title><content type='html'>The day I saw Tony Blair for the first time started wrong... I was late, I was tired, I was bored... I just wanted to leave fr anywhere and sleep........ but Blair was waiting for me and I was waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phelim was waiting for me too.... Suddenly, I've got two tickets for the Prime Minister's Questions and of course I will give for someone who worth it. I could not give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pills Pills and a bit more of water on my face! That's better, its gonna be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here he was... Not as taller as I thought... but of course wearing a red tie and carrying his red folder, and smiling and laughing and beating the tories! Over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/english/doc/2005-11/10/xin_3611021001354372578323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't looking like a hero that day... but like a normal person... a guy who was there doing his job properly... trying to give his best without make a fuzz. I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then... like a mouse hidding under the shelf, he disappeared.... the show was over... gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but my dreams ... they were awake (even my body almost collapsing) and they saw nothing else than the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following debate was about the reform of the House of Lords... I have an opinion about it... I have (almost) a proposal! If I had the opportunity.... If the things were different.... why do I want to make difference in the wrong place???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... well.... maybe in the next real life simulation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-7110644032584550247?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/7110644032584550247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=7110644032584550247&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/7110644032584550247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/7110644032584550247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/02/day-i-saw-tony-blair-for-first-time.html' title='The day I saw Tony Blair for the first time'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-1065829049861584054</id><published>2007-02-01T06:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-02-01T06:24:42.149Z</updated><title type='text'>my yellow brick road</title><content type='html'>Hey you ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui sao 06:04 da manha... e vcs sabem que eu nao dormi, e vcs sabem que eu sei que eh errado tambem.&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo 'Tv on the Radio'...&lt;br /&gt;Esse post eh pra dizer que eu estou bem, que as coisas estao caminhando muito bem... que talvez (ou diria provavelmente) terei um diploma na LSE sem merito ou distincao... mas terei um belo CV.&lt;br /&gt;Bem, Einstein repetiu de ano... entao talvez valha a pena to skip some classes and/or seminars to gain professional experience em lugares que se sabe que sao dificeis... que se sabe que sao importantes... mesmo sendo temporario, mesmo sendo as tarefas rubbish sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao sei se estou certa... nao sei mesmo. Mas essa concepcao de ficar soh estudando e nao procurar emprego nao combina comigo... os motivos sao varios. Definitivamente nao acho isso errado! Eh que eu sempre fiz 30 coisas ao mesmo tempo, e desde que terminei o colegial, uma das 30 era trabalhar, ou estagiar.&lt;br /&gt;Pra falar a verdade eu me sinto ateh orgulhosa de ter conseguido todas essas coisas aqui... pode ser que nao seja nada... pode ser que seja fichinha perto das coisas grandes que eu vou fazer - *wishing*wishing* - ou talvez seja soh o gosto de algo que contarei para os meus sobrinhos - *erasing*erasing* - mas o fato eh que &lt;em&gt;eu jah vi como eh&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;vi pessoas, entrei em salas.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eh fato, eh passado, vivido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu gosto da minha escola e dos meus professores. eu gosto muito de um professor e queria que ele fosse meu orientador. eu *realmente* gosto da minha escola, mas gosto principalmente de todo o resto que ela estah e pode me proporcionar.&lt;br /&gt;nao digo que ela estah sendo um meio de atingir um fim; ela eh soh o primeiro tijolo da minha yellow brick road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-1065829049861584054?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/1065829049861584054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=1065829049861584054&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/1065829049861584054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/1065829049861584054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-yellow-brick-road.html' title='my yellow brick road'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-2632859573951037446</id><published>2007-01-23T23:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-24T00:04:26.930Z</updated><title type='text'>Bachelorette - Bjork</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a fountain of blood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the shape of a girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're the bird on the brim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hypnotised by the Whirl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drink me, make me feel real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wet your beak in the stream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Game we're playing is life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is a two way dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leave me now, return tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tide will show you the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you forget my name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will go astray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a killer whale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trapped in a bay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a path of cinders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Burning under your feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're the one who walks me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm your one way street &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a whisper in water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Secret for you to hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are the one who grows distant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I beckon you near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leave me now, return tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The tide will show you the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you forget my name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will go astray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a killer whale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trapped in a bay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a tree that grows hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One for each that you take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're the intruder hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm the branch that you break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-2632859573951037446?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/2632859573951037446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=2632859573951037446&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/2632859573951037446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/2632859573951037446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/01/bachelorette-bjork.html' title='Bachelorette - Bjork'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-8624619890360976594</id><published>2007-01-18T02:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:35:14.527Z</updated><title type='text'>o dia em que vi David Cameron</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;meu primeiro dia em Westminster e quase esbarro no David Cameron (lider do partido conservador e bem cotado para ganhar as eleicoes de 2009). Eu estava com o pesquisador da MP para quem estou relativamente estagiando, indo almocar no restaurante interno e ele passou andando apressado (tinha acabado de sair da Prime Minister's Questions) com dois homens ao redor tb andando rapido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_516qX5UEQ9g/Ra7j6HCCquI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CUY23avvlUc/s1600-h/David+Cameron+-+leader+of+the+oposition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021201222024211170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_516qX5UEQ9g/Ra7j6HCCquI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CUY23avvlUc/s200/David+Cameron+-+leader+of+the+oposition.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ele eh alto :-o e mais bonito do que no computador hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o mais engracado eh que o pesquisador da MP deve estar trabalhando lah mais de 1 ano e ele disse que nunca o tinha visto tao de perto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;talvez lah seja mesmo o meu lugar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... ou talvez seja soh "sorte de principiante".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;pra nao dizer que eu estou sendo parcial, aqui vai um link da BBC em que vcs podem conferir o profile do sujeito ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk_politics/4651553.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk_politics/4651553.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-8624619890360976594?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/8624619890360976594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=8624619890360976594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/8624619890360976594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/8624619890360976594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-dia-em-que-vi-david-cameron.html' title='o dia em que vi David Cameron'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_516qX5UEQ9g/Ra7j6HCCquI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CUY23avvlUc/s72-c/David+Cameron+-+leader+of+the+oposition.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-8556563081059674604</id><published>2007-01-10T18:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T18:04:13.795Z</updated><title type='text'>parting gift</title><content type='html'>When what you only want is a smile and a look in return...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-8556563081059674604?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/8556563081059674604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=8556563081059674604&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/8556563081059674604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/8556563081059674604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/01/parting-gift.html' title='parting gift'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-1806554644669434059</id><published>2007-01-10T02:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T03:00:16.160Z</updated><title type='text'>Salzburger</title><content type='html'>First of all... me desculpem por postar sobre a viagem em conta gotas... mas a [falta de] inspiracao e tarefas nao tem ajudado :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salzburg eh linda &lt;em&gt;(full stop)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagina duas garotinhas fofas com um monte de bagagem descendo do onibus as 00:00 numa rua escura e vazia. Elas vao andando, andando... de repente elas chegam numa floresta tipo a da 'Bruxa de Blair'  :-o&lt;br /&gt;Elas tem poucas opcoes... tentam achar um caminho alternativo para chegar ao destino (que nao eh completamente certo mesmo com os guidelines) sem passar pela Bruxa de Blair; atravessam a floresta e torcem para nao acabarem olhando pra parede :-s ; esquecem tudo, pegam um onibus noturno e procuram um albergue alternativo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salzburg comecou assim&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/\/\/\&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cidade eh bonita, o rio eh transparente. Peguei minha menor temperatura ever (-5) e descobri que &lt;strong&gt;a familia von Trapp existiu de verdade!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fora isso as lojas fecharam cedo e eram infinitamente caras. Tambem tinha neblina e o quarto no albergue parecia de hotel (contribuindo para mais horas de sono e menos de turismo).&lt;br /&gt;Um natal cheio de sanduiche da Nordsee e mostarda tcheca! Com speakers improvisados e John Mayer cantando sobre uma tal de 'Georgia' e o (vindouro) 'Saint Patrick's Day'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas viva o Mozart Kugel e a Fraulein Maria!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: eu ainda quero&lt;em&gt; 'Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-1806554644669434059?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/1806554644669434059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=1806554644669434059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/1806554644669434059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/1806554644669434059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/01/salzburger.html' title='Salzburger'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-5760543442028691050</id><published>2007-01-04T19:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-04T19:39:50.761Z</updated><title type='text'>Czech me out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Viagem de ferias eh sempre uma aventura... ainda mais quando se tem &lt;em&gt;3 paises&lt;/em&gt; para visitar, &lt;em&gt;pouco dinheiro&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;limitada experiencia&lt;/em&gt; em como fazer turismo e sobreviver em selvas de pedra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas no final soh posso dizer que foi extremamente divertido!! Eh claro que eu utilizei o tempo tb para ficar pensando na vida, no futuro, na carreira, nas coisas que consegui, nas coisas que deixei (coisas de mariana... sempre achando um jeito de sofrer um pouquinho) e descobri que sinto *muita* saudade de Londres! Pode ser um sentimento meio prematuro, mas afirmo que foi muito sincero em todas as paradas... Ver os produtos que eu jah conheco, lembrar das coisas que sao iguais ou diferentes e esperar [em vao] a moca do metro dizer algo como &lt;em&gt;'mind the gap'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas isso nao quer dizer que eu nao queira me aventurar mais hehehe a proxima parada.... quem sabe... serah na &lt;em&gt;Islandia&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Czech me out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Durante as &lt;strong&gt;22 horas&lt;/strong&gt; que eu passei dentro do onibus no &lt;strong&gt;trajeto Londres-Praga&lt;/strong&gt; me serviram para conhecer um moco tcheco que foi muito bacana comigo. Alem de conversarmos e ele me dar varias dicas sobre a cidade, me levar ateh a estacao de metro e me ajudar a comprar o bilhete; ele nos apresentou (eu e a Gigi) a uma das coisas mais bacanas de toda a viagem: rock celta de uma regiao do norte da Moravia (ou pra ficar mais mais facil soh &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'rock celta do norte da Moravia'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). O lugar era um bar de tres andares e o show das bandas locais foi no ultimo, que parecia uma caverna. Era uma coisa meio punk rock as vezes e eles pogavam (a danca punk) de um jeito diferente. Eles cantavam em tcheco e as musicas eram sobre umas coisas meio politicas e outras meio nada a ver (teve uma que ele disse que eram os soldados cantando algo como 'nao temos comida, mas temos bebida, entao podemos celebrar'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Experimentamos uma especia de 'cuba' feita com &lt;strong&gt;rum tcheco de batata&lt;/strong&gt;. Muito bom... eu recomendo mesmo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assisti minha primeira opera tb: Sansao e Dalila. A orquestra era otima, os cantores eram muito bons, soh a montagem que era mais ou menos... o teatro tb era um deslumbre... e estar lah era otimo, pq tinha pelo menos uns 5 concertos por dia... era soh achar um que cabia no bolso ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E viva o tio &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carlao IV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que criou uma das cidades mais lindas da Europa. Eu me senti membro da realeza em meio a tantos castelos, igrejas e construcoes antigas.... e o rio que tb era lindo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu quero um reino pra ser meu... ateh onde a vista alcanca.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-5760543442028691050?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/5760543442028691050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=5760543442028691050&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/5760543442028691050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/5760543442028691050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2007/01/czech-me-out.html' title='Czech me out!'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-156610776938606252</id><published>2006-12-12T18:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-12T19:06:39.387Z</updated><title type='text'>UK ataca GER em territorios sulamericanos na I Guerra.... vc sabia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  Em busca de artigos sobre a eleicao de 2005 encontro este titulo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From "&lt;em&gt;Business as Usual&lt;/em&gt;" to a More Global War: The &lt;strong&gt;British&lt;/strong&gt; Decision &lt;strong&gt;to Attack&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Germans&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;South America&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; during the &lt;strong&gt;First World War&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;author: PHILLIP DEHNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(???como assim?alemaes?Primeira Guerra?South America?ataque???)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st paragraph:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"At the &lt;strong&gt;end of 1915&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the British government decided to extend the First World War across the Atlantic by waging an unprecedented campaign against Germans in South America&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The new "&lt;strong&gt;Statutory List&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;prohibited British people from conducting commercial and financial transactions with designated "enemies" in neutral countries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. In this war, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;British officials used their nation's commerce as their arsenal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. They believed that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;by controlling the transatlantic trade of British-flagged merchant shipping, London banks, and British-made products, they could permanently force Germans in South America out of business, while helping Britons to take their place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it makes sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and what a clever strategy ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-156610776938606252?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/156610776938606252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=156610776938606252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/156610776938606252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/156610776938606252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/12/uk-ataca-ger-em-territorios.html' title='UK ataca GER em territorios sulamericanos na I Guerra.... vc sabia?'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-7726169974865630714</id><published>2006-12-06T19:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:50:13.985Z</updated><title type='text'>why do people leave?</title><content type='html'>they leave because they need to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-7726169974865630714?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/7726169974865630714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=7726169974865630714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/7726169974865630714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/7726169974865630714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-pepople-leave.html' title='why do people leave?'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-1522269308295632692</id><published>2006-12-05T18:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:35:14.686Z</updated><title type='text'>Atualizacoes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516qX5UEQ9g/RXXADrDKYlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mVZzDbJ55eI/s1600-h/rose.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005117730220302930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="156" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516qX5UEQ9g/RXXADrDKYlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mVZzDbJ55eI/s200/rose.gif" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois bem, esta eh a ultima semana de aula aqui na LSE (muito triste) mas uma semana muito importante: consegui um estagio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou trabalhar por 6 meses no escritorio em Londres de um membro do Parlamento Europeu (MEP). Vou fazer pesquisa, ajuda-lo com discursos, com newsletter... varias coisas! Nao sou soh eu, tem mais 2 estagiarios e ele tem uma assistente que vai lah todos os dias... vou trabalhar uns 7 dias por mes soh!!! :-D Nao eh pago, mas vai ser super importante para comecar minha carreira, experiencia, dissertacao...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semana que vem vou encontrar meu amor (Ben, the Big). A MP (Membro do Parlamento Britanico) me convidou para ir ajuda-la na semana que vem! Vou assistir a sessao do Welsh Committee e mais uma outra coisa que eu nao me lembro... vai ser muito massa! Estar dentro daquele 'castelo' jah eh tao magico que 'trabalhar' lah por um dia vai ser mais do que fantastico... *dreaming*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outra coisa importante que eu nao sei se vcs sabem eh que eu vou viajar! Sim!! Eu e mais que querida Gigi vamos passar as festas na Austria, e entre uma coisa e outra dar uma olhadinha em Praga e Budapeste... vai ser muito bacana :-) e aventura!! Mochila nas costas, pouco dinheiro, albergue... e eu vou viajar dentro de um onibus por 22 horas (trajeto Londres-Praga); isso eh que eh emocao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005117562716578370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_516qX5UEQ9g/RXW_57DKYkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CHI81MSuMIw/s200/tony_blair.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu realmente estou mergulhando de cabeca no Labour Party. Esse final de semana vou para o Conselho de Estudantes do partido e semama que vem volto a estudar meu querido Prime Minister (Blair *coracao* Blair). Tenho que escrever um ensaio (e esse vale nota) e vou escrever sobre o 'New Labour'. Quando eu estiver inspirada escrevo um post sobre isso... eh realmente muito interessante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E se vc pensa: "Mari do PT"... well, I don't think so. Politica aqui eh coisa seria... bem longe de qualquer coisa que existe no Brasil. Sorry guys... more and more European...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-1522269308295632692?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/1522269308295632692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=1522269308295632692&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/1522269308295632692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/1522269308295632692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/12/atualizacoes.html' title='Atualizacoes...'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_516qX5UEQ9g/RXXADrDKYlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mVZzDbJ55eI/s72-c/rose.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-116436448706922577</id><published>2006-11-24T10:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-24T10:34:47.800Z</updated><title type='text'>My friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semanas ocupadas. Nada de realmente especial mas muitas coisas na minha cabeca.&lt;br /&gt;Por exemplo agora...  mais uma noite sem dormir... e tb nao estou cansada.... olho as folhas amarelas pela janela.&lt;br /&gt;Ando pensando muito nos caminhos que posso seguir. Preciso fazer escolhas.... nao dah pra se tentar tudo de uma unica vez... e sempre com esperanca: "Hope is about tough decision-making".&lt;br /&gt;Decidi que vou investir no Labour Party (sim, sim, o partido do Blair) e por uma serie de motivos... diria que uma serie de convergencias. E digo mais, que eh uma pena que ele vai renunciar... as pessoas que sao realmente boas no que fazem deveriam ficar atuando o tempo todo pra gente ficar olhando... admirando e quem sabe aprender algo. Tenho feito isso (virtualmente) e digo que ele eh *realmente* bom no que faz.&lt;br /&gt;Michaelmas Term estah pra acabar. Mais duas semanas de aula e um terco do meu mestrado jah se foi. Um ano eh muito pouco (e me lembro de um comentario do Bartels que agora posso dizer que concordo: "Quero dois gordos anos de mestrado"). Tenho certeza que o Lent Term vai ser muuuito melhor. Nao soh pelas materias que vou ter (Processo Legistivo com o professor mais bacana e expert no meu tema: Simon Hix) mas pq eu jah sei como funciona, sei o que esperar, o que nao esperar, o que me cobrar e o que let go.&lt;br /&gt;Tambem o proximo Term vai ser meio que um momento importante no projeto 'carreira'.... se eu conseguir algo vai ser 'meio caminho andado', se nao tudo bem... nem tudo estarah perdido, mas eu vou ter que me virar em 4 no Summer Term.&lt;br /&gt;E a dissertacao.... bem, a dissertacao sao soh 10,000 palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode parecer que eu nao estou feliz, mas eu estou sim.... tenho pensado bastante na vida e nas escolhas que fiz (e nas muitas mais e tao dificeis que ainda terei que fazer) e em como os dados apesar de jah terem sido jogados ainda estao correndo para o alto antes de pararem no ar e comecarem a cair.... que numero serah que vai aparecer?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao imaginei nada disso e ao mesmo tempo sonhei com tudo isso.... nem eu entendo direito... acho que essa 'massa de desentendimento' eh o tal do crescer, amadurecer, envelhecer, seja lah o termo que quiserem... eh como estar na montanha-russa em que vc na hora soh sente.... quando sai, depois de voltar ao normal eh que sabe o quanto (e se) gostou ou nao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montanha-russa......... Tem um carrossel em Leicester Square... uns 7 minutos da faculdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas pra vcs pelo menos acharem alguma graca nesse post (e lembro do Napoleao que dizia que eu sempre escrevia posts que soh eu entendia) ontem (ou hoje pq nao dormi) eu comprei 3 posters para a minha parede azul: um eh aquele quadro de fundo preto e pontos brancos em que por causa de razoes oculares as bolinhas ficam piscando, o outro eh (fase a fase) o tremendo andar do 'Minister of Silly Walk' do Monty Phyton e o outro eh uma pop art com a foto do Einstein... mas eu estava mais interessada eh na frase dele que estah no meio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited; imagination encircles the world".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso eu tenho de sobra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-116436448706922577?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/116436448706922577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=116436448706922577&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/116436448706922577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/116436448706922577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-friends.html' title='My friends...'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-116343458727285356</id><published>2006-11-13T15:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:16:27.340Z</updated><title type='text'>Folhas amarelas...</title><content type='html'>Eu nunca vivi um outono e inverno, esta eh a primeira vez.&lt;br /&gt;Eh lindo ver o chao forrado de folhas amarelas.... ver as poucas persistentes verdinhas ainda nas arvores tentado sobreviver o maximo que podem... e o vento que assobia e me faz sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou doente jah faz 1 semana.... gripe forte... isso me abateu um pouco pq nao tem ninguem para efetivamente cuidar de mim (e eu sou um gatinho taaaaaao manhoso) ... mas isso tambem eh algo para se aprender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me sinto perdida... devo receber minhas primeiras 'notas' (nao contam pontos... sao soh comentarios dos professores) em breve... estou com medo. Eles tem uma forma de pensar diferente aqui... muitas vezes durante a aula eu sinto que eles estao num nivel de discussao tao logico que eu penso que deve haver algo errado em mim... deve haver... nao eh possivel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas coisas para fazer... muitas coisas para ajustar... eh tempo de rever o que estah desconexo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao adianta querer ser como as folhas que agora nascem nas arvores por aqui... tem que se viver o inverno, sentir o frio e esperar com paciencia e confianca a primavera chegar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-116343458727285356?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/116343458727285356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=116343458727285356&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/116343458727285356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/116343458727285356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/11/folhas-amarelas.html' title='Folhas amarelas...'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-116227084856651135</id><published>2006-10-31T04:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-31T05:00:48.586Z</updated><title type='text'>The Clientele and Mariana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming Shows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5127/1141/200/clientele7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;09 November 2006 The Spitz, London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Clientele are a three piece who formed in Hampshire in 1997, initially through a love of &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Felt&lt;/span&gt;, Galaxie 500, Television, &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; and The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. Later the influence of 70s AM radio songwriters like Jimmy Webb or Willie Nelson made itself clear, along with a dual interest in minimalist arrangements and jazz chords and rhythms. They have been described as sounding as if they are beaming in from a long-wave radio on a late lonely night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(eu descreveria mais como uma trilha sonora de sonho, daqueles que nao estamos fazendo nada muito extravagante (andando na praia, vendo uma paisagem bonita) mas nos sentimos bem).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O bom de gostar de bandas underground eh que vc pode curtir mais o show (lugares pequenos, menos pessoas), paga baratinho (neste caso £6) e pode ainda tentar conversar com os artistas e pedir autografo (eh o que eu vou tentar fazer!!)&lt;br /&gt;Eu jah postei letras deles no blog.... eh uma banda realmente muito querida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-116227084856651135?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/116227084856651135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=116227084856651135&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/116227084856651135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/116227084856651135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/10/clientele-and-mariana.html' title='The Clientele and Mariana'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-116107788734781176</id><published>2006-10-17T10:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T10:38:07.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanuts III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5127/1141/1600/charlie%20charge.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 417px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="131" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5127/1141/400/charlie%20charge.png" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-116107788734781176?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/116107788734781176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=116107788734781176&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/116107788734781176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/116107788734781176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/10/peanuts-iii.html' title='Peanuts III'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-116071628599208956</id><published>2006-10-13T03:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T06:11:29.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you...</title><content type='html'>Segunda semana de aula. Sem coleguinhas ainda (com excecao do londrino que tenta conversar comigo e infelizmente eu nao entendi uma palavra do que ele fala) e com uma porcao de coisas para ler :-S&lt;br /&gt;A quantidade  de leitura eh insana... nas obrigatorias muitas vezes tem livros inteiros!!! O povo tb eh meio 'canibal' pelos livros. Nao ha copias disponiveis para tanta demanda e se vc chega dois dias antes da aula pra tentar pegar os livros  das leituras essenciais (e muitas vezes ateh as exttras) nao tem mais!!! Fiquei muito frustrada quando vi que nao tinha nenhum dos livros que eu queria &gt;-S e por isso devidi jogar o mesmo jogo e pegar todos os livros das leituras da semana que vem adiantado! Os emprestimos sao de no maximo 1 semana. Agora tenho 6 livros para me divertir ateh quinta-feira :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentando economizar, meu quarto ganhou um poster do Miles Davis (£2.50) e um mapa da Uniao Europeia (£0.00). Faz parte de tentar fazer do quarto compartilhado meu lar por aproximadamente 12 meses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No geral estou conseguindo lidar com tudo. Alguns dias mais academicamente confiante, outros dias menos... mas feliz por estar aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soh falta voces pra ser mais facil e divertido... mas acho que isso nao eh crescer, nao eh?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-116071628599208956?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/116071628599208956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=116071628599208956&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/116071628599208956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/116071628599208956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-wish-you.html' title='I wish you...'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-115984166614140067</id><published>2006-10-03T03:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T03:14:26.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love for the final time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://web.mit.edu/suraj/www/images/palace%20and%20big%20ben.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://web.mit.edu/suraj/www/images/palace%20and%20big%20ben.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nada pode ser tao lindo quanto isso quando se tem um sonho e um futuro pela frente. Que seja a ultima vez e que seja pra sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-115984166614140067?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/115984166614140067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=115984166614140067&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/115984166614140067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/115984166614140067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-in-love-for-final-time.html' title='I&apos;m in love for the final time'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-115927129175856377</id><published>2006-09-26T12:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T12:48:11.813+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tricks + potatoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu fui amaldicoada! E por isso &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"...Devo postar no blog uma lista de 6 coisas que as pessoas não sabem sobre mim ou suportar um ataque de um coelho gigante com um tiro na cara, igual ao Donnie Darko, quando eu estiver lavando os cabelos de olhos fechados. Depois, tenho que repassar a praga para 6 blogueiros." (roubado do blog da Monica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eu fiquei pensando esses dias no que poderia contar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, here they are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*1* gosto de andar na rua de olhos fechados e pratico isso sempre que posso (ontem mesmo fiz isso aqui em Londres). o lance eh estar numa calcada relativamente larga e com uma boa distancia entre vc e as pessoas da frente. o desafio eh ficar andando com os olhos fechados o maior tempo possivel! eu sou uma medrosa entao nao consigo por muito tempo. mas dah uma sensacao de perigo e liberdade que me faz sorrir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*2* contrariamente, quando estou na pista, danco de olhos fechados (o que inclui desequilibrar-se o tempo todo, trombar e pisar nas pessoas). eh muito melhor pra sentir a musica e deixar com que ela invada e te leve... {pelo menos eu acho isso... a musica eh uma das poucas coisas que me tira da minha racionalidade virginiana}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*3* a primeira vez que fiquei bebada foi no primeiro colegial, dentro da escola. Fiquei tao mal que esqueci uma porcao de coisas que eu disse e fiz! Muito trash (e extremamente vergonhoso... soh conto pq esse eh um blog amigo) fiquei passando mal durante uns 3 dias seguidos :-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*4* quando eu era mais nova, geralmente tinha um problema amoroso: quando eu me apaixonava por um menino, mesmo se estivessemos numa rodinha de amigos, eu nao conseguia falar nada, puxar assunto... zero. Mesmo se me perguntassem coisas, eu respondia e parava por ali.... era muito ruim pq eu queria mostrar que era uma garota bacana, mas nao conseguia... soh ficava presente, como um movel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*5* a primeira terapeuta que eu tive foi com 16 anos e eu tinha um serio problema com ela, pois achava que ela me analisava por uma perspectiva menor/inferior. Nos chegamos a discutir durante uma sessao e (sabiamente) eu decidi nunca mais aparecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*6* todo esse problema com a terapeuta era advindo do fato de eu nao acreditar em adolescencia. A puberdade eh um fato, mas a adolescencia eh construida e moldada pela sociedade de consumo, e para mim, essa fase nao existe.... eu fui (e sou) jovem, nunca fui adolescente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E pra contrariar todo mundo, como &lt;strong&gt;eu sou a representante oficial da Bruxa Boa do Norte&lt;/strong&gt;, nao vou repassar a maldicao para ninguem &lt;strong&gt;*plim plim*&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pensem que eu salvei algumas poucas almas da ameaca coelhistica gigante-rosa e particularmente insana hehehe, &lt;em&gt;eu deveria ganhar um fish &amp;amp; chips por isso&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-115927129175856377?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/115927129175856377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=115927129175856377&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/115927129175856377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/115927129175856377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/09/tricks-potatoes.html' title='tricks + potatoes'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-115894984472821474</id><published>2006-09-22T18:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T19:35:58.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'>and now... NOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ola, a partir deste momento decreto que este blog nao tera mais acentos! Por isso senhores leitores, nao se esforcem para entender o que nao conseguirem.... a diferenca entre &lt;strong&gt;e e e&lt;/strong&gt; por exemplo (e fechado e e aberto :-P).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como todos vcs sabem eu estou longe..... dos olhos, mas perto do coracao {brega, mas tudo bem} em Londres, a viagem dos sonhos da Mariana, o lugar onde ela sempre imaginou/quis/pretendeu estar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Antes da viagem eu achei que teria tantas reacoes que nao iria caber em mim.... na verdade eu nao tive nenhuma *mari iceberg*, o que pode parecer estranho a primeira vista, mas tenho cada vez mais encontrado uma resposta satisfatoria: &lt;strong&gt;eu sempre vivi aqui&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pode parecer bem piegas ler isso, mas ao andar na rua e entrar nos lugares, nao fico olhando como se tudo fosse diferente, ou se eu estivesse viajando, ou como se eu estivesse na cidade dos sonhos.... eu nem lembro na verdade... mas quando de repente eu percebo alguem falando ingles perto de mim, ou quase sou atropelada por um carro vindo na direcao certa/errada ai eu tenho um pequeno susto e me dou conta que nao estou no lugar em que costumava estar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu imaginei viver tantas vezes as cenas, tudo, que agora que estou realmente vivendo nao sinto diferenca. Isso em absoluto quer dizer que eu nao esteja gostando, ou tenha ficado de alguma forma desapontada... se fiquei desapontada foi comigo... que aos poucos estou ficando insensivel como um iglu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First sights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Existem 3 tipos predominante de populacoes em Londres, a primeira sao os ingleses, a segunda os paquistaneses e a terceira os chineses (nao conto os indianos que eles sao nativos e por isso se incluem na categorai ingleses).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1) Os ingleses ficam por ai, e a noite so se encontra deles nos pubs &lt;em&gt;having fun&lt;/em&gt;. Os indianos estao nas universidades e engravatados, tambem por ai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2) Os paquistaneses dominaram os pequenos comercios e trabalham em atividades nao engravatadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3) Os chineses - em sua extensa maioria &lt;em&gt;jovens&lt;/em&gt; na casa dos 20 - estao predominantemente nas universidades. Sempre em bando e falando chines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fora essas 3 categorias, o restante e uma fina margem de perdidos e &lt;strong&gt;gente aleatoria&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The LSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nao sei se alguem jah percebeu isso, mas nao e a toa que meu blog se chama &lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;ife, &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;cience, &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;nlightenment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A universidade e definitivamente mais confusa do que parece na foto. Nao existe um campus, existe uma porcao de predios grandes aglomerados e sem ligacao uns com os outros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A biblioteca e divina *sem comentarios* tem dois elevadores de vidro (ao todo sao 4 andares) e gigante! Prateleiras infindas de 'British Parliamentary Documents' que levaram a Mariana ao delirio total e completo.... isso pq eu ainda nao vi o montao de estantes com os textos do departamento de governo ou mesmo a parte de livros raros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;estou agora escrevendo da biblioteca, que tem uma porcao de computadores em todos os andares com internet rapida.... nao precisarei dar lugar para nenhum coleguinha enquanto estiver usando um por exemplo :-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma outra coisa fantastica e o sistema de impressao. Tem uma maquina que vc vai nela, digita seu login e senha e coloca moedinhas, que se transformam em creditos de impressao. Toda vez que eu acersso os computadores da faculdade parece quanto dinheirinho eu tenho para imprimir e conforme vc manda imprimir coisas, eles vao debitando da sua conta. £0.4 por folha. Muito chique (e util).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu queria dizer pra vcs que estou feliz aqui. Meus dias tem sido bastante solitarios, mas nao se pode esperar algo diferente de um pais novo em 3 dias! E muitas coisas que vejo lembro de vcs. Muitas mesmo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nao se esquecam de mim...... *mari manteiga*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-115894984472821474?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/115894984472821474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=115894984472821474&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/115894984472821474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/115894984472821474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-now-now.html' title='and now... NOW!'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-115854642411598569</id><published>2006-09-18T03:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T03:27:04.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>repeat repeatedly</title><content type='html'>quanto mais despedidas ocorrem, mais triste começo a ficar.&lt;br /&gt;eu que sonhei tantas vezes com isso, e que tinha tudo planejado (até a minha falta de emoções) estou caindo em minhas próprias armadilhas.&lt;br /&gt;eu não sei se vou chorar, mas eu sinto triste aqui dentro.... '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;getting sad for a happy reason&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;eu só queria dizer pra vcs que eu continuarei aqui.... como sempre! No entanto, como já expressado em post anterior, a mariana de hoje vai 'virar peça de museu'. continuarei pantufa, continuarei internética, continuarei perdida, continuarei mari... mas algo em mim se partirá... nós sabemos que sim apesar de não sabermos direito o que.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;podem contar comigo. quero poder estar mais perto e ser ainda melhor para dividir minha vida com vcs... tão queridos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e se ocorreu alguma falha no meio do caminho... prometo que tentarei acertar da próxima vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é bom saber que eu deixo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;famílias&lt;/span&gt; aqui... família é pra sempre... de longe de perto, sempre ou de vez em quando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mari, boa sorte!&lt;br /&gt;e não se esquece: a gente se encontra no Hemisfério Norte ;-) ! "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-115854642411598569?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/115854642411598569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=115854642411598569&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/115854642411598569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/115854642411598569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/09/repeat-repeatedly.html' title='repeat repeatedly'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-115716998260658300</id><published>2006-09-02T04:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T05:15:11.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>o defeito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;eu lembro uma vez dizer para um amigo que eu era uma ótima namorada e que o cara que estivesse comigo 'era um baita de um sortudo'.&lt;br /&gt;ainda que a frase seja um tanto quanto convencida eu (ainda) não acho que ela esteja errada.&lt;br /&gt;mas cada vez mais eu consigo perceber um grande defeito meu no que concerne ao assunto 'relacionamentos' e que pode acabar afastando pessoas e criando indisposições: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eu exijo muita atenção&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;gosto que se preocupem comigo, me perguntem coisas, me liguem, me escrevam, me mandem mensagens.... gosto de qualquer indício que prove que o sujeito se importa comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu costumo sempre dizer: 'o fato de vc gostar de mim não implica que vc pode deixar de expressar e mostrar que gosta de mim'. isso pode chatear alguns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é claro que eu tenho uma porção de defeitos (e quando falamos em relacionamentos pequenas e estúpidas coisas podem ser potencializadas) mas tenho pensado que o demandar muita atenção é o primeiro que realmente pode vir a atrapalhar minha vida amorosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mari charlie brown&lt;br /&gt;*good grief*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-115716998260658300?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/115716998260658300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=115716998260658300&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/115716998260658300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/115716998260658300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/09/o-defeito.html' title='o defeito...'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-115595486395138616</id><published>2006-08-19T03:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T03:34:23.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>criança com livre arbítrio</title><content type='html'>Acho que entendi pq muitas crianças que possuem pais separados/falecidos e são levadas a conviver (morar) com o novo cônjuge do pai ou mãe crescem com traumas. O problema é que elas não têm a opção de simplesmente não viver aquela situação, elas são obrigadas a ter que morar com a pessoa, se relacionar com ela todos os dias, ter um ser alien pertencente à família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se elas pudessem exercer o livre arbítrio estou certa que a adesão dos mesmos a terapêutas seria menor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-115595486395138616?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/115595486395138616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=115595486395138616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/115595486395138616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/115595486395138616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/08/criana-com-livre-arbtrio.html' title='criança com livre arbítrio'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-115510133432642421</id><published>2006-08-09T06:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T06:36:21.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'>11/08 - chuva de estrelas cadentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="textlg"&gt;Preparem seus pedidos, mas só os puros de coração e os desejos mais sinceros são realizados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu uma vez fiz um pedido para uma estrela... nem era cadente e ele se realizou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver um pouco de fantasia não custa nada.&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2006 Perseid Meteor Shower: Earthgrazers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By: Dr. Tony Phillips, Science@NASA&lt;br /&gt;       Published: Aug  8, 2006 at 06:39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt; Blame it on the Moon: The 2006 Perseid meteor shower is going to be a dud. Oh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Earth will pass through the Perseid meteoroid stream&lt;/span&gt;, as usual&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And meteors will flit across the sky&lt;/span&gt;. But when the shower peaks on Saturday morning, August 12th, the glare of the 87%-full Moon will overwhelm most Perseids, making them impossible to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounds like the end of the story - but don't stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might see some Perseids, after all. The trick is to look before the Moon rises. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Plan your meteor watch for 8:30 p.m. to 10 p.m. on Friday, August 11&lt;/span&gt;. The Moon won't be up yet and, in the darkness just after sunset, a special kind of meteor may appear: the Perseid Earthgrazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earthgrazers are meteors that skim the top of Earth's atmosphere like a stone skipping across the surface of a pond. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They appear when the radiant of a meteor shower is near the horizon, spewing meteoroids not down, but horizontally overhead&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Such will be the case on Friday evening after sunset when Perseus (the radiant of the Perseids) first peeks over the northern horizon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect a storm. Earthgrazers are rare. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An hour's watching might net no more than one or two&lt;/span&gt;, but that's plenty. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Earthgrazers are colorful and gracefully slow&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People who see one talk about it for years&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for Earthgrazers is simple: Spread a blanket on the ground, lie down and look up. A reclining lawn chair facing north works just as well. Perseid Earthgrazers streak overhead, flying generally north to south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't spotted an Earthgrazer by 10 p.m., you probably won't. By 10 p.m., Perseus will have risen too high in the sky for grazing meteoroids. (Try skipping a stone by throwing it down into a pond and you'll see the problem.) Plus, the Moon itself rises around 10 p.m. to put a real damper on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt; The rest of the night is for contrarians, people who stay up until dawn in spite of the moonlight. They'll see some Perseids, a small fraction of the norm, to be sure, but not zero. Occasionally, a really bright fireball might streak across the sky, making the long night worthwhile. It pays to resist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year will be better. The 2007 Perseids peak with no Moon in sight. Until then, watch out for Earthgrazers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.yubanet.com/artman/publish/article_40230.shtml&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-115510133432642421?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/115510133432642421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=115510133432642421&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/115510133432642421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/115510133432642421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/08/1108-chuva-de-estrelas-cadentes.html' title='11/08 - chuva de estrelas cadentes'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-115457343912040958</id><published>2006-08-03T03:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T03:50:39.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The anchor song - Björk</title><content type='html'>I live by the ocean&lt;br /&gt;And during the night&lt;br /&gt;I dive into it&lt;br /&gt;Underneath all currents&lt;br /&gt;Down to the bottom&lt;br /&gt;And drop my anchor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I'm staying&lt;br /&gt;This is my home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no... not home anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-115457343912040958?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/115457343912040958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=115457343912040958&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/115457343912040958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/115457343912040958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/08/anchor-song-bjrk.html' title='The anchor song - Björk'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-115345788508869246</id><published>2006-07-21T05:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T06:01:52.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'>and now... the last UN simulation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixbh.com.br/imagens/ppapa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://www.mixbh.com.br/imagens/ppapa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 'Praça do Papa'&lt;/strong&gt; - Belo Horizonte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="159" alt="" src="http://www.caminandosinrumbo.com/brasil/brasilia/Brasilia_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;'Ponte JK'&lt;/strong&gt; - Brasília&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*vejo vocês dia 01 de Agosto ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-115345788508869246?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/115345788508869246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=115345788508869246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/115345788508869246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/115345788508869246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-now-last-un-simulation.html' title='and now... the last UN simulation'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-115289727178676697</id><published>2006-07-14T17:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T18:14:31.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>eu nunca mais vou beber (ou 'a tequila e a ostra')</title><content type='html'>como toda promessa de bêbado ela deve falhar, mas é fato que todo desconforto causado poderia ser evitado com um pouco mais de prudência (ou abstinência).&lt;br /&gt;nestas condições fiquei pensando o que leva as pessoas a beberem. Há algumas que bebem para relaxar, para ficarem doidonas ou para se soltar um pouco. Também há uma porção de drinks e bebidas com gosto gostoso... mas há outras que não, e mesmo assim adoramos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tequila é um bom exemplo, a bebida em si tem um gosto ruim, não é saboreada e bebe-se tudo de uma única vez. No entanto a sensação da tequila 'descendo' e o gosto do limão são os reais atrativos... é como comer ostra, ninguém mastiga a ostra, sente direito seu sabor; mas a sensação de comê-la é que é gostoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vamos ver até quando eu consigo cumprir a 'promessa', se até a próxima lata de Guinness, a próxima caipirinha de saquê ou a próxima ostra!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-115289727178676697?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/115289727178676697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=115289727178676697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/115289727178676697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/115289727178676697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/07/eu-nunca-mais-vou-beber-ou-tequila-e.html' title='eu nunca mais vou beber (ou &apos;a tequila e a ostra&apos;)'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-115152233253548284</id><published>2006-06-28T20:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T20:18:52.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'Ariadne sleeping'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ontem eu escutei um piano de verdade, escutei duas pessoas tocando piano.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu escuto um piano no cd player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em mais uma tarde sozinha no escritório, com o dia cinza; e essa luz que incide tão estranha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei nas tardes sozinhas que passarei, nos dias cinzas que viverei; e nessa luz estranha que vai incidir em meus olhos por dias sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma amiga contou que a filha dela após chegar no topo da Torre Eiffel exclamou: 'Gente! Nós estamos na Europa!'. Eu não pude deixar de rir quando ela contou, mas eu entendi muito bem o que a menina quis dizer e arrisco afirmar que sei até o que ela sentiu. Eu tenho certeza de como é isso mesmo antes de vivenciar... a espera é tão terrível e o mundo dos sonhos, da imaginação tão grande... que eu já vivi e revivi minha história pelo menos umas 100 vezes em 13 anos.&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu digo para as pessoas que vou partir tenho certeza que só metade acredita.&lt;br /&gt;É engraçado como as pessoas não entendem as entrelinhas das coisas... olham só o chão, o preto ou o branco.&lt;br /&gt;A minha avó tem medo que eu nunca mais retorne... ela também não entende que isso é impossível... que é uma partida sem volta e que esta mariana será somente mais uma peça em seu museu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A questão não se resume ao fato do lugar em que nos encontramos em dado momento, mas sim em qual deles a nossa vida está.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu for embora, minha vida, meus sonhos e meus pensamentos pertencerão a um novo tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Como eu disse: uma partida sem volta.&lt;br /&gt;Um novo começo que enterra este antigo fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-115152233253548284?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/115152233253548284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=115152233253548284&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/115152233253548284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/115152233253548284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/06/ariadne-sleeping.html' title='&apos;Ariadne sleeping&apos;'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-115109183490619313</id><published>2006-06-23T20:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T20:43:54.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>pela sobremesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.johncarverinn.com/images/chocolate-cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.johncarverinn.com/images/chocolate-cake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Shell Dlg;"&gt;"a vida é curta, coma a sobremesa primeiro" - H.D. Bland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.medlong.com/jesse/dessert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.medlong.com/jesse/dessert.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Shell Dlg;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-115109183490619313?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/115109183490619313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=115109183490619313&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/115109183490619313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/115109183490619313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/06/pela-sobremesa.html' title='pela sobremesa'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-115005071316510825</id><published>2006-06-11T19:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T19:31:53.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Valentino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Todos nós sabemos que o dia dos namorados é uma data puramente comercial, no Brasil isso é muito evidente já que se comemora em Junho enquanto nos outros países a data é em Fevereiro, com uma história e celebração que envolve alguém que eu já esqueci, num evento que eu também não consigo me lembrar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu me pergunto por que apesar de sabermos de tudo isso, nos importamos com essa data?&lt;br /&gt;Por mais durões que sejamos dizendo que não nos importamos, que a data é ridícula e que  não iríamos nos expor a evento tão consumista e sem significado, lá no fundo a gente pensa: 'mais um ano que passo o dia dos namorados sozinho(a)', 'se eu tivesse um namorado(a) daria a coisa X para ele(a)', 'nossa... como seria bacana sair para jantar e pegar esses menus especiais de namorados... que puxa'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não consigo entender... os seres humanos são extremamente carentes de afeto... e não adianta, por mais que as pessoas tenham um porto na família e amigos, sempre o cenário parece mais bonito se há um grande amor. O problema é que o amor nem sempre está onde a gente está.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje ainda é dia 11, mas amanhã tenho certeza que muita gente vai evitar pensar nos corações e casais felizes que encontraremos pela rua, na faculdade, no trabalho. Eu de certa maneira também farei isso... mas eu gosto de lembrar de uma vez em que ganhei um &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sonho de valsa&lt;/span&gt; de presente de uma amiga no dia dos namorados... nós éramos um trio e ela comprou três sonhos de valsa, um para cada um e todos comemos juntos e celebramos. Dia feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um bom Valentino para vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-115005071316510825?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/115005071316510825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=115005071316510825&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/115005071316510825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/115005071316510825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/06/feliz-valentino.html' title='Feliz Valentino'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-114896166237745484</id><published>2006-05-30T04:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T05:17:53.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 220px; height: 145px;" src="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/un.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're the United Nations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most people think you're ineffective, but you are trying to completely save the world from itself, so there's always going to be long way to go. You're always the one trying to get friends to talk to each other, enemies talk to each other, anyone who can to just talk instead of beating each other about the head in torso. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't, and you get very schizophrenic as a result. But your heart is in the right place, and sometimes in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Tudo a ver!   Prazer, ONU.&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia Ref,Verdana,Eurostile,Tahoma,Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/cquiz.htm"&gt;http://bluepyramid.org/ia/cquiz.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-114896166237745484?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/114896166237745484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=114896166237745484&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114896166237745484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114896166237745484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/05/country-quiz.html' title='Country Quiz'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-114891832798940190</id><published>2006-05-29T16:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T16:58:48.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The boy done wrong again (Belle &amp; Sebastian)</title><content type='html'>The boy done wrong again&lt;br /&gt; Hang your head in shame and cry your life away&lt;br /&gt; The boy done wrong again&lt;br /&gt; Hang your head in shame and cry your life away&lt;br /&gt; Are you ok now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On Saturday I was an angel shining fair&lt;br /&gt; You shone louder, longer&lt;br /&gt; You put my shine to shame&lt;br /&gt; Put me to shame now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What is it I must do to pay for all my crimes?&lt;br /&gt; What is it I must do?&lt;br /&gt; I would do it all the time&lt;br /&gt; Do it all the time now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All I wanted was to sing the saddest song&lt;br /&gt; And if you would sing along I will be happy now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The woodland spring has put the darkness from your thinking&lt;br /&gt; If this town's your sinking ship&lt;br /&gt; Then you know where to jump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Talking dirty, for a hobby that's alright&lt;br /&gt; Pour another glass of wine&lt;br /&gt; I'll think of England this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All I wanted was to sing the saddest song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And if you would sing along &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh if you would sing along &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; if you only sing along I will be happier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-114891832798940190?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/114891832798940190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=114891832798940190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114891832798940190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114891832798940190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/05/boy-done-wrong-again-belle-sebastian.html' title='The boy done wrong again (Belle &amp; Sebastian)'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-114841524749341618</id><published>2006-05-23T21:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T21:14:07.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>homens não comem chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;por que será que as mulheres quando se sentem tristes, vazias, carentes comem chocolate e os homens não?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;eu sempre pensei que o lance do chocolate fazia parte da biologia humana, mas por acaso alguém já viu um homem carente sentado com uma barra de chocolate na mão?! e quantas mulheres vocês já viram nessa situação?!&lt;br /&gt;isso me faz pensar que as mulheres têm maior disposição para adquirir vícios... numa situação de infelicidade enquanto os homens se refugiam em álcool, drogas, cigarro ou isolamento, as mulheres além de todas essas opções tb se tornam reféns do chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;é por isso que as clínicas de estética são basicamente voltadas para o público feminino... imagine quanto se gasta para apagar as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;infelicidades&lt;/span&gt; causadas pelo chocolate nos contornos das mulheres...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isso não é justo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-114841524749341618?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/114841524749341618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=114841524749341618&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114841524749341618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114841524749341618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/05/homens-no-comem-chocolate.html' title='homens não comem chocolate'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-114772383603842577</id><published>2006-05-15T20:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T21:10:36.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Now a Passfielder!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje de manhã recebi a resposta do Accommodation Office da LSE com uma vaga no prédio que eu mais queria: Passfield Hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5127/1141/1600/PA%20pic13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5127/1141/200/PA%20pic13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apesar de dividir o quarto com 1 ou 2 meninas, terei duas refeições diárias (e o cardápio parece bom, sempre com opções vegetarianas) e ainda alguém virá limpar o meu quarto 1 vez por semana!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5127/1141/200/3622Passfield_Hall_Twin_Room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fotos: LSE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Estou a 20 minutos a pé da LSE e pertinho de vários lugares! O prédio tem jogos, lavanderia, sala de tv... deve ser simples, mas já estou sonhando... 190 estudantes num prédio (provavelmente todos nerdizinhos, ou bêbados, ou pervertidos :-P) eu vou encher esse blog de histórias!&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-114772383603842577?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/114772383603842577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=114772383603842577&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114772383603842577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114772383603842577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/05/now-passfielder.html' title='Now a Passfielder!'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-114748899114365625</id><published>2006-05-13T03:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T03:56:31.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Marasmo truncado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desde que voltei de BH (há mais ou menos 1 mês) a vida tem sido um belo de um marasmo truncado. Isso porque ao mesmo tempo que não tem acontecido nada efetivamente, uma série de outras coisas (inesperadas, abstratas) acontecem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Então, me sinto como se tivesse que tomar posicionamentos comigo mesma, decisões internas com impactos externos, para que as coisas possam voltar a acontecer efetivamente - sair do marasmo - propiciando novos capítulos em minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É engraçado isso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tem também aquela sensação de ter um montão de coisas para fazer e além de não mobilizar todos os esforços possíveis para livrar-me delas, cada vez que consigo terminar uma, outra nova aparece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas enfim... sinto que não há muito o que fazer a respeito (o que ratifica a minha permanência nesse estado de marasmo truncado, que vai acabar - como muitas coisas na minha vida - se resolvendo sozinho) já que a minha fantasia de humpty dumpty e de bicho preguiça continuam servindo como uma luva ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-114748899114365625?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/114748899114365625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=114748899114365625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114748899114365625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114748899114365625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/05/marasmo-truncado.html' title='Marasmo truncado'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-114685188559530105</id><published>2006-05-05T18:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T18:58:05.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nietzsche I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"21. (...) E, se observei corretamente, em geral a "não-liberdade de arbítrio" é vista como problema por dois lados inteiramente opostos, mas sempre de maneira profundamente &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pessoal&lt;/span&gt;: uns não querem por preço algum abandonar sua "responsabilidade", a fé em si, o direito pessoal ao seu mérito (as raças vaidosas estão deste lado - ); os outros, pelo contrário, não desejam se responsabilizar por nada, ser culpados de nada, e, a partir de um auto desprezo interior, querem depositar o fardo de si mesmos em algum outro lugar. Estes últimos, quando escrevem livros, costumam agora tomar a defesa dos criminosos; uma espécie de compaixão socialista é o disfarce que mais lhes agrada. E é certo que o fatalismo dos fracos de vontade se embeleza enormemente, quando decide se apresentar como 'la religion de la souffrance' [a religião do sofrimento]: este é o seu "bom gosto".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche - Além do bem e do mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-114685188559530105?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/114685188559530105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=114685188559530105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114685188559530105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114685188559530105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/05/nietzsche-i.html' title='Nietzsche I'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-114662607666117122</id><published>2006-05-03T04:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T04:14:36.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eee.uci.edu/programs/humcore/test-2005-6/images/magrite3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://eee.uci.edu/programs/humcore/test-2005-6/images/magrite3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-114662607666117122?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/114662607666117122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=114662607666117122&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114662607666117122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114662607666117122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-114577502713030036</id><published>2006-04-23T07:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T07:50:27.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>stand inside your love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;Meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Immutable&lt;br /&gt;Impossible&lt;br /&gt;It’s destiny&lt;br /&gt;Pure lunacy&lt;br /&gt;Incalculable&lt;br /&gt;Insufferable&lt;br /&gt;But for the last time&lt;br /&gt;You’re everything that I want and ask for&lt;br /&gt;You’re all that I’d dreamed&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn’t be the one you love&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn’t stand inside your love&lt;br /&gt;Protected and the lover of&lt;br /&gt;A pure soul and beautiful you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jetzt.sueddeutsche.de/upl/images/user/narcoleptic/154071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://jetzt.sueddeutsche.de/upl/images/user/narcoleptic/154071.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel me now&lt;br /&gt;I will breathe&lt;br /&gt;For the both of us&lt;br /&gt;Travel the world&lt;br /&gt;Traverse the skies&lt;br /&gt;Your home is here&lt;br /&gt;Within my heart&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though I am reborn&lt;br /&gt;In my mind&lt;br /&gt;Recast as child and mystic sage&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn’t be the one you love&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn’t stand inside your love&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I’m telling you how much I need and bleed for&lt;br /&gt;Your every move and waking sound&lt;br /&gt;In my time&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wrap my wire around your heart and your mind&lt;br /&gt;You’re mine forever now&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn’t be the one you love and live for&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn’t stand inside your love and die for&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn’t be the one you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-114577502713030036?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/114577502713030036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=114577502713030036&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114577502713030036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114577502713030036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/04/stand-inside-your-love.html' title='stand inside your love'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-114568096770138696</id><published>2006-04-22T04:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T05:46:58.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>pq eu queria estar bombando numa festinha indie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;festinhas indies são o máximo! Lembro da minha primeira num fevereiro de 2001. Lembro da roupa que eu estava vestida e como aquele mísero evento foi o mote para todos os eventos que se seguiram...&lt;br /&gt;mas a festinha em si foi muito legal. Quando se tem um gosto musical fora do rádio é muitooo legal ir à uma festa em que se toca as músicas que vc conhece (e que a maioria dos seus amigos nunca ouviu falar) e vc olha ao redor e há uma série de pessoas dançando, sorrindo e cantando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geralmente as casas que abrigam festinhas indies têm uma decoração muito própria. além de posters de bandas, há também de filmes cults, pisos quadriculados, móveis de brechó, paredes pintadas com símbolos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meninos vestidos de paletó... um cabelo meio Beatles; meninas rockerzinhas com visual meio agressivo... outras mais românticas com franjinha e bolinhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na pista é sempre uma comoção! a cada música dá pra perceber alguns rostos sorridentes empolgados cantantes, outros que se movem a espera de seus hits favoritos. muitas pessoas (inclusive eu) dançam de olhos fechados, sentindo a música e se mexendo como ela mandar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;placebos, strokes e killers para os mais novos; suede, blur e weezer como clássicos imortais; shoegazing fica pro final da festa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nas festinhas indies o mais importante é a música. O se divertir está ligado a isso. O pessoal vibra a cada começo de acorde... o pessoal toca air guitar na pista... se joga no chão no final da festa de tanta empolgação!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é por isso que as festinhas indies são tão legais! e por mais que geralmente se encontre as mesmas pessoas (pq não há tanta gente interessada assim) a gente se diverte igual e empina o nariz igual e sai de lá feliz igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d4412086.u51.theprint.ca/site/Galerie/evenements/indie-pop-night-june2005net.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://d4412086.u51.theprint.ca/site/Galerie/evenements/indie-pop-night-june2005net.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pq se juntar um pouco de belle &amp;amp; sebastian, florzinhas, sapatos boneca, distorção e smirnoff ice vai sair uma mariana feliz de qualquer lugar :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-114568096770138696?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/114568096770138696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=114568096770138696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114568096770138696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114568096770138696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/04/pq-eu-queria-estar-bombando-numa.html' title='pq eu queria estar bombando numa festinha indie...'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-114566805760586168</id><published>2006-04-22T01:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T02:10:05.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanuts II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Charlie Brown: Você se importa de viver hoje em dia Lucy?&lt;br /&gt;CB: O que eu quero dizer é que hoje tudo é tão incerto e confuso...&lt;br /&gt;CB: Isso te preocupa, ou aborrece, ou...&lt;br /&gt;Lucy: Que que você tá querendo? Começar uma discussão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CB: Onde eu quero chegar Lucy, é que...&lt;br /&gt;CB: Nós estamos vivendo uma época perigosa... Todo mundo sabe disso... aí... bem... o que eu quero dizer é...&lt;br /&gt;CB: O que eu quero dizer é... é que não entendo como é que você, uma criança indefesa, sente que a qualquer momento eles podem...&lt;br /&gt;L: NÃO DIGA NADA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Não venha me falar dos problemas do mundo!&lt;br /&gt;L: Eu não estou interessada e não me importo nem um pouco!&lt;br /&gt;L: Quando alguém tem o que eu tenho, não precisa se preocupar com os problemas do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;CB: E o que que você tem?&lt;br /&gt;L: Um rosto bonito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: MUITO BEM! Você insiste em saber o que é que eu acho dos problemas do mundo, né?&lt;br /&gt;L: O mundo tem DOZE anos pra consertar. Aos dezoito anos quero tudo muito certinho!&lt;br /&gt;L: Quero viver minha vida de adulto num mundo PERFEITO! Portanto é melhor começar logo!&lt;br /&gt;CB: Aí está um ultimato que acaba com todo os ultimatos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Quando eu tiver dezoito anos espero que o mundo esteja PERFEITO!&lt;br /&gt;L: Por que eu haveria de viver num mundo que OS OUTROS estragaram? O MUNDO TEM DOZE ANOS PRA ENDIREITAR!!&lt;br /&gt;CB: E se for preciso mais tempo?&lt;br /&gt;L: Diga a eles que não adianta vir pedir prorrogação, a resposta é NÃO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-114566805760586168?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/114566805760586168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=114566805760586168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114566805760586168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114566805760586168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/04/peanuts-ii.html' title='Peanuts II'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-114539758597546424</id><published>2006-04-18T22:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T22:59:45.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting for the moon to rise - 'Hold tight BH'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;como diria meu queridíssimo cedê os modelos servem primeiramente para que façamos amigos.&lt;br /&gt;o Temas 2 teve uma função maior do que esta para mim.&lt;br /&gt;não só pela cidade que eu gostei muito, nem pelas pessoas maravilhosas que encontrei e reencontrei... é bom se sentir feliz, saber que se tem amigos por quem vc é, se divertir independente da música e da companhia nem sempre tão íntima.&lt;br /&gt;dar risada de quem a gente não conhece e aceitar desafios de estranhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foi ótimo sair e ver as lojas, fechadas, as ruas vazias... sentar no café, ler Pablo Neruda e Fernando Pessoa e pela primeira vez constatar que eu vou sentir saudades daqui. Me fez pensar que ir embora pode realmente ter um gostinho agridoce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e sem nenhum infortúnio, e sem nenhuma pendência dizer que mesmo que eu já estivesse em Londres não teria sido tão divertido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que eu sempre duvido que eu sou grande... e eu sou uma boba por isso... mari banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;'Cos in my dreams the things&lt;br /&gt; I'm wishing for&lt;br /&gt; Keep coming true&lt;br /&gt; Now a new day comes&lt;br /&gt; Clears the darkness out of sight&lt;br /&gt; And the shadows that were sleeping&lt;br /&gt; Come and dance beneath the light&lt;br /&gt; And I'm trying hard to hide&lt;br /&gt; Keeping the sun out of my eyes&lt;br /&gt; Close them tight&lt;br /&gt; And now I'm waiting for the moon to rise&lt;br /&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-114539758597546424?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/114539758597546424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=114539758597546424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114539758597546424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114539758597546424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/04/waiting-for-moon-to-rise-hold-tight-bh.html' title='waiting for the moon to rise - &apos;Hold tight BH&apos;'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-114446081371769567</id><published>2006-04-08T02:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T02:46:53.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Shamir - Israel Foreign Affairs Minister (1982)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nachshon.org.il/~itzs/Gallery/Shamir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.nachshon.org.il/~itzs/Gallery/Shamir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto não volto, fiquem com a minha versão israelense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**Como pode um peixe vivo Viver fora d'água fria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como pode um peixe vivo Viver fora d'água fria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como poderei viver, Como poderei viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sem a sua sem a sua, Sem a sua companhia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sem a sua sem a sua, Sem a sua companhia**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-114446081371769567?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/114446081371769567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=114446081371769567&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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offences&lt;br /&gt;It's not treason, it's no lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You talk in paragraphs I write my sentence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not treason, it's no lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems a place for us to dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems a place for us to dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crush and crumble under your defenses&lt;br /&gt;It's not treason, it's no lie&lt;br /&gt;You frame the photograph I sit on fences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Change your season, love can die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems a place for us to dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems a place for us to dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems a place for us to dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems a place for us to dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we tear out the tumor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's later, never sooner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we tear out the tumor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's later, never sooner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems a place for us to dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems a place for us to dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'd better keep it in check&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you'll end up a wreck&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better keep it in check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or you'll end up a wreck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never wake up&lt;br /&gt;Wake up Wake up Wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems a place for us to dream&lt;br /&gt;It seems a place for us to dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better keep it in check&lt;br /&gt;Or you'll end up a wreck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you'll never wake up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'd better keep it in check&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you'll end up a wreck&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better keep it in check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or you'll end up a wreck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better keep it in check&lt;br /&gt;Or you'll end up a wreck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you'll never wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wake up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-114404210549720868?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/114404210549720868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=114404210549720868&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114404210549720868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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apresentei para meus futuros coleguinhas e até mandei mensagens privadas com olás (rs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;descobri que tem um(a) tal de Rosenbaum que é de Washington DC  hummmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... let's wait for their answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sempre lembrando que bem ou mal nós somos latinos e por isso somos mais empolgados nesses aspectos do que os demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eu sou ainda *mais feliz* porque consegui tudo isso!!!! wowwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IÊI! IÊI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-114375548561544264?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/114375548561544264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=114375548561544264&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114375548561544264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114375548561544264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/03/eu-sou-uma-pessoa-muito-empolgada.html' title='eu sou uma pessoa *muito* empolgada'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-114356867322667725</id><published>2006-03-28T18:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T18:57:53.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacewings</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lacewings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:return cClick();" onmouseover="return cClick();"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Only a word is in my mind&lt;br /&gt;We'll get high and we'll go watch the lacewings fly&lt;br /&gt;We'll get high and we'll go watch the lacewings fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I saw you&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I saw you, I&lt;br /&gt;There are violets on the shore&lt;br /&gt;There are violets on the shore tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only my words are real tonight&lt;br /&gt;We'll get high and we'll go watch the lacewings fly&lt;br /&gt;We'll get high and we'll go watch the lacewings fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the autumn patients, stretching out their arms&lt;br /&gt;towards the fire&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes this sleepless night, close my eyes and&lt;br /&gt;I am burning higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theclientele.co.uk"&gt;***&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se vocês escutassem a música entenderiam como é lindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-114356867322667725?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/114356867322667725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=114356867322667725&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114356867322667725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114356867322667725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/03/lacewings.html' title='Lacewings'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-114325534774044272</id><published>2006-03-25T02:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-25T02:55:47.773Z</updated><title type='text'>Hold me tight London</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.jasonhawkes.com/archives/Night2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://news.jasonhawkes.com/archives/Night2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-114325534774044272?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/114325534774044272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=114325534774044272&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114325534774044272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114325534774044272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/03/hold-me-tight-london.html' title='Hold me tight London'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-114322495828593898</id><published>2006-03-24T18:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-24T18:29:18.296Z</updated><title type='text'>l.o.v.e.</title><content type='html'>dividir as tristezas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hold tight London"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do, I warn you&lt;br /&gt; I see things when I hold you&lt;br /&gt; But I’ve whispered: "it’s alright"&lt;br /&gt; It is you and me and a long night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You're a ghost in the doorway,&lt;br /&gt; I can see through, but I hold tight,&lt;br /&gt; I’ll just stay on holding until it hurts,&lt;br /&gt; I just want you to know your lovely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You're a ghost in the doorway,&lt;br /&gt; I can see through, but I hold tight,&lt;br /&gt; I’ll just stay on holding until it hurts,&lt;br /&gt; I just want you to know your lovely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Don’t worry, nothing can go wrong,&lt;br /&gt; Don’t worry, nothing can go wrong,&lt;br /&gt; Don’t worry, nothing can go wrong,&lt;br /&gt; Don’t worry, nothing can go wrong,&lt;br /&gt; (nothing!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;multiplicar as alegrias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;[what a bright future]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-114322495828593898?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/114322495828593898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=114322495828593898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114322495828593898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114322495828593898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/03/love.html' title='l.o.v.e.'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-114288282078391651</id><published>2006-03-20T19:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-20T19:47:18.430Z</updated><title type='text'>A BIZARRE UNIFICATION PROPOSAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               In a last desperate attempt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to save France&lt;/span&gt; from capitulating and to keep her  army fighting, &lt;span class="c3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Churchill and General De Gaule&lt;/span&gt; proposed that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Britain  and France become one united nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;   In a telephone call from London on June 16, 1940, to the French Premier, Paul  Reynaud, the message stated:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The two Governments&lt;/span&gt; of the United Kingdom and the French Republic  make the declaration of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;indissoluble union&lt;/span&gt; and unyielding resolution in their common defence of justice and freedom against subjection to a system which reduces mankind to a life of robots and slaves. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The two Governments declare that France and Great Britain shall no longer be two nations but one Franco-British Union. Every citizen of France will enjoy immediately citizenship of Great Britain; every British subject will become a citizen of France.&lt;/span&gt; All the armed forces of Great Britain and France  will be placed under the direction of a single War Cabinet." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proposal caused an uproar in the French Cabinet of which Churchill wrote &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="c2"&gt;"Rarely has so generous a proposal  encountered such a hostile reception."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.iinet.net.au/%7Egduncan/facts.html#lesser_known_1939"&gt;*****&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="c2"&gt;Eu também não aceitaria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="c2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-114288282078391651?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/114288282078391651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=114288282078391651&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114288282078391651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114288282078391651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/03/bizarre-unification-proposal.html' title='A BIZARRE UNIFICATION PROPOSAL'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-114265248318844677</id><published>2006-03-18T03:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-18T03:28:03.200Z</updated><title type='text'>amélie écoute derrière la porte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5127/1141/1600/001AME_Audrey_Tautou_121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5127/1141/320/001AME_Audrey_Tautou_121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;amélie écoute derrière la porte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-114265248318844677?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/114265248318844677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=114265248318844677&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114265248318844677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114265248318844677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/03/amlie-coute-derrire-la-porte.html' title='amélie écoute derrière la porte'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-114240256248537919</id><published>2006-03-15T05:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-18T11:38:29.206Z</updated><title type='text'>nino écoute derrière la porte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5127/1141/1600/001AME_Mathieu_Kassovitz_032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5127/1141/320/001AME_Mathieu_Kassovitz_032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nino écoute derrière la porte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-114240256248537919?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/114240256248537919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=114240256248537919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114240256248537919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114240256248537919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/03/nino-coute-derrire-la-porte.html' title='nino écoute derrière la porte'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-114209290913203876</id><published>2006-03-11T16:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-11T16:01:49.146Z</updated><title type='text'>Peanuts I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5127/1141/1600/peanuts2006610620309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5127/1141/400/peanuts2006610620309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-114209290913203876?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/114209290913203876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=114209290913203876&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114209290913203876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114209290913203876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/03/peanuts-i.html' title='Peanuts I'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-114187694633828944</id><published>2006-03-09T03:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-09T04:02:26.353Z</updated><title type='text'>Pq o ano só começa depois do Carnaval</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No Brasil o ano só começa depois do Carnaval.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Janeiro e Fevereiro são verão, festa, curtição.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como a maior parte dos meus amigos eu não gosto de Carnaval. São tantos dias que a gente se perde, e se não arrumar uma porção de coisas pra fazer acaba deprimido dentro de casa, assistindo 'desfile das escolas de samba' pela tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O meu carnaval foi Ó-TI-MO!! E fiz tanta coisa legal que seria muita maldade com meus amigos leitores contar tudo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas esse post tem um objetivo muito importante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desde Janeiro de 2006 várias coisas aconteceram. Passei por momentos muito tristes e solitários, no qual por vezes dividi meus sentimentos com um quebra-cabeça de 1.000 peças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A ansiedade me consumiu. Escape em pesquisas sobre mestrado, fotos de locais sonhados (País de Gales, Londres, Escócia), burocracia consular e gatinhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas no final de fevereiro veio a tão sonhada resposta e às bases do meu sonho começaram a ser construídas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Com o sentimento de "dever cumprido" curti o Carnaval (óbviamente sem o trinômio 'samba-suor-cerveja! Talvez um pouco de samba, afinal desfilei na Avenida) e senti saudades dele quando foi embora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas o mais importante de tudo isso é que finalmente eu sinto minha vida andando para frente, coisas boas acontecendo comigo, ao meu redor. Finalmente eu me libertei de pensamentos e sentimentos, tirei conclusões finais sobre fatos, analisei outros e descobri verdades que apesar de duras, são "parte da natureza humana de muitos humanos".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se malham o Judas, eu malhei alguns de meus velhos demônios. Me sinto leve. Me sinto feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A preparação para a terceira fase de minha vida projeta-se muito próspera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ainda tenho trabalho a fazer e a burocracia, como todos sabem, nunca termina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E só agora, depois do Carnaval, é que finalmente se iniciou meu 2006.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje eu tenho amigos. Hoje eu sinto amor. Hoje eu quero festa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feliz 2006 para todos vocês!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-114187694633828944?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/114187694633828944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=114187694633828944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114187694633828944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114187694633828944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/03/pq-o-ano-s-comea-depois-do-carnaval.html' title='Pq o ano só começa depois do Carnaval'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-114162536635628091</id><published>2006-03-06T05:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-06T06:09:26.366Z</updated><title type='text'>The Cure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Closedown&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm running out of time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm out of step and closing down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And never sleep for wanting hours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The empty hours of greed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And uselessly always the need &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To feel again the real belief &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of something more than mockery &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only I could fill &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart with love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-114162536635628091?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/114162536635628091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=114162536635628091&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114162536635628091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114162536635628091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/03/cure.html' title='The Cure'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-114161144443108710</id><published>2006-03-06T01:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-06T02:19:50.446Z</updated><title type='text'>(a) minh(a) futur(a) coleg(a) de quart(a)o</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje eu e meu pai tivemos uma discussãozinha com relação ao meu futuro colega de quarto no Reino. Eu o informei que me inscrevi para uma vaga no alojamento da universidade e que coloquei que não tinha restrições quanto ao gênero do respectivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois bem, após um embate técnico, meu pai e avó tinham quase a absoluta certeza de que a LSE escolheria o estudante com o maior potencial &lt;em&gt;serial killer&lt;/em&gt; para ser meu colega de quarto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Argumentando que já seria difícil eu conseguir uma moradia universitária (ainda mais aquela que custa £76 por semana com duas refeições diárias) eu poderia aumentar minhas chances não restringindo meu futuro quarto somente às meninas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saliva em vão... no entanto &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; não me importunaram para morar num bloco só de mulheres!!! Isso já seria demais para mim!!! Imagina morar num lugar cheio de inglesAS, paquistanesAS, indianaAS e chinesAS!?!?! E perder cafés da manhã cercada por belos narizes a lá Ralph Fiennes?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porque um mestrado não é só feito de bibliotecas, Davids Held, tardes e noites a base de chá; queremos Guiness! Ingleses *fofos*! Escoceses *fofos*! Irlandeses *fofos*!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;!!!!!!E MESTRADOS PARTY-TIME!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-114161144443108710?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/114161144443108710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=114161144443108710&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114161144443108710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114161144443108710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/03/minha-futura-colega-de-quartao.html' title='(a) minh(a) futur(a) coleg(a) de quart(a)o'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22851908.post-114063546177557077</id><published>2006-02-22T19:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-22T19:18:20.800Z</updated><title type='text'>Step One: DONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://access.it.okstate.edu/presentations/classroomaccess_files/images/Image11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://access.it.okstate.edu/presentations/classroomaccess_files/images/Image11.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://access.it.okstate.edu/presentations/classroomaccess_files/images/Image11.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;you're linving in a fantasy world&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22851908-114063546177557077?l=piccadillymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/feeds/114063546177557077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22851908&amp;postID=114063546177557077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114063546177557077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22851908/posts/default/114063546177557077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piccadillymary.blogspot.com/2006/02/step-one-done.html' title='Step One: DONE!'/><author><name>Hazey Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364061186294621468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/elizabeth1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
