<?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-3460789698050398874</id><updated>2011-04-25T21:56:35.256-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't stop wondering...</title><subtitle type='html'>"Judge a man by his questions, rather than by his answers." Voltaire</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantstopwondering.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460789698050398874/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantstopwondering.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rafaela Morais</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEj0gbpvBCw/S3ou-X4mFCI/AAAAAAAAA2w/2ziVCPjhqOc/S220/perfil-blogger.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460789698050398874.post-1219425322362206963</id><published>2008-05-03T13:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T13:43:01.504-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Twentysomething</title><content type='html'>After years of expensive education&lt;br /&gt;A car full of books and anticipation&lt;br /&gt;I'm an expert on Shakespeare and that's a hell of a lot&lt;br /&gt;But the world don't need scholars as much as I thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll go travelling for a year&lt;br /&gt;Finding myself, or start a career&lt;br /&gt;Could work for the poor, though I'm hungry for fame&lt;br /&gt;We all seem so different but we're just the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll go to the gym, so I don't get fat&lt;br /&gt;Aren't things more easy, with a tight six pack?&lt;br /&gt;Who knows the answers, who do you trust?&lt;br /&gt;I can't even seperate love from lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll move back home and pay off my loans&lt;br /&gt;Working nine to five, answering phones&lt;br /&gt;But don't make me live for my Friday nights&lt;br /&gt;Drinking eight pints and getting in fights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to get up, just let me lie in&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone, I'm a twentysomething&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just fall in love&lt;br /&gt;That could solve it all&lt;br /&gt;Philosophers say that that's enough&lt;br /&gt;There surely must be more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ain't the answer, nor is work&lt;br /&gt;The truth elludes me so much it hurts&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still having fun and I guess that's the key&lt;br /&gt;I'm a twentysomething and I'll keep being me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Jamie Cullum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460789698050398874-1219425322362206963?l=icantstopwondering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantstopwondering.blogspot.com/feeds/1219425322362206963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460789698050398874&amp;postID=1219425322362206963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460789698050398874/posts/default/1219425322362206963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460789698050398874/posts/default/1219425322362206963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantstopwondering.blogspot.com/2008/05/twentysomething.html' title='Twentysomething'/><author><name>Rafaela Morais</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEj0gbpvBCw/S3ou-X4mFCI/AAAAAAAAA2w/2ziVCPjhqOc/S220/perfil-blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460789698050398874.post-316186551079342799</id><published>2008-04-08T13:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T13:24:58.527-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Why, dear, WHY?</title><content type='html'>"What is this posture I have to stare at"&lt;br /&gt;That's what he said when I was sittin' up straight&lt;br /&gt;Change the name of the game when he lost it&lt;br /&gt;He knew he was wrong but he knew it too late&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not being fair&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I chose to listen to that filthy mouth&lt;br /&gt;But I'd like to choose right&lt;br /&gt;Take all the things that I said that he stole&lt;br /&gt;Put 'em in a sack&lt;br /&gt;Swing 'em over my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Turn on my heels&lt;br /&gt;Step out of this sight&lt;br /&gt;Try to live in a lovelier light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- Fiona Apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... Why are certain men such jerks?&lt;br /&gt;And why do women fall for them anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460789698050398874-316186551079342799?l=icantstopwondering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantstopwondering.blogspot.com/feeds/316186551079342799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460789698050398874&amp;postID=316186551079342799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460789698050398874/posts/default/316186551079342799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460789698050398874/posts/default/316186551079342799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantstopwondering.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-dear-why.html' title='Why, dear, WHY?'/><author><name>Rafaela Morais</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEj0gbpvBCw/S3ou-X4mFCI/AAAAAAAAA2w/2ziVCPjhqOc/S220/perfil-blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460789698050398874.post-3386743164856527025</id><published>2008-03-05T22:57:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:02:09.156-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a theory.</title><content type='html'>If there is such a thing as "good" public speakers, shall we take a moment here and discuss the possibility of "bad" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;private&lt;/span&gt; speakers? I think I could be the necessary material for analysis - "analysis" being a key-word here =) ... How is it that I can feel sooo comfortable speaking in public, but so awkward talking to one or two strangers? Any idea? Isn't it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;generally&lt;/span&gt; the opposite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beats me, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460789698050398874-3386743164856527025?l=icantstopwondering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantstopwondering.blogspot.com/feeds/3386743164856527025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460789698050398874&amp;postID=3386743164856527025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460789698050398874/posts/default/3386743164856527025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460789698050398874/posts/default/3386743164856527025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantstopwondering.blogspot.com/2008/03/heres-theory.html' title='Here&apos;s a theory.'/><author><name>Rafaela Morais</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEj0gbpvBCw/S3ou-X4mFCI/AAAAAAAAA2w/2ziVCPjhqOc/S220/perfil-blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460789698050398874.post-2733431469704709420</id><published>2008-01-07T15:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T13:44:43.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'>How is it that thoughts can take you away from reality and, yet, they always make you keep your feet on the ground?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my letter to the world&lt;br /&gt;That never wrote to me&lt;br /&gt;The simple news that nature told&lt;br /&gt;With tender majesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her message is committed&lt;br /&gt;To hands I cannot see&lt;br /&gt;For love of her, sweet countrymen&lt;br /&gt;Judge tenderly of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Emily Dickinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460789698050398874-2733431469704709420?l=icantstopwondering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantstopwondering.blogspot.com/feeds/2733431469704709420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460789698050398874&amp;postID=2733431469704709420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460789698050398874/posts/default/2733431469704709420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460789698050398874/posts/default/2733431469704709420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantstopwondering.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is-it-about-thoughts-that-takes.html' title='How is it that thoughts can take you away from reality and, yet, they always make you keep your feet on the ground?'/><author><name>Rafaela Morais</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEj0gbpvBCw/S3ou-X4mFCI/AAAAAAAAA2w/2ziVCPjhqOc/S220/perfil-blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460789698050398874.post-390077062123435615</id><published>2007-12-31T14:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T14:30:39.714-03:00</updated><title type='text'>If we look closely, won't all addictions look the same?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think it's all about misery and desperation and death and all that shite, which is not to be ignored. But what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise we wouldn't do it. After all, we're not fucking stupid. At least, we're not that fucking stupid. Take the best orgasm you ever had, multiply it by a thousand and you're still nowhere near it. When you're on junk you have only one worry: scoring. When you're off it you are suddenly obliged to worry about all sorts of other shite. Got no money: can't get pished. Got money: drinking too much. Can't get a bird: no chance of a ride. Got a bird: too much hassle. You have to worry about bills, about food, about some football team that never fucking wins, about human relationships and all the things that really don't matter when you've got a sincere and truthful junk habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Trainspotting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460789698050398874-390077062123435615?l=icantstopwondering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantstopwondering.blogspot.com/feeds/390077062123435615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460789698050398874&amp;postID=390077062123435615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460789698050398874/posts/default/390077062123435615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460789698050398874/posts/default/390077062123435615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantstopwondering.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-if-all-addictions-are-same.html' title='If we look closely, won&apos;t all addictions look the same?'/><author><name>Rafaela Morais</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEj0gbpvBCw/S3ou-X4mFCI/AAAAAAAAA2w/2ziVCPjhqOc/S220/perfil-blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460789698050398874.post-3784746075893705294</id><published>2007-12-29T16:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T16:22:47.887-03:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the deal with skepticism?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="lblQuote"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN MILTON: - Who are you carrying all those bricks for anyway? God? Is that it? God? Well I tell ya, let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch...He's a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts! He gives you this extraordinary gift and then what does he do? I swear, for his own amusement, his own private, cosmic, gag reel, he sets the rules in opposition! It’s the goof of all time: look, but don't touch; touch, but don't taste; taste, don't swallow. [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laughter&lt;/span&gt;] And while you're jumping from one foot to the next, what is he doing? He's laughing his sick f***ing ass off! He's a tight ass, he's a sadist, he's an absantee londlord... Worship that? Never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN LOMAX: - Better to reign in hell than to serve in Heaven, is that it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN MILTON: - Why not? I'm here on the ground with my nose in it since the whole thing began! I've nurtured every sensation man has been inspired to have. I cared about what he wanted and I never judged him. Why? Because I never rejected him. In spite of all his imperfections, I'm a fan of man! I'm a humanist... I rest my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="lblQuote"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Devil's Advocate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460789698050398874-3784746075893705294?l=icantstopwondering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantstopwondering.blogspot.com/feeds/3784746075893705294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460789698050398874&amp;postID=3784746075893705294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460789698050398874/posts/default/3784746075893705294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460789698050398874/posts/default/3784746075893705294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantstopwondering.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-is-deal-with-skepticism.html' title='What is the deal with skepticism?'/><author><name>Rafaela Morais</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEj0gbpvBCw/S3ou-X4mFCI/AAAAAAAAA2w/2ziVCPjhqOc/S220/perfil-blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460789698050398874.post-5531554092473479329</id><published>2007-12-26T15:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T11:07:18.231-03:00</updated><title type='text'>What if what you see is not what you get?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Richard Cory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever Richard Cory went down town,&lt;br /&gt;We people on the pavement looked at him:&lt;br /&gt;He was a gentleman from sole to crown,&lt;br /&gt;Clean favored and imperially slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was always quietly arrayed,&lt;br /&gt;And he was always human when he talked,&lt;br /&gt;But still he fluttered pulses when he said,&lt;br /&gt;"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was rich -yes, richer than a king -&lt;br /&gt;And admirably schooled in every grace:&lt;br /&gt;In fine, we thought that he was everything&lt;br /&gt;To make us wish that we were in his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on we worked, and waited for the light,&lt;br /&gt;And went without the meat and cursed the bread;&lt;br /&gt;And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,&lt;br /&gt;Went home and put a bullet through his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Edwin Arlington Robinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460789698050398874-5531554092473479329?l=icantstopwondering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantstopwondering.blogspot.com/feeds/5531554092473479329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460789698050398874&amp;postID=5531554092473479329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460789698050398874/posts/default/5531554092473479329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460789698050398874/posts/default/5531554092473479329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantstopwondering.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-if-what-you-see-is-not-what-you.html' title='What if what you see is not what you get?'/><author><name>Rafaela Morais</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEj0gbpvBCw/S3ou-X4mFCI/AAAAAAAAA2w/2ziVCPjhqOc/S220/perfil-blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460789698050398874.post-7114275560088397101</id><published>2007-12-26T15:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T11:08:20.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's try a little tenderness, shall we?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can stop one heart from breaking,&lt;br /&gt;I shall not live in vain;&lt;br /&gt;If I can ease one life the aching,&lt;br /&gt;Or cool one pain,&lt;br /&gt;Or help one fainting robin&lt;br /&gt;Onto his nest again,&lt;br /&gt;I shall not live in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Emily Dickinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460789698050398874-7114275560088397101?l=icantstopwondering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantstopwondering.blogspot.com/feeds/7114275560088397101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460789698050398874&amp;postID=7114275560088397101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460789698050398874/posts/default/7114275560088397101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460789698050398874/posts/default/7114275560088397101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantstopwondering.blogspot.com/2007/12/try-little-tenderness.html' title='Let&apos;s try a little tenderness, shall we?'/><author><name>Rafaela Morais</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEj0gbpvBCw/S3ou-X4mFCI/AAAAAAAAA2w/2ziVCPjhqOc/S220/perfil-blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460789698050398874.post-443142552471301986</id><published>2007-12-25T14:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T14:17:35.333-03:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it about vacations?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no pleasure in having nothing to do. The fun is in having lots to do and not doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Mary Wilson Little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460789698050398874-443142552471301986?l=icantstopwondering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantstopwondering.blogspot.com/feeds/443142552471301986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460789698050398874&amp;postID=443142552471301986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460789698050398874/posts/default/443142552471301986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460789698050398874/posts/default/443142552471301986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantstopwondering.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-is-it-about-vacations.html' title='What is it about vacations?'/><author><name>Rafaela Morais</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEj0gbpvBCw/S3ou-X4mFCI/AAAAAAAAA2w/2ziVCPjhqOc/S220/perfil-blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460789698050398874.post-2805907402989794279</id><published>2007-12-25T13:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T13:23:07.957-03:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it about New Years?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hope is the thing with feathers&lt;br /&gt;That perches in the soul&lt;br /&gt;And sings the tune&lt;br /&gt;Without the words&lt;br /&gt;and never stops at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Emily Dickinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3460789698050398874-2805907402989794279?l=icantstopwondering.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icantstopwondering.blogspot.com/feeds/2805907402989794279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3460789698050398874&amp;postID=2805907402989794279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460789698050398874/posts/default/2805907402989794279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3460789698050398874/posts/default/2805907402989794279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icantstopwondering.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-is-it-about-new-years_25.html' title='What is it about New Years?'/><author><name>Rafaela Morais</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EEj0gbpvBCw/S3ou-X4mFCI/AAAAAAAAA2w/2ziVCPjhqOc/S220/perfil-blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3460789698050398874.post-8282917166917115786</id><published>2007-12-25T02:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T13:38:43.794-03:00</updated><title type='text'>What it is about Christmas time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas gift suggestions:&lt;br /&gt;To your enemy, forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;To an opponent, tolerance.&lt;br /&gt;To a friend, your heart.&lt;br /&gt;To a customer, service.&lt;br /&gt;To all, charity.&lt;br /&gt;To every child, a good example.&lt;br /&gt;To yourself, respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: 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