<?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-410354387523600491</id><updated>2012-02-11T09:58:06.204+01:00</updated><title type='text'>maria.cecilia</title><subtitle type='html'>stilettos and broken bottles.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>maria.cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213124678606334834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410354387523600491.post-351059496212002852</id><published>2012-02-11T09:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T09:58:06.215+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sudden urge</title><content type='html'>to party on a saturday morning. is that normal? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess I'll just have to make me some coffee, watch the news on teve and try to get back to reality. This weekend is all about studying, but soon, very soon, it will be over, let's say about this coming monday night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week has been a productive one. But not to deceive myself, we will have to maintain this flow for as long as possible, since there still exists risks of strikes on ideas or, yeah, I don't know. Surely we will have to readjust a lots of things already written, but for now I'm pleased. It gives me an inner satisfaction when I can organize and work this way...ohh my. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're off to Brazil in exactly three weeks so we have to work our asses off to get everything together before take-off. I really like my thesis-partner. She's as crazy as I am...I think. haha. &lt;i&gt;Great!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week we can party. (I'm feeling like we're going back to the old days). A lots to celebrate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;But for now&lt;/i&gt;; coffee next, study, study and study. &lt;i&gt;A little song to get into the mood.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="350" height="267" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BPvhzmWnQD4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/410354387523600491-351059496212002852?l=thentherewasmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/feeds/351059496212002852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=410354387523600491&amp;postID=351059496212002852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/351059496212002852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/351059496212002852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/2012/02/sudden-urge.html' title='sudden urge'/><author><name>maria.cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213124678606334834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BPvhzmWnQD4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410354387523600491.post-2071051699426983784</id><published>2012-02-06T13:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T21:25:37.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>how often</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;do you think about sex?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've never seen men as sex objects &lt;i&gt;(at least not only)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div&gt;Maybe women should start seeing them more as sex objects. I had an interesting conversation today about men and their feelings. So far I've seen a bit of everything and it's quite hard to tell who carries real feelings and who only thinks about one thing. This last mentioned seems to be the most frequent encountered if I may say so. There are those men who look at you, and you can more or less screen his thoughts, hoping he's not already undressing you. Hilarious but discomforting thought, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to research, men think about sex once every 52 seconds. Men joke a lot about women, sometimes funny, other times really sick jokes...everything sex related so we wonder a lot about how much brain capacity you guys have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, then, maybe it's our turn to only see men as sex objects. And be sure, cause we joke a lot too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm sure they won't mind! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/410354387523600491-2071051699426983784?l=thentherewasmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/feeds/2071051699426983784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=410354387523600491&amp;postID=2071051699426983784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/2071051699426983784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/2071051699426983784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/2012/02/ive-never-seen-men-as-sexual-objects.html' title='how often'/><author><name>maria.cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213124678606334834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410354387523600491.post-524699310704362894</id><published>2012-02-04T15:01:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T15:28:49.639+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep more</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Yesterday;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun way of relaxing, some drinks and some dancing in best company. All the nightclubs seems to be crowded all the time nowadays,...&lt;i&gt;me like!&lt;/i&gt; You get that clubbing feeling, feeling real cool, hahahah. Best is at the ladies, where all the girls in some awkward way seem to talk a lot about typical girl stuff, make up, hair, guys, clothes...and you have no idea of who you really are talking to. So, if you think that there are girlfights at the ladies, think twice, because that's where we make friends. heheh. I'm only regretting our tequilas we did yesterday. I've always escaped that horrible shot, but it was about time that I took one so I could get myself a really nice original hangover like in the good old days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I stayed in bed until 14hs, &lt;i&gt;so nice!&lt;/i&gt; I got up just because my phone was ringing, but if it hadn't, I would still be sleeping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One month left, in counting. Got an email from my supervisor telling how worried she is for us in São Paulo. And this, even though I've lived for years in Brazil, Rio, Natal and Brasília. I'm really curious about what this big city has to offer since there is so much fear in the air. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="301" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/G_Oj0UN7VuM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have a great one!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/410354387523600491-524699310704362894?l=thentherewasmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/feeds/524699310704362894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=410354387523600491&amp;postID=524699310704362894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/524699310704362894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/524699310704362894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/2012/02/sleep-more.html' title='sleep more'/><author><name>maria.cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213124678606334834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/G_Oj0UN7VuM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410354387523600491.post-3987422234889008638</id><published>2012-02-02T22:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T22:20:45.415+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Need to go and find myself again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/410354387523600491-3987422234889008638?l=thentherewasmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/feeds/3987422234889008638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=410354387523600491&amp;postID=3987422234889008638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/3987422234889008638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/3987422234889008638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/2012/02/need-to-go-and-find-myself-again.html' title=''/><author><name>maria.cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213124678606334834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410354387523600491.post-2502067259430586824</id><published>2012-02-02T18:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T18:57:03.924+01:00</updated><title type='text'>deep breath</title><content type='html'>Irritation level is getting high. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't get much done today because no attention was given to all the work we put down for 1,5 week now. A lots of work for nothing, and now we will have to, once again, change our research question. I just want to lay down and sleep. We sat for three hours working everything out, then we had to sit during 2,5 hours after lunch waiting for somebody to come and then tell us that they don't know. Are you kidding me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever I'm irritated or frustrated, it's better for me to leave the room because I'm very bad at not showing just &lt;i&gt;how&lt;/i&gt; irritated I am. Why do people invite you for meetings during three days if there isn't going to be a meeting? or at least not a productive one? I haven't figured this out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we're going to go and have something to eat, then I hope we'll get back and work something out so we can go to sleep and have a last meeting tomorrow (probably useless), and then go home. The plan for these days was great, the outcome...hmm, not so much happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;deep breath,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/410354387523600491-2502067259430586824?l=thentherewasmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/feeds/2502067259430586824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=410354387523600491&amp;postID=2502067259430586824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/2502067259430586824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/2502067259430586824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/2012/02/deep-breath.html' title='deep breath'/><author><name>maria.cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213124678606334834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410354387523600491.post-3278715970011753457</id><published>2012-02-02T11:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T22:25:54.669+01:00</updated><title type='text'>work work work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k2USdzxKhn8/TypkRfV-3NI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/D_3-BVEld2Y/s1600/430810_10150632299275071_635230070_11502804_1126505065_n-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k2USdzxKhn8/TypkRfV-3NI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/D_3-BVEld2Y/s320/430810_10150632299275071_635230070_11502804_1126505065_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704482129652407506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;trying to be creative. I'm triggered by all this coffee. mmm&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;exciting!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/410354387523600491-3278715970011753457?l=thentherewasmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/feeds/3278715970011753457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=410354387523600491&amp;postID=3278715970011753457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/3278715970011753457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/3278715970011753457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/2012/02/work-work-work.html' title='work work work'/><author><name>maria.cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213124678606334834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k2USdzxKhn8/TypkRfV-3NI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/D_3-BVEld2Y/s72-c/430810_10150632299275071_635230070_11502804_1126505065_n-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410354387523600491.post-7325869785060616014</id><published>2012-02-01T19:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T19:32:39.807+01:00</updated><title type='text'>projects from a hotel bed</title><content type='html'>todays driving was nothing else but fun. Great car (brand new Volvo V60 kombi btw), great company, great interview, great Science Park...everything is going just great. We're almost thinking about where the catch might be, when everything is running soo smoothly. Maybe there isn't a catch...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're in a flow, I almost feel like a real consultant working on a great project involving everything I enjoy, and all of this together with people I get along with. I'm lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took a long, hot shower now after a long day of drive and work. Lying on the hotel bed waiting for Anna to come so we can continue our research, we're gonna prepare some research questions until tomorrow. This is going to be interesting, I brought with me about ten kilos of theory litterature. Ohh yeah, night seems promising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'm thinking, if this is soo much fun, just wait until we'll be on brazilian territory. We got our flight tickets yesterday so now we're on a roll. It's going to be a hectic period in february, but it's certainly for a very good cause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/410354387523600491-7325869785060616014?l=thentherewasmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/feeds/7325869785060616014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=410354387523600491&amp;postID=7325869785060616014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/7325869785060616014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/7325869785060616014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/2012/02/projects-from-hotel-bed.html' title='projects from a hotel bed'/><author><name>maria.cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213124678606334834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410354387523600491.post-2608924943623750505</id><published>2012-01-30T21:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:12:24.625+01:00</updated><title type='text'>petals of a flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Sometimes it seems like we can't be patient enough.&lt;/i&gt; Things should be settled fast and easy, and when it doesn't go your way you tend to lose your patience. Is it yes or no? Is it right or wrong? And so all the questions seems to roll out in several dimensions. Right now, I would like to have some answers to some essential questions cause I'm about to run out of patience. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What counts in a matter of essentiality is my heart, home and work. Which will be solved first is another question, but either one is fine by me. Maybe I'll have to work on everything at the same time, if I can take it, that is. To juggle everything at the same time will be a matter of art, so let's just wait and see. The future here doesn't seem too bright, so maybe I'll have to move myself to another continent.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe I should just take the petals of a flower and go with loves me, loves me not, loves me...maybe then I'll get some answers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our tutor held a philosophical lecture today. I think I've gotten high on Platon and Aristotle. &lt;i&gt;Bedtime, good night!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/410354387523600491-2608924943623750505?l=thentherewasmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/feeds/2608924943623750505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=410354387523600491&amp;postID=2608924943623750505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/2608924943623750505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/2608924943623750505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/2012/01/yes-or-no.html' title='petals of a flower'/><author><name>maria.cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213124678606334834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410354387523600491.post-4957212845308456420</id><published>2012-01-29T22:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T22:48:43.818+01:00</updated><title type='text'>end of week</title><content type='html'>it was short, but really nice.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, dinner at C's place with really nice red wine. Later on, we went out at Stureplan with destination Berns but with a quick stop for a drink at Scandic Anglais. It was easy to get in and enjoy ourselves during the night in true Stockholm-spirit, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although, now we know that we shouldn't go out in such high heels when we're supposed to survive the wholeee night. Our walk from the metro was kind of funny, we went laughing and crying in between cause we were hurting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A whole afternoons brunch with a lots of nice people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A busride home to Linköping and voi lá, I'm home. Home sweet home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life's good.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/410354387523600491-4957212845308456420?l=thentherewasmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/feeds/4957212845308456420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=410354387523600491&amp;postID=4957212845308456420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/4957212845308456420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/4957212845308456420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/2012/01/end-of-week.html' title='end of week'/><author><name>maria.cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213124678606334834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410354387523600491.post-6862960335114732474</id><published>2012-01-27T23:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T23:30:07.967+01:00</updated><title type='text'>interviewed</title><content type='html'>so, what do you do on your spare time?&lt;div&gt;(looking around, at the ceiling....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you have any spare time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, that's what I'm asking myself...I guess I have a little time left over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was our dialog at a interview at Saab I had today. hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was lucky the woman interviewing was very nice and funny. when I said I'd gone back reading books and so on, she started to give me several tips.&lt;i&gt; great!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm usually a really social creature, but this past year has been tougher than any other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Weekend sounds promising.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/410354387523600491-6862960335114732474?l=thentherewasmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/feeds/6862960335114732474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=410354387523600491&amp;postID=6862960335114732474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/6862960335114732474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/6862960335114732474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/2012/01/interviewed.html' title='interviewed'/><author><name>maria.cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213124678606334834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410354387523600491.post-8083421860803680754</id><published>2012-01-26T22:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T23:03:45.848+01:00</updated><title type='text'>strange times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;calls for strange feelings...that's how it goes. &lt;/span&gt;Everything is basically going as planned and even better if I may say so, but it feels strange. Talking about it won't help, because I found myself not knowing what to say nor how to explain neither to whom. Strange times calls for messed up thoughts. I have a month to prepare myself for a lots of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Week to come, busy schedule, in good company with good vibrations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/410354387523600491-8083421860803680754?l=thentherewasmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/feeds/8083421860803680754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=410354387523600491&amp;postID=8083421860803680754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/8083421860803680754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/8083421860803680754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/2012/01/strange-times.html' title='strange times'/><author><name>maria.cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213124678606334834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410354387523600491.post-2587717231568676747</id><published>2012-01-25T07:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T07:06:39.454+01:00</updated><title type='text'>rocky boat</title><content type='html'>We worked 08-20 yesterday. I guess that it's going to be this way with time. So much fun!&lt;div&gt;I did only have time to take a shower and watch teve for some minutes before I fell asleep, slept 21-06...nine hours of sleep, I think I'll manage this day now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dreamt that I was onboard on Costa Concordia. It was a bit scary. It's really strange how you can feel the movements of the boat rocking in your dream. Our brain is really cool, it gives sensations of everything, even in your sleep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm off to Uni for another day in paradise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/410354387523600491-2587717231568676747?l=thentherewasmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/feeds/2587717231568676747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=410354387523600491&amp;postID=2587717231568676747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/2587717231568676747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/2587717231568676747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/2012/01/rocky-boat.html' title='rocky boat'/><author><name>maria.cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213124678606334834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410354387523600491.post-5629419315959920246</id><published>2012-01-23T19:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T21:25:43.347+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hey hey girl</title><content type='html'>What a crazy week. Nice to start a new one, the past one was a bit exhausting. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I spent the day lying on the couch, reading my books, watching tv and doing basic sunday-stuff. I got really bored at one point...I remembered about some tickets we needed to buy, so I went looking after tickets. Unexpectedly, I found a super duper great ticket from São Paulo to Natal. This super duper great ticket price lasted until midnight, so I texted my friend. Let's go? Hell yeah! Few minutes later and there we were, with two tickets to the sun! Feels quite nice paying less, hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that one, either one of us could sleep making plans and so on. Which biquinis to pack, you know...&lt;i&gt;real serious stuff&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we finally started with our thesis work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been waiting for this day for a long time now. And we hit it off real quick as well, planning, scheduling and discussing literature. It's going to be great, I know it...even though I get my minor anxiety attacks sometimes. Can't eat, can't sleep...having a lots of things on my mind lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left Uni early today because I had promised to babysit my godson. He's an angel...he's almost two years old now and I can really see a personality growing more and more for each time I see him, he's a real cutie pie. (Even though, I won't be having any kids for some time, hahah!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/410354387523600491-5629419315959920246?l=thentherewasmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/feeds/5629419315959920246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=410354387523600491&amp;postID=5629419315959920246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/5629419315959920246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/5629419315959920246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/2012/01/hey-hey-girl.html' title='hey hey girl'/><author><name>maria.cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213124678606334834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410354387523600491.post-5284267172423408310</id><published>2012-01-21T11:29:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T19:45:46.824+01:00</updated><title type='text'>look out!</title><content type='html'>I'm baaaack.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ended up not going to the gym yesterday, as expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead, we had a last minute meeting with our supervisor for our thesis. A lot's of answers were given to our questions and we lef the meeting with a big relief, so me and my partner went to the pub at campus to celebrate. The night continued at NH with Din Mamma, real nice. Feels like I'm back on track again. I haven't been out for a long time now. Much had to do with university stuff and health condition but I feel much better so it's time to come back to reality. I can't stay at home forever. It's great to go out, meet new and nice people, talk, break some moves at the dance floor and have some drinks with the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaving NH I had a guy singing Disney serenades to me by the food stand, really loud also (my friends recording it (thanks!)...lucky for me, the police were close at the street if I would need some back up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not quite sure what's happening today. I ordered a book, so I guess I'll go and get it then I might go to town and walk around, buy some things I need (!?), I miiight just find something I need, in other words.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have a good one!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/410354387523600491-5284267172423408310?l=thentherewasmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/feeds/5284267172423408310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=410354387523600491&amp;postID=5284267172423408310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/5284267172423408310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/5284267172423408310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/2012/01/look-out.html' title='look out!'/><author><name>maria.cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213124678606334834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410354387523600491.post-1178696707320344796</id><published>2012-01-20T10:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:16:29.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>considering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oQxoZY_9ncM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last week SVT1 showed the whole Metallica concert with the Big 4 at Ullevi in Gothenburg from july 2011. I really started to questioning myself why I didn't go (!?!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yepp, this was more or less what I woke up to this morning. Starting off great today. I'm really considering going to the gym, my bag is already packed to go, but I feel so damn lazy, I would rather stay in my bed for some hours. I haven't been to the gym in over four months so it's about time. &lt;i&gt;But then again, I haven't set a playlist for the gym, so I feel no motivation to go...best excuse ever!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/410354387523600491-1178696707320344796?l=thentherewasmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/feeds/1178696707320344796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=410354387523600491&amp;postID=1178696707320344796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/1178696707320344796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/1178696707320344796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/2012/01/considering.html' title='considering'/><author><name>maria.cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213124678606334834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oQxoZY_9ncM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410354387523600491.post-657220128688297288</id><published>2012-01-19T22:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T22:36:41.192+01:00</updated><title type='text'>it's like that</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TLGWQfK-6DY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would say 1997/1998.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;those were there days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/410354387523600491-657220128688297288?l=thentherewasmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/feeds/657220128688297288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=410354387523600491&amp;postID=657220128688297288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/657220128688297288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/657220128688297288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-like-that.html' title='it&apos;s like that'/><author><name>maria.cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213124678606334834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TLGWQfK-6DY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-410354387523600491.post-8909713526129455700</id><published>2012-01-19T21:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T21:53:37.908+01:00</updated><title type='text'>premiere</title><content type='html'>Few changes has been made about the design of my blog. A huge change has been made due to the language. I've been writing in bad portuguese for some years now and I lacked motivation to continue with this blog, so that's why I've come back with new features.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't have the courage to delete all of my posts I've written for the past 3 years, so I've saved them. Now you have to read this in english. Sorry for the inconvenience, but we can't always get what we want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A big news is that I'm done with all of my courses at the University. I'm so glad I can't even describe it in words. So many things are still to come, it ain't over yet, master thesis coming up served on, well, not a silver plate, but almost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/410354387523600491-8909713526129455700?l=thentherewasmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/feeds/8909713526129455700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=410354387523600491&amp;postID=8909713526129455700&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/8909713526129455700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/410354387523600491/posts/default/8909713526129455700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thentherewasmary.blogspot.com/2012/01/premiere.html' title='premiere'/><author><name>maria.cecilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03213124678606334834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
