<?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-7642243762777905068</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:56:47.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brazilian girl in Canada</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braziliangirlincanada.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642243762777905068/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braziliangirlincanada.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Juliana G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904633768246929960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FLRFbpxYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Px7Qt2UF1VM/S220/Flor+008.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642243762777905068.post-6784101834988009618</id><published>2008-12-07T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T12:29:37.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOWFALL WARNING: City of Calgary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10 TO 15 CM OF SNOW TODAY AND TONIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;A DISTURBANCE OVER SOUTHERN BC IS MOVING INTO SOUTHERN ALBERTA FASTER THAN PREVIOUSLY FORECAST. 15 CM OF SNOW HAS ALREADY FALLEN IN JASPER AND ANOTHER 5 TO 10 CM IS EXPECTED TODAY. IN THE BANFF AND KANANASKIS REGIONS SNOWFALL AMOUNTS OF 10 TO 20 CM WILL OCCUR BY EVENING. IN THE CALGARY, AIRDRIE AND OKOTOKS REGIONS 5 TO 10 CM IS EXPECTED TODAY WITH ANOTHER 5 CM TONIGHT. SNOW WILL SPREAD SOUTHWARD INTO THE CROWSNEST PASS REGION THIS AFTERNOON AND 10 TO 15 CM IS POSSIBLE BY MONDAY MORNING. SNOW WILL END OVERNIGHT AND MONDAY MORNING AS THE DISTURBANCE TRACKS SOUTHEASTWARDS INTO MONTANA. AS THE DISTURBANCE CONTINUES TO DEVELOP SNOWFALL WARNINGS MAY BE EXTENDED TO REGIONS IN SOUTHEASTERN ALBERTA WHERE UP TO 10 CM OF SNOW MAY BE COMBINED WITH GUSTY NORTHERLY WINDS TO PRODUCE BLOWING SNOW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you think I will survive??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7642243762777905068-6784101834988009618?l=braziliangirlincanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braziliangirlincanada.blogspot.com/feeds/6784101834988009618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7642243762777905068&amp;postID=6784101834988009618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642243762777905068/posts/default/6784101834988009618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642243762777905068/posts/default/6784101834988009618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braziliangirlincanada.blogspot.com/2008/12/snowfall-warning-city-of-calgary.html' title='SNOWFALL WARNING: City of Calgary'/><author><name>Juliana G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904633768246929960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FLRFbpxYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Px7Qt2UF1VM/S220/Flor+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642243762777905068.post-7188804801948837700</id><published>2008-11-09T23:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:11:31.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and the Taxi Drivers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;      I really don't know what's wrong with me, really, why the taxi drivers never, ever, can find my house? Like, it's not too complicated, o, maybe it's because is 3:30 in the morning - o, ya, I have to be at work 4, so - anyhow, it's a nightmare! And when they find my house, is... another nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;       As soon as I say the adress they ask: Are you going home? And I: NO! I'm going work! And they: Is a bakery? Ooo ya! A delicous bakery! Then they ask where I'm from, and when I say from Brazil, they think this is awesome! And I think is funny. The majority of the taxi drivers are from India, and they think our accent is sexy. Sexy!? Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;      One, especially, was from Paquistan, and the found my house, was good, he ask me a lot of question, but was fine. At the end of the trip, he give his number, so I can call him every day, so he can pick me up. So I did in the other day, everything was fine, but got my number, when I called him, and the nightmare started. He started call me every day, like 3 or more times a day, send me menssages, and I was afraid because he knew where I work, where I live, and my name! O, godness. He said: Ican pick you up when you finished if you want, go buy groceries, and these things. And I didn't know what to do. I told about these with my co-workers and they thought was funny, and I thought was scary! Then, one day I arrived at work and one of the girls said: "You not gonna believe! You know who pick me up today? Ya, the Paquistan guy! And he talked about you all the way, said that you have a beautiful voice, have style, you are cute, beautiful, nice." And I said: "Man! Nobody is beautiful 3:30 in the morning!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;        Anyhow, and he continued call me, and I send him a mensage like this: "CAN YOU PLEASE STOP CALL ME?? I DON'T KNOW YOU AND I DON'T WANT YOU CALL ME ALL THE TIME!"But he didn't stoped. I called the company. And the people said that next time I should call the police. O, ya, meet the cops is gonna be a GOOD ideia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7642243762777905068-7188804801948837700?l=braziliangirlincanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braziliangirlincanada.blogspot.com/feeds/7188804801948837700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7642243762777905068&amp;postID=7188804801948837700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642243762777905068/posts/default/7188804801948837700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642243762777905068/posts/default/7188804801948837700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braziliangirlincanada.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-and-taxi-drivers.html' title='Me and the Taxi Drivers'/><author><name>Juliana G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904633768246929960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FLRFbpxYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Px7Qt2UF1VM/S220/Flor+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642243762777905068.post-3447493204541426334</id><published>2008-10-14T17:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:00:30.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who want to marry Juliana?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/SPUyCAtVdsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/z0vMa2IQS8k/s1600-h/Snapshot_20081014_33.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/SPUx64Ww6uI/AAAAAAAAAG8/p0lQGpPwKhw/s1600-h/Snapshot_20081014_28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257163027654961890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/SPUx64Ww6uI/AAAAAAAAAG8/p0lQGpPwKhw/s320/Snapshot_20081014_28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At work:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Everybody wants to find a husband for me, I said EVERYBODY! The managers of my job, in my second day: “So, do you have a boyfriend?” and I: “No...”, “Ok, we gonna find one for you! What kind do you want?” (Like: “Do you want brownies or apple pie? ”) Then, they finally decided that a fireman or a cop it’s gonna be GOOD for me. That’s all right! Couple weeks after, they came to me and said: “We find the perfect guy for you.” And I confess I was happy and worried about their decision, then they said that he’s middle 30 and have two sons. Sorry, but I don’t want to be a stepmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257161797246512450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/SPUwzQuh7UI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3BF9oxZFmu4/s320/Snapshot_20081014_25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;At Winners:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;We were walking around looking for boots and coats (yes, now I want boots not Havaianas), and this lady turned to me and said: “O! Is this your daughter?” and I: “No, i’m her niece.”, And the lady: “How old are you?” “21.” “I have one son that has your age, he works and goes to university, and comes every Sunday to have dinner with us, here it’s my phone number and my e-mail, call me, you can come one Sunday to meet him.” You know, I’m afriad of this moms that wants to find a girl for their sons, I think he’s a nerd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;At the cab:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;This one is a really looooong story. (Next post I promisse!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And you? Do you want to marry Juliana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257163350747518530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/SPUyNr-CFkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fndBbQjau94/s320/Snapshot_20081014_33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7642243762777905068-3447493204541426334?l=braziliangirlincanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braziliangirlincanada.blogspot.com/feeds/3447493204541426334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7642243762777905068&amp;postID=3447493204541426334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642243762777905068/posts/default/3447493204541426334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642243762777905068/posts/default/3447493204541426334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braziliangirlincanada.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-want-to-marry-juliana.html' title='Who want to marry Juliana?'/><author><name>Juliana G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904633768246929960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FLRFbpxYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Px7Qt2UF1VM/S220/Flor+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/SPUx64Ww6uI/AAAAAAAAAG8/p0lQGpPwKhw/s72-c/Snapshot_20081014_28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642243762777905068.post-9072617657669848843</id><published>2008-10-07T17:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:43:52.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for Change....    AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O, well, I don't have a lot of time to write here, but I try, not hard enough, but i tried. Abou my life? Crazy for Crave! Working at Cookies and Cupcakes Store. I just love it, I always wanted to do this, now I'm doing, and I'm happy! =) The past 2 weeks I was working 4 in the morning until noon, was really good, I was going to the gym too, but I'm still too lazy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Couple weeks ago, a Brazilian guy was shot in downtown. He's blind now. Just one more sad situation in the world. The guy who shot is in jail now. "Justice".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The fall arrive, the cold weather too. Not too cold, not too warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thanksgiving is coming! Turkey and punpikin pie! Sooooo good!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;That's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7642243762777905068-9072617657669848843?l=braziliangirlincanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braziliangirlincanada.blogspot.com/feeds/9072617657669848843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7642243762777905068&amp;postID=9072617657669848843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642243762777905068/posts/default/9072617657669848843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642243762777905068/posts/default/9072617657669848843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braziliangirlincanada.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-for-change-again.html' title='Time for Change....    AGAIN!'/><author><name>Juliana G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904633768246929960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FLRFbpxYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Px7Qt2UF1VM/S220/Flor+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642243762777905068.post-7265701695691087553</id><published>2008-07-16T22:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:16:42.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Without title</title><content type='html'>S, I'm here, in my bedroom, today I had job, nothing too special, but I was thinking about life, love and career, and I still don't know what I want to do for the rest of my life. I really don't know. I'm unsecurity, but happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7642243762777905068-7265701695691087553?l=braziliangirlincanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braziliangirlincanada.blogspot.com/feeds/7265701695691087553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7642243762777905068&amp;postID=7265701695691087553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642243762777905068/posts/default/7265701695691087553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642243762777905068/posts/default/7265701695691087553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braziliangirlincanada.blogspot.com/2008/07/without-title.html' title='Without title'/><author><name>Juliana G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904633768246929960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FLRFbpxYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Px7Qt2UF1VM/S220/Flor+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7642243762777905068.post-8373451211939810777</id><published>2008-07-11T22:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:23:00.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brazilian girl</title><content type='html'>I think the title says a lot: A Brazilian girl in Canada. I've been here for almost 3 months, and I  just love it! It's so nice, I'm in Calgary, the weather here is so crazy, changes all time, my uncle said: If you don't like the weather, wait half an hour! It's so diferent from Brazil, you know, you have more oportunites here, to get a job and to b happy. It's a cultural shock when you arrive, and I think will be another shock when I go back to Brazil, but I don't want to think about this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, that's it. I will try to blog every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sorry for my English, itsn't perfect yet, should be some mistakes, but it's ok right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7642243762777905068-8373451211939810777?l=braziliangirlincanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://braziliangirlincanada.blogspot.com/feeds/8373451211939810777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7642243762777905068&amp;postID=8373451211939810777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642243762777905068/posts/default/8373451211939810777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7642243762777905068/posts/default/8373451211939810777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://braziliangirlincanada.blogspot.com/2008/07/brazilian-girl.html' title='Brazilian girl'/><author><name>Juliana G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904633768246929960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2IoAIhbVmE0/R9FLRFbpxYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Px7Qt2UF1VM/S220/Flor+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
