<?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-6236575300819771703</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:39:58.402-03:00</updated><category term='Blogs to love'/><category term='Architecture'/><category term='Hair'/><category term='Desktop'/><category term='Portraits'/><category term='Deco'/><category term='Magazines'/><category term='Buenos Aires'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Film'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Adverts'/><category term='Random thought'/><category term='0800-HELP'/><category term='Fairytales'/><category term='Accesories'/><category term='Theatre'/><category term='My photos'/><category term='Travels'/><category term='Paris'/><category term='Projects'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Things'/><category term='Makeup'/><category term='Video'/><category term='Middle East'/><category term='A life of travels'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Journal de petits détails</title><subtitle type='html'>Photos, colors, deco, ads and anything that inspires me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-2802302819223274600</id><published>2009-10-05T01:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T01:48:22.139-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A life of travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Life in hidding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4hvtXuO5GzU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4hvtXuO5GzU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ever so often we come across little pieces of history that have gone unseen for ages, until they're brought to light. Such is the case of this little video, the only filmed footage known to date to show Anna Frank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Ssl0c-Af66I/AAAAAAAAAoc/DF7mDHkupMY/s1600-h/Anne+Frank%27s+Diary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Ssl0c-Af66I/AAAAAAAAAoc/DF7mDHkupMY/s400/Anne+Frank%27s+Diary.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;We may read thousands of books in our lifetime, but only a few dozen remain in our minds forever. This is the case for me with Anna Frank's Diary. Perhaps it's because I kept a diary (or several, really) myself, or maybe it's because I read it when I was her exact same age, but this book or rather, her memoirs, have always haunted me. And this year I finally got to see it with my very own, teary eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Ssl0ixiDp1I/AAAAAAAAAos/wXhd0J9ffFw/s1600-h/anne-frank-diary-open.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Ssl0ixiDp1I/AAAAAAAAAos/wXhd0J9ffFw/s400/anne-frank-diary-open.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was the first time ever I cried at a museum, but it was a very powerful sight, getting to see her open diary right there in it's acrylic box. A sight I waited for 10 years and then, this year, I finally got to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The museum is a bit disappointing if you're expecting to see their hidden house intact, the only remains are the book case that hid the secret door and Anna's posters and artists' photos on the walls. But getting to put yourself in her shoes if only for 30 minutes, it was experience I'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Image credits: &lt;a href="http://bristol.indymedia.org/attachments/apr2009/anne_franks_diary_compressed__afs_amsterdam__aff_basel_reproduced_by_permission_of_the_anne_frank_trust_uk.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://jeffwerner.ca/2008/06/anne_frank_house.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Thnx Mary Loneliness for reminding me to post about this!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-2802302819223274600?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/2802302819223274600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=2802302819223274600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/2802302819223274600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/2802302819223274600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-in-hidding.html' title='Life in hidding'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Ssl0c-Af66I/AAAAAAAAAoc/DF7mDHkupMY/s72-c/Anne+Frank%27s+Diary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-4364744588132774361</id><published>2009-09-29T10:15:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T10:25:41.693-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>It ain't over 'till it's over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SsIJm325pHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/jWFsTSpWONM/s1600-h/Gray+coat+-+The+Sartorialist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386878667722433650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SsIJm325pHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/jWFsTSpWONM/s400/Gray+coat+-+The+Sartorialist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently all the &lt;a href="http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/09/spring-time.html"&gt;Spring celebrations&lt;/a&gt; last week meant nothing to the Universe, as it's been unbelievably cold ever since! And I refuse to post cute little summery dresses until the weather decides to act accordingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the mean while, I'm loving this gorgeous grey coat, found by &lt;a href="http://thesartorialist.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Sartorialist&lt;/a&gt;. I know, I know, it looks dangerously similar to my grey coat, but I'm loving those ruffles!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-4364744588132774361?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/4364744588132774361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=4364744588132774361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/4364744588132774361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/4364744588132774361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-aint-over-till-its-over.html' title='It ain&apos;t over &apos;till it&apos;s over'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SsIJm325pHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/jWFsTSpWONM/s72-c/Gray+coat+-+The+Sartorialist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-8325583709362501654</id><published>2009-09-28T00:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T01:41:55.414-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0800-HELP'/><title type='text'>You're disturbing my Oboe practice!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;My neigbour has been unbelievably annoying this weekend! It's funny 'cause for the past 12 years we haven't even noticed anyone there, I don't even think I've seen anyone take the elevator to that floor either. And I think it's an eldery couple, but our theory is that their grandkid moved in with them recently, because at really odd hours he just cranks the volume up on the stereo and bangs something... so loud I asumed it was the neigbour upstairs. I got to the verge of &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; grabbing a broom&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;hitting the ceiling *&lt;a href="http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/friends/images/thumb/1/13/Heckles.jpg/250px-Heckles.jpg"&gt;Mr Heckles&lt;/a&gt; style...until we realised it's some jerk on the floor &lt;i&gt;below &lt;/i&gt;ours. WEIRD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;I was browsing the web when I came across this sign... I loooove it!! I would so totally do that! Rat the brat on the elevator with a&amp;nbsp;similar&amp;nbsp;note! *Muahahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SsAupr5bpxI/AAAAAAAAAoE/3SJPmQGMYCo/s1600-h/Passive+agressive.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SsAupr5bpxI/AAAAAAAAAoE/3SJPmQGMYCo/s400/Passive+agressive.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have a lovely Monday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Note via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com/2009/09/17/the-good-samaritan/"&gt;Passive agessive notes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6236575300819771703-8325583709362501654?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/8325583709362501654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=8325583709362501654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/8325583709362501654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/8325583709362501654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/09/youre-disturbing-my-oboe-practice.html' title='You&apos;re disturbing my Oboe practice!*'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SsAupr5bpxI/AAAAAAAAAoE/3SJPmQGMYCo/s72-c/Passive+agressive.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-5425328237345196562</id><published>2009-09-25T00:48:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:49:51.118-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A life of travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris'/><title type='text'>Paris daydreaming with P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O3CkfvYMCWM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O3CkfvYMCWM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having a hard time adjusting back to the "real life" (meaning: vacations are &lt;i&gt;over&lt;/i&gt;) and I keep having this flash back images going on in my head at random times of places and people and all the things I was doing 3 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm totally loving this song, loving the video, and totally loving/missing P who's having the time of his life in Barcelona! Click play to see this gorgeous story (never mind the fights :P). How can you not be totally in-love with life when you get to see Europe with the love of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lovely, love-filled weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O3CkfvYMCWM&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#t=204"&gt;&lt;i&gt;French Navy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Camera Obscura, via&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://blackeiffel.blogspot.com/2009/04/camera-obsura-french-navy.html"&gt;Black Eiffel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-5425328237345196562?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/5425328237345196562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=5425328237345196562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/5425328237345196562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/5425328237345196562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/09/paris-daydreaming-with-p.html' title='Paris daydreaming with P'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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-6236575300819771703.post-6016257885707743619</id><published>2009-09-24T00:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T01:12:20.684-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fairytales'/><title type='text'>Make a wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SrrqFSCiL4I/AAAAAAAAAn8/5JgudjXAkdQ/s1600-h/19+deseos.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SrrqFSCiL4I/AAAAAAAAAn8/5JgudjXAkdQ/s400/19+deseos.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that today it's been one year since &lt;a href="http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/09/bienvenue.html"&gt;my first post&lt;/a&gt; here at Journal de Petits Details? How cool is that, uh? Yeah, I've been on and off for a while, but today is the day when I started writing a year ago, and I think that's pretty big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to celebrate I wanted to share with you this wonderful story in the video below. I&amp;nbsp;recommend&amp;nbsp;that you turn on your speakers (it doesn't have to be very loud, it is just music after all) as you watch this story about a couple at war told by this unbelievably talented artist on Ukraine's got Talent, of whom I promise to do more reaserch later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never seen a story being told with sand, light and music before and I was blown away like the whole audience sitting there watching the show. And it made me think how sometimes we complain that we don't really have any talents in us, that we can't really do anything &lt;i&gt;special enough... &lt;/i&gt;After watching this video I started thinking: well... maybe we weren't really looking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z1JZ9O15280&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z1JZ9O15280&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Diecinueve deseos&lt;/i&gt; photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nicamom/3766546973/"&gt;NicaMom&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-6016257885707743619?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/6016257885707743619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=6016257885707743619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6016257885707743619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6016257885707743619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-wish.html' title='Make a wish'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SrrqFSCiL4I/AAAAAAAAAn8/5JgudjXAkdQ/s72-c/19+deseos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-6837657562997762199</id><published>2009-09-22T22:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:45:00.525-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accesories'/><title type='text'>Men in glasses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SrhOemCrSeI/AAAAAAAAAns/hR34eSOYr0k/s1600-h/Justin+Timberlake+with+glasses.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SrhOemCrSeI/AAAAAAAAAns/hR34eSOYr0k/s400/Justin+Timberlake+with+glasses.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SrhOnJ8ATRI/AAAAAAAAAn0/O_cWzW9PNvs/s1600-h/Simon+Baker+with+glasses.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SrhOnJ8ATRI/AAAAAAAAAn0/O_cWzW9PNvs/s400/Simon+Baker+with+glasses.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Men in glasses are hot. And that's all I've got to say about it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it works out just fine that my guy wears glasses too ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Photo credits: Justin Timberlake and Simon Baker at the 61st Emmy Awards by Kevin Winter / Getty Images, via&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/photos/?i=50&amp;amp;gri=832&amp;amp;grti=1001&amp;amp;tag=main;photo_stream"&gt;tv.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-6837657562997762199?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/6837657562997762199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=6837657562997762199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6837657562997762199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6837657562997762199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/09/men-in-glasses.html' title='Men in glasses...'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SrhOemCrSeI/AAAAAAAAAns/hR34eSOYr0k/s72-c/Justin+Timberlake+with+glasses.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-7671357844854462060</id><published>2009-09-21T23:59:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:52:31.412-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My photos'/><title type='text'>Spring time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SrhFiwtE7TI/AAAAAAAAAnU/_WAGvVb67bo/s1600-h/Flower+shop+in+Paris.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SrhFiwtE7TI/AAAAAAAAAnU/_WAGvVb67bo/s400/Flower+shop+in+Paris.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yes!! It's finally here!! So sorry about you guys in the northern hemisphere, but it was about time &lt;i&gt;we &lt;/i&gt;got to clear out our closets to make room for fun, flirty skirts and tanks, strappy sandals and open bedroom windows. Time to move into the end of the year and start planning beach escapades and romantic nights outside (if only in a balcony...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SrhF2QnpVOI/AAAAAAAAAnc/ZXszN07bR1w/s1600-h/Flower+shop+-+Monnickendam.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SrhF2QnpVOI/AAAAAAAAAnc/ZXszN07bR1w/s400/Flower+shop+-+Monnickendam.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I was waiting for this day like a kid waits for the break during Math class.... and even though it might be cold and cloudy tomorrow, today was just perfect! (even though we're no longer students thus not having Spring Day off).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SrhHUEdBF5I/AAAAAAAAAnk/uC2fQJ6i2yg/s1600-h/Flowers+in+Regents+Park.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SrhHUEdBF5I/AAAAAAAAAnk/uC2fQJ6i2yg/s400/Flowers+in+Regents+Park.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a cute little office picnic by Puerto Madero, how about you?? Are you as giddy and excited as I am about this spring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Flower shop in Quartier Latin, Paris; Flower shop in Monnickendam, Holland and Flowers at Regent's Park, London all by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-7671357844854462060?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/7671357844854462060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=7671357844854462060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/7671357844854462060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/7671357844854462060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/09/spring-time.html' title='Spring time!!'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SrhFiwtE7TI/AAAAAAAAAnU/_WAGvVb67bo/s72-c/Flower+shop+in+Paris.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-7246699007427113088</id><published>2009-09-19T20:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:55:52.274-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A life of travels'/><title type='text'>Commitment issues?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SrVsPvFlg1I/AAAAAAAAAmY/4YvB18-wY44/s1600-h/suitcases.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SrVsPvFlg1I/AAAAAAAAAmY/4YvB18-wY44/s400/suitcases.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss this blog. I miss your comments, and I miss all the other &amp;nbsp;blogs I used to spend ages on. Would you say I have commitment issues? I mean, after all, I can't seem to be able to keep this blog updated with no interruptions for more than a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back from Europe a couple of weeks ago, and I still seem to have some sort of ever-going jet lag I never experienced before... what's that all about?? My body doesn't seem to get along with this time zone at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, I'm back! Back at the office, back catching up with friends, and back trying not to fall back on the old routine, but trying to remember all the revolutionary ideas I came back with. Let's see how long I can keep it up!! But for now, I'd just be content with getting rid of the suitcase that has been lying in the middle of my room ever since I came back. I guess I like the feeling of a half filled suitcase, not really showing wether you're leaving or if you just came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Photo by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://moderniteter.devote.se/"&gt;Amanda and Olivia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;, via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lolitas.se/index.php/2009/02/15/moderniteter/"&gt;Lolita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-7246699007427113088?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/7246699007427113088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=7246699007427113088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/7246699007427113088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/7246699007427113088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/09/commitment-issues.html' title='Commitment issues?'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SrVsPvFlg1I/AAAAAAAAAmY/4YvB18-wY44/s72-c/suitcases.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-7223318905590482139</id><published>2009-08-05T00:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:37:29.510-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0800-HELP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deco'/><title type='text'>Le boudoir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Snj9JAKFmTI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/MIDSYdEhWws/s400/Le+boudoir.jpg" vj="true" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very very sleepy, and that might, in part, be the reason why I'm loving these rooms' pictures so much!! I just had to share. Wish I had a bit of time to fix up my room the way I'd love it. That way I could kiss away my trerrible sleeping habits!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bonne nuit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Awesome photos via &lt;a href="http://floram.tumblr.com/post/133676407/via-overflowing"&gt;Wonder&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-7223318905590482139?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/7223318905590482139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=7223318905590482139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/7223318905590482139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/7223318905590482139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/08/le-boudoir.html' title='Le boudoir'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Snj9JAKFmTI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/MIDSYdEhWws/s72-c/Le+boudoir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-334469738509212683</id><published>2009-07-31T00:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:50:00.949-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portraits'/><title type='text'>Unwind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SnJpT0AhqAI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Mw4V9H6SoUk/s1600-h/Looking+out+the+window.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SnJpT0AhqAI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Mw4V9H6SoUk/s400/Looking+out+the+window.jpg" vj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a tranquil, relaxing and lovely weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melancoly&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;a href="http://candy-eyed.deviantart.com/"&gt;candy-eyed&lt;/a&gt;, via &lt;a href="http://kari-shma.tumblr.com/post/126498401/melancholy-by-candy-eyed"&gt;Twenty three&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-334469738509212683?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/334469738509212683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=334469738509212683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/334469738509212683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/334469738509212683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/07/unwind.html' title='Unwind'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SnJpT0AhqAI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Mw4V9H6SoUk/s72-c/Looking+out+the+window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-3232453346979931122</id><published>2009-07-30T00:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:58:07.226-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0800-HELP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buenos Aires'/><title type='text'>Addicted</title><content type='html'>I have this terrible addiction... and I'm not talking about chocolate, nor Paris, shoes or travelling. This is an addiction I can't quite seem to manage (much like chocolate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SnES9W-ce8I/AAAAAAAAAlw/Q-ToD8qp654/s1600-h/Taxi1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SnES9W-ce8I/AAAAAAAAAlw/Q-ToD8qp654/s400/Taxi1.JPG" vj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, even if by chance I do happen to hear the 5th alarm go off on time,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;always seem to take longer and longer to get ready&amp;nbsp;every morning, and I wind up being unnecessarily late. Don't ask me why, it just happens that way. And "oh, I'm late again" and I hail a&amp;nbsp;taxi on my way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every freakin' morning by&amp;nbsp;now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SnETEaDrOeI/AAAAAAAAAl4/KZq-XGaVdYw/s1600-h/Taxi2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SnETEaDrOeI/AAAAAAAAAl4/KZq-XGaVdYw/s400/Taxi2.JPG" vj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course it's ridiculous! And I'm totally cheap on&amp;nbsp;other things, but a taxi is never money wasted. There's something in being driven to work, having all that back seat space to yourself. Not having to push your way around a&amp;nbsp; busy train station. Not holding onto your purse like a life&amp;nbsp;vest, riding with the train's doors one centimetre from your&amp;nbsp; face.... I know it's ridiculous, and it needs to stop now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SnETOr5HA6I/AAAAAAAAAmA/dxHYzx-nmWQ/s1600-h/Taxi3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SnETOr5HA6I/AAAAAAAAAmA/dxHYzx-nmWQ/s400/Taxi3.JPG" vj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still... there's nothing like a good conversation with a nice taxi driver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Taxi #1: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jakeandsam/304387851/"&gt;Jake&amp;amp;Sam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Taxi #2: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/silviarinaldi/3617978762/"&gt;Silvia.R&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Taxi #3: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/donovan1975/3087175272/"&gt;michaelsdonovan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-3232453346979931122?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/3232453346979931122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=3232453346979931122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/3232453346979931122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/3232453346979931122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/07/addicted.html' title='Addicted'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SnES9W-ce8I/AAAAAAAAAlw/Q-ToD8qp654/s72-c/Taxi1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-6114925121180537933</id><published>2009-07-29T00:57:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T01:05:38.154-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portraits'/><title type='text'>Gorgeousness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sm_IrZaVH5I/AAAAAAAAAlg/Sxi9C8_JwfA/s1600-h/Audrey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363726329102802834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sm_IrZaVH5I/AAAAAAAAAlg/Sxi9C8_JwfA/s400/Audrey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she gorgeous, or is she gorgeous??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the short absence... but on Monday I fell asleeep with my clothes on, only to wake up at 3.45am and see all my blog finds scattered on the screen, and don't even get me started with workaholic Tuesday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Audrey via&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://myfairlady.tumblr.com/post/149018188"&gt;How to steal a million?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-6114925121180537933?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/6114925121180537933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=6114925121180537933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6114925121180537933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6114925121180537933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/07/gorgeousness.html' title='Gorgeousness'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sm_IrZaVH5I/AAAAAAAAAlg/Sxi9C8_JwfA/s72-c/Audrey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-3553564412114366485</id><published>2009-07-27T00:55:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:06:26.760-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fairytales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>Pure brilliance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-94JhLEiN0&amp;amp;color1=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" feature="player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=" color2="0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this doesn't show the true meaning of a wedding &lt;em&gt;celebration&lt;/em&gt;, I don't know what does. I'm absolutely loving this vid, and I even shed a few tears. It's absolutely brilliant! And it totally pumped me up for the upcoming summer weddings!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love it and wish you could break free of all the usual wedding protocol? ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: If you make me bride's maid I would totally wear sunglasses for you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Found it via &lt;a href="http://joannagoddard.blogspot.com/2009/07/dancing-wedding-entrance.html"&gt;A cup of Jo&lt;/a&gt;&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/6236575300819771703-3553564412114366485?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/3553564412114366485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=3553564412114366485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/3553564412114366485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/3553564412114366485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/07/pure-brilliance.html' title='Pure brilliance'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-7892095452457692379</id><published>2009-07-24T01:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T01:52:39.596-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs to love'/><title type='text'>Totally loving it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/im_trying/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=8989443"&gt;&lt;img alt="I'm trying" border="0" height="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnZwcWI4QVJLM2hHdHY2NnpxTVQ3dVEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="I'm trying" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/im_trying/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=8989443"&gt;I'm trying&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://scanning.tumblr.com/"&gt;scanning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; about this ensamble!! Too bad it's too cold right now to give it a try, but I seriously love it! A little bit of pink here, some nude there and wrap it all up in black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm adding Scanning's tumbr blog to my "blogs to love" 'cause she always has the perfect photo, her finds are amazing! and I'm sure you'll love it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend! Let it snow, let it snow, let it snooooow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-7892095452457692379?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/7892095452457692379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=7892095452457692379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/7892095452457692379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/7892095452457692379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/07/totally-loving-it.html' title='Totally loving it'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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-6236575300819771703.post-8338967730976694888</id><published>2009-07-22T23:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:55:45.923-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0800-HELP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buenos Aires'/><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SmfQd_YvjlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/RCpUgCaN0yg/s1600-h/It+snowed.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SmfQd_YvjlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/RCpUgCaN0yg/s400/It+snowed.JPG" zj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, if I went to sleep an hour and a half earlier than usual, did I keep on sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, if I have five alarms strategicalky scheduled at different times for me to get up ontime,&amp;nbsp;I heard none?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I overslept on the day I had important&amp;nbsp;stuff to do &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; going to the office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I&amp;nbsp;have to leave the house in such a rush I couldn't even see the weather forecast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I, on the coldest day of the year, leave the house on ballerina flats and no socks??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why on Earth is it snowing all over Argentina, exept in Buenos Aires?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It snowed&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bellakotak/3259296640/"&gt;.bella.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-8338967730976694888?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/8338967730976694888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=8338967730976694888' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/8338967730976694888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/8338967730976694888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/07/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SmfQd_YvjlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/RCpUgCaN0yg/s72-c/It+snowed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-2008402499709604928</id><published>2009-07-21T01:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:22:26.437-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portraits'/><title type='text'>On being freinds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SmU7-MKm_KI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/_C2ePUBZe5c/s1600-h/Photo+by+Shirley+Baker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SmU7-MKm_KI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/_C2ePUBZe5c/s400/Photo+by+Shirley+Baker.jpg" zj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 20th is Friends' Day in Argentina, and of course I realise that you don't celebrate friendship, the whole of it, just on one day, but it does give you a chance to get out of&amp;nbsp;your daily routine (no matter if it's&amp;nbsp;Monday, you're tyred, you've got exams, you crashed your car,&amp;nbsp;your moving into a new house or you're psychosomatic about Influenza A) and&amp;nbsp;express, share and care for each other on this day, as you would any other day. But at least like this, with an almost National Day dedicated to friendship, you get to celebrate and gather your bestest friends around you no matter what's going on in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I spent it the best way you could: around a big ravioli plate, lots of chocoalte for desert, and all the stories that happened to us from our last reunion (last Friday night)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay to Friends' Day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Girls in Manchester photographed&amp;nbsp;by Shirley Baker, from the Mary Evans Picture Library (found &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/vintagephoto/3446224.html?style=mine"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-2008402499709604928?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/2008402499709604928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=2008402499709604928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/2008402499709604928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/2008402499709604928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-being-freinds.html' title='On being freinds'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SmU7-MKm_KI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/_C2ePUBZe5c/s72-c/Photo+by+Shirley+Baker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-4431765418120550526</id><published>2009-07-17T01:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T01:06:58.962-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buenos Aires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Chez Pauline</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sl_1ThP6WbI/AAAAAAAAAlI/i6mLmkXLeEM/s1600-h/Macaron.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sl_1ThP6WbI/AAAAAAAAAlI/i6mLmkXLeEM/s400/Macaron.jpg" zj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So found this cute little place she took me to yesterday for tea, and let me tell you I just adored it! &lt;a href="http://www.chezpauline.com.ar/index.htm"&gt;Chez Pauline&lt;/a&gt; in Recoleta, is a &lt;em&gt;maison de thé&lt;/em&gt; where you can walk in and buy some really exquisite teas and pastries or sit down at one of their little tables and enjoy a pot of tea and a pain au chocotate, brioche or the day's cakes with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried the Bouquet de Provence tea: black Ceilán tea with lavender flowers from Provence and sliced almonds (to die for!). Unfortunately they didn't have any macarons at the time, I guess that's what happens when you show up for tea time at 7pm... so we settled for home made toast with butter and countryside honey instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the look, and if you buy a can of tea, you can get discounts on refills later on, no need to buy the can again afterwards! I deffinitely need to get back for one and give those macarons a try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Photo from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/runmia_run/3398348530/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;.&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/6236575300819771703-4431765418120550526?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/4431765418120550526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=4431765418120550526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/4431765418120550526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/4431765418120550526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/07/chez-pauline.html' title='Chez Pauline'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sl_1ThP6WbI/AAAAAAAAAlI/i6mLmkXLeEM/s72-c/Macaron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-1647778078789324040</id><published>2009-07-16T00:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:53:18.135-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desktop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portraits'/><title type='text'>25th!</title><content type='html'>I realise I can't keep appearing and disapearing like that... but after the 2 working days week I had, and this Monday being my birthday and all I've been running everywhere and just now got the time to sit down and type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great 25th birthday! I got lots of calls from far far away, my friends came over, and I got the coolest presents: a day at a spa!, gorgeous clothes, $, and a cool new handbag. But I wanted to post about a particular present that flew in all the way from London, UK, and when I opended it I actually squealed out loud!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge for yourselves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sl6keUjPc6I/AAAAAAAAAlA/ZI6u7cObjjQ/s1600-h/Wills.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sl6keUjPc6I/AAAAAAAAAlA/ZI6u7cObjjQ/s400/Wills.JPG" border="0" zj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until I get to London!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*When I showed this postcard to my grandma she just looked at it and said that she "can't believe what things are coming to... a prince shouldn't dress like this... it looks like a picture of a movie star rather than the heir to the British throne". LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-1647778078789324040?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/1647778078789324040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=1647778078789324040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/1647778078789324040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/1647778078789324040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/07/25th.html' title='25th!'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sl6keUjPc6I/AAAAAAAAAlA/ZI6u7cObjjQ/s72-c/Wills.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-7241309177221235030</id><published>2009-07-07T01:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:16:02.090-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Bursting into song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7EYAUazLI9k&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7EYAUazLI9k&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend shared this with me today and I just &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to show you too. I know it's nothing new by now, a large group of people suddenly bursting into dance and having people "out of nowhere" start daancing along to one song, but it still fascinates me. Specially looking on stander by's expressions going from shock into full smiles. And I admit it, if this&amp;nbsp;happened to me any&amp;nbsp;random day at Retiro station&amp;nbsp;I would most deffinitely join the crowd and start singing and dancing along, I mean, it's&lt;em&gt; The soud of music&lt;/em&gt;!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click play and enjoy! It gets particularly freakish right in the middle. I dare you not to start singing along in your head while you're sitting at the office!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx Sof!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-7241309177221235030?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/7241309177221235030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=7241309177221235030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/7241309177221235030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/7241309177221235030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/07/bursting-into-song.html' title='Bursting into song'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-8417077353820589507</id><published>2009-07-06T01:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T01:48:48.780-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><title type='text'>By general request...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SlGAhLfbzeI/AAAAAAAAAkw/-AdraxnDTJg/s1600-h/Dancing+tower.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SlGAhLfbzeI/AAAAAAAAAkw/-AdraxnDTJg/s400/Dancing+tower.jpg" border="0" xj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And so I'm back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;from outter space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just walked in to find you here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;with that smile upon your face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm back, cause the blog had to be back. It really isn't its fault that I'm working like crazy at the office, and life and whatnot, so it's back! (Although I might start resenting you reader in the short term, when my boss' looking over my shoulder trying to figure out what I'm so intently typing about).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it makes you feel any better, I haven't changed my Facebook photo since January, so there! Oh!! And before I forget... I'm going to Paris this *Europen* summer!! Could things get any better right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: It feels good to be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dancing tower&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stephaniekac/282504019/in/set-72157610335759462/"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-8417077353820589507?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/8417077353820589507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=8417077353820589507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/8417077353820589507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/8417077353820589507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/07/by-general-request.html' title='By general request...'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SlGAhLfbzeI/AAAAAAAAAkw/-AdraxnDTJg/s72-c/Dancing+tower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-441507686287790905</id><published>2009-05-21T22:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:48:34.195-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0800-HELP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buenos Aires'/><title type='text'>Culturise thyselves!!</title><content type='html'>Today I was hit in the face with reality: I'm old. No, seriously, I'm 24, but I'm already old. I needed to get to a doctor's appointment and the train wouldn't come, so I had to fly out of the train station and I hailed, what now is, the most expensive taxi ride I ever took... Why, you ask? Why did I have to get on a&amp;nbsp; taxi and not ride a&amp;nbsp;bus? Because there was the most ridiculous traffic &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; and I was already late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We din't realy know why we had to come to a halt every other 10 meters....the taxi driver kept promising that past Pueyrredón Av it would be fine and we would speed up, but we never did. Why? I was wondering the exact same thing, until suddenly I vagely remembered hearing about a band that was playing at River Stadium tonight. So who was playing? JONAS BROTHERS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8JUvbJekM88&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8JUvbJekM88&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, readers, I amit it, I have &lt;em&gt;heard &lt;/em&gt;the name before, as in I have&amp;nbsp;heard those two words in a sentence... but I just couldn't think of a song I knew they&amp;nbsp;played, or really even picture them in my mind. Judging from the isnanity vibe&amp;nbsp;and screams coming in&amp;nbsp;from River Stadium (2km away) there must be thousands of teenage girls who do know them. You would not believe their screams every 15 seconds or so, carried by the&amp;nbsp;wind into my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who are the? Are this generation's Hanson Brothers? Are they the next Back Street Boys?? I wish I had a 14 year-old reader to explain all this to me and make me feel like I'm not really that old just yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hear more songs by Jonas Brothers (and realise it's not spelt "&lt;strong&gt;Jona's&lt;/strong&gt;" like I thought at first) visit their &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/JonasBrothersMusic"&gt;Official Youtube Channel&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-441507686287790905?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/441507686287790905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=441507686287790905' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/441507686287790905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/441507686287790905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/05/culturise-thyselves.html' title='Culturise thyselves!!'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-5484908238748271312</id><published>2009-05-12T14:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:23:59.189-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buenos Aires'/><title type='text'>Oid mortales!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="318" width="424"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://videos.lanacion.com.ar/flash/player/embed.swf?file=id=9429,46," /&gt;&lt;param name="file" value="id=9429,46," /&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="file=id=9429,46," width="424" height="318" src="http://videos.lanacion.com.ar/flash/player/embed_v4.swf?file=id=9429,46," type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was our National Anthem's day, and perhaps it doesn't seem like such a big story to post about... but it's our anthem and I love it! And I'm not just saying that 'cause I'm Argentine, it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the video above it's being played at Plaza de Mayo, across from the Casa Rosada, by the Regimiento Patricios Military band, who I think are excellent! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really know if this is much of a story at all... but we don't usually make a huge deal of our national symbols and I thought it was a good time to spread the sound!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-5484908238748271312?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/5484908238748271312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=5484908238748271312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/5484908238748271312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/5484908238748271312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/05/oid-mortales.html' title='Oid mortales!'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-6633796518276062010</id><published>2009-05-08T14:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:34:47.530-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>Bon weekend!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x46/multifobia/Amelie/Amelie_moto_xD.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x46/multifobia/Amelie/Amelie_moto_xD.gif" width="420" yi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... riding around Paris in a bike... I NEED&amp;nbsp;A VACATION ASAP!! Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wiJVSMFLZ6g"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to have the background music and I promise you'll stare at this .gif for hours, I know I did!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been a bit crazy on this side of the screen, hope yours was&amp;nbsp;a lot better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lovely weekend!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amélie&lt;/em&gt; animation&amp;nbsp;from &lt;a href="http://oldfilmsflicker.tumblr.com/post/97740661/am-lie-this-is-my-favorite-movie-from-the-last"&gt;The poor dancing girl she won't dance again&lt;/a&gt;, via &lt;a href="http://audreyhepburncomplex.tumblr.com/"&gt;Audrey Hepburn Complex&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-6633796518276062010?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/6633796518276062010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=6633796518276062010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6633796518276062010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6633796518276062010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/05/bon-weekend.html' title='Bon weekend!!'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x46/multifobia/Amelie/th_Amelie_moto_xD.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-1069453874622715471</id><published>2009-05-06T00:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:59:18.490-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accesories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adverts'/><title type='text'>Chanel N° 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ljQDJ4EILc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ljQDJ4EILc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you that just love perfum, enjoy a good romantic movie with Audrey Tautou,&amp;nbsp;adore a good Billy Holliday song or simply lust for Chanel N° 5, here's the new film by Jean-Pierre Jeunet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day daydreaming of train love affairs, gorgeous strangers and sleeping in trains (which I love!!) I can't seem to get enough of these,&amp;nbsp;with &lt;em&gt;Before Sunrise&lt;/em&gt; and all. For another great perfum ad click &lt;a href="http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/02/miss-dior-cherie.html"&gt;Miss Dior Chérie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: It's totally worth it to click on the HD (High Deffinition) button if to see it in great quality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-1069453874622715471?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/1069453874622715471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=1069453874622715471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/1069453874622715471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/1069453874622715471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-all-of-you-that-just-love-perfum.html' title='Chanel N° 5'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-2238373523326927157</id><published>2009-05-05T15:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:59:19.460-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><title type='text'>The week started again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(There should've been&amp;nbsp;a photo here but Blogger is being funny today)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I've been &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; bad these past few days and I've been away from the blog a bit too long, I guess I took Workers' Day too seriously... that and the fact that yesterday I had a French exam, and the schemming about the trip and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&amp;nbsp;all is well and I'm back in the blogosphere, trying to dish up something you'd love. So stick around for some cute stuff this week! (either that or my usual random thoughts)&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-2238373523326927157?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/2238373523326927157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=2238373523326927157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/2238373523326927157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/2238373523326927157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/05/week-started-again.html' title='The week started again'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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-6236575300819771703.post-4421420737168576809</id><published>2009-04-29T18:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:39:32.837-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>I did it!! I FINALLY finished it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SfU4sYq2X5I/AAAAAAAAAjg/Z04GlbNtOco/s1600-h/Monasterio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SfU4sYq2X5I/AAAAAAAAAjg/Z04GlbNtOco/s400/Monasterio.jpg" yi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished &lt;em&gt;The name of the rose&lt;/em&gt; by Umberto Eco!! Bid deal, right? Well... it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt;! It's the longest book I've ever read, and I don't mean long as in many pages,&amp;nbsp;I've read longer... but the plot just takes &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt; to reveal!!&amp;nbsp;I started it in February and&amp;nbsp;just finished it this weekend.&amp;nbsp;I suppose it's&amp;nbsp;a great book for Filosophy and Theology lovers, and I could deffinitely hear, waaaay back in my head, my professor from Senior year in High School mentioning and explaining a whole lot about this book. In those days I had decided that&amp;nbsp;Filosophy wasn't one of the "important" classes and I pretty much ignored it and studied enough for exams... now I kind of regreat not even trying to follow that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you might think I'm crazy posting about being happy for finishing a book, but I think I'm one of the only people I know who has actually finished it! How about you? Did you even try?? What did you think: masterpiece or stuck-up, presumptuous literature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Photo from &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/octet_ie/pic9.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-4421420737168576809?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/4421420737168576809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=4421420737168576809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/4421420737168576809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/4421420737168576809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-did-it-i-finally-finished-it.html' title='I did it!! I FINALLY finished it!!'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SfU4sYq2X5I/AAAAAAAAAjg/Z04GlbNtOco/s72-c/Monasterio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-2995636473439805436</id><published>2009-04-27T15:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:11:23.713-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Anette is leaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SfU583taxBI/AAAAAAAAAjo/n7d4KaaLf6Y/s1600-h/redsuitcase.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SfU583taxBI/AAAAAAAAAjo/n7d4KaaLf6Y/s400/redsuitcase.JPG" yi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She carries a lot of suitcases &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but all of them are empty &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because she's expecting to completely fill them &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with life by the end of this trip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then she'll come home and sort everything out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and do it all again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;- Story people&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the photo above with it's text and all and I thought it was perfect to farewell Anette, who's just about to get on a plane and fly off to the land of the Big Ben to fulfill her dream of getting out there and see what happens, and travel, and have the time of her life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anette, we're terribly happy for you!! You shall be missed, though, so you'd better send many many many photos from London!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Photo and text from &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14811117@N02/2862029207"&gt;mainemomma2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-2995636473439805436?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/2995636473439805436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=2995636473439805436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/2995636473439805436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/2995636473439805436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/04/anette-is-leaving.html' title='Anette is leaving'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SfU583taxBI/AAAAAAAAAjo/n7d4KaaLf6Y/s72-c/redsuitcase.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-6470228246017425708</id><published>2009-04-23T02:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T01:01:24.917-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buenos Aires'/><title type='text'>On the other side of the globe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sea-a8i5p7I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/xdmRdkHo07Y/s1600-h/Congo01_Layer-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sea-a8i5p7I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/xdmRdkHo07Y/s400/Congo01_Layer-11.jpg" yi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sea-gq3Ud5I/AAAAAAAAAiY/6BSpgBLBhuU/s1600-h/Congo04_Layer-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sea-gq3Ud5I/AAAAAAAAAiY/6BSpgBLBhuU/s400/Congo04_Layer-11.jpg" yi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sea-mnn2gGI/AAAAAAAAAig/W0xZn6_fOV4/s1600-h/Congo07_Layer-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sea-mnn2gGI/AAAAAAAAAig/W0xZn6_fOV4/s400/Congo07_Layer-12.jpg" yi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this amazing photographic presetation at the &lt;a href="http://www.alianzafrancesa.org.ar/esp/index.htm#"&gt;Aliance Française of Buenos Aires&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;going on these days, organised&amp;nbsp;to celebrate &lt;a href="http://www.mdm.org.ar/template.php?file=redinternacional/red/quees.html"&gt;Médecins du Monde&lt;/a&gt;'s 10&amp;nbsp;years in Argentina with photos by some&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; good photographers depicting life in some of the harshest places in our planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the serie that caught my eye is&amp;nbsp;"Crisis&amp;nbsp;in Congo" by Andrew McConnell. The photos are unbelievable, the kind that just take your breath away as they&amp;nbsp;open a huge question mark or unleash a turmoil of thoughts in your head. The first thing I thought when I saw the first picture was: "Gosh, there's someone sleeping in those huts tonight". I know it's silly, but it's not a thought that occurs to you when you go about doing your regular stuff. It caught me by surprise as I was going to my French classes. And it made me think of the times when I wanted to work with refugees and the UN in my teen years... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a whole world out there, and sometimes I feel like we're completely disconnected from it, from &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt;. And I know there's a lot of people in need right here too, but when you read about the millions of people that are being pushed out of their land into refugee camps due to the political interests of a few... it just makes you think, and not be comfortably seated in a cubicle any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;To see more mindblowing photos by Andrew McConnell click&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.andrewmcconnell.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-6470228246017425708?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/6470228246017425708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=6470228246017425708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6470228246017425708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6470228246017425708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-other-side-of-globe.html' title='On the other side of the globe'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sea-a8i5p7I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/xdmRdkHo07Y/s72-c/Congo01_Layer-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-4915272055120178390</id><published>2009-04-22T01:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T01:18:57.008-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magazines'/><title type='text'>C'est ça que j'adore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Se6Wizx_TqI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ERyVRHt_La4/s1600-h/Emily+Blunt+-+Dior.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Se6Wizx_TqI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ERyVRHt_La4/s400/Emily+Blunt+-+Dior.jpg" yi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Since I was a little girl I have always secretly&amp;nbsp;wanted a dress like this, with a full skirt to bounce around me everytime I danced, or walked or twirled.&amp;nbsp;Besides, I dare you to walk down the Hall of Mirrors at Versailles,&amp;nbsp;and look at yourself in one of the mirrors and not pretend that you have one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think this Dior gown is too much for a wedding?? I love it!! Oh! And in case the model's face looks kind of familiar to you but you can't quite place her... it's Emily Blunt: Emily from &lt;em&gt;The Devil wears Prada&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Gorgeous Dior gown photographed by Michael Roberts for &lt;a href="http://www.vanityfair.com/style/features/2009/05/emily-blunt-portfolio200905?slide=3#globalNav"&gt;Vanity Fair&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(via &lt;a href="http://tweexcore.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tweexcore&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-4915272055120178390?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/4915272055120178390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=4915272055120178390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/4915272055120178390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/4915272055120178390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/04/cest-ca-que-jadore.html' title='C&apos;est ça que j&apos;adore'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Se6Wizx_TqI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ERyVRHt_La4/s72-c/Emily+Blunt+-+Dior.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-8696941766085103021</id><published>2009-04-21T19:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:01:48.065-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>Beautiful strangers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Se1ckr8IqdI/AAAAAAAAAiw/dVjSEoRnUQg/s1600-h/SDM+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Se1ckr8IqdI/AAAAAAAAAiw/dVjSEoRnUQg/s400/SDM+1.jpg" yi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Se1cvgW1U5I/AAAAAAAAAi4/TciRY4CS3og/s1600-h/SDM+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Se1cvgW1U5I/AAAAAAAAAi4/TciRY4CS3og/s400/SDM+2.jpg" yi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Se1dUf4c5uI/AAAAAAAAAjI/jRn3IUhVA1A/s400/SDM+4.JPG" yi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Se1dZPgEw2I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Zv-eAWJID7Q/s1600-h/SDM+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Se1dZPgEw2I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Zv-eAWJID7Q/s400/SDM+5.jpg" yi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp; thought about posting about &lt;em&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/em&gt; when I watched the movie, and for some reason it was left as a draft&amp;nbsp;in my "to publish" posts&amp;nbsp;and now it became relevant again with Rubiana Ali's (the girl in picture #3) sad news that have been floodding the media. It is so painful to think that a father would (have to) sell a daughter to support the rest of the family... and it's&amp;nbsp;so ironic that an actress who took part in a movie that exposes&amp;nbsp;how hard life can be in&amp;nbsp;the slums of India has to go through this.&amp;nbsp;I suppose I can't&amp;nbsp;really&amp;nbsp;judge this with an occidental point of view, but still, it's just too sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally recomend the movie, though bare in mind that there are&amp;nbsp;some harsh realities exposed&amp;nbsp;very matter-of-factly, but the people, the places and the colors&amp;nbsp;of India are so beautifully portrayed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Credits: &lt;a href="http://www.cine365.com/508928-779860-3-imagen-slumdog-millionaire-03.html"&gt;Photo #1&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.novenoquark.com/?p=7839"&gt;Photo #2&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/"&gt;Photo #3&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://yondrix.wordpress.com/2009/02/20/nominados-a-los-premios-oscar-2009/"&gt;Photo #4&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://equipbiz.co.nz/blog/pictures/slumdog-millionaire-6.jpg"&gt;Photo #5&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-8696941766085103021?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/8696941766085103021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=8696941766085103021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/8696941766085103021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/8696941766085103021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautiful-strangers.html' title='Beautiful strangers'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Se1ckr8IqdI/AAAAAAAAAiw/dVjSEoRnUQg/s72-c/SDM+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-3209169596842109296</id><published>2009-04-17T14:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:33:55.450-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0800-HELP'/><title type='text'>Petit mental schock at the cubicle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SeiWFf22EiI/AAAAAAAAAio/7B3e6Kyqdzg/s1600-h/VallÃ©e+de+la+Bouzanne,+Chateau+de+Chabenet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SeiWFf22EiI/AAAAAAAAAio/7B3e6Kyqdzg/s400/Vall%C3%A9e+de+la+Bouzanne,+Chateau+de+Chabenet.jpg" yi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry for the absence yesterday... but I'm just now recovering from a &lt;em&gt;petit&lt;/em&gt; mental shock that occuered yesterday morning as I checked my e-mail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was sitting at the office minding boring, mundane, cubicule stuff business, when I opened&amp;nbsp;an invitation to a friend's wedding in the campagne française&amp;nbsp;in August!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I wanna goooooo!! I wanna go!!!!! After a turmoil of emotions ranging from utter happiness, dispair, anger at stupid responsibilities, and ambivalencies between being aboslutely certain that I can go and then thinking there's no possible way that I could, I've finally decided to spend my time in a more productive way by&amp;nbsp;scheming ways to convince "the suits" that I deserve a little extra days of vacacion or payless days, and that I can actually do all my work on a laptop from France for a few days... Ah! &lt;em&gt;La vie est très compliquèe!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And now excuse me while I go and give myself a huge overdose of &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paris,_je_t'aime"&gt;Paris, je t'aime&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;merci&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Vallée de la Bouzanne, Château de Chabenet photo by &lt;a href="http://www.panoramio.com/photo/6731720"&gt;Phil'Ours&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-3209169596842109296?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/3209169596842109296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=3209169596842109296' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/3209169596842109296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/3209169596842109296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/04/petit-mental-schock-at-cubicle.html' title='Petit mental schock at the cubicle...'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SeiWFf22EiI/AAAAAAAAAio/7B3e6Kyqdzg/s72-c/Vall%C3%A9e+de+la+Bouzanne,+Chateau+de+Chabenet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-834803787867608805</id><published>2009-04-15T01:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T01:30:13.154-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magazines'/><title type='text'>The ladder of success</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SeVhH45J8XI/AAAAAAAAAiI/kPwsP4U7GUk/s1600-h/Ladder+of+success.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SeVhH45J8XI/AAAAAAAAAiI/kPwsP4U7GUk/s400/Ladder+of+success.jpg" yi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;When you walk up the ladder of success, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;don't let the boys look up your dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A childhood friend of mine wrote this in my sign book (the 1996 paper version of Facebook) and I it's the first thing that came to mind when I saw this pic. This, and a little undercover promotion that has me extatic, anxious and happy all at once :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Photo from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ana-lee.livejournal.com/161578.html"&gt;Anna-Lee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;, via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://audreyhepburncomplex.tumblr.com/"&gt;Audrey Hepburn Complex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;, via&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://sabino.tumblr.com/post/96266902"&gt;Sabino&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-834803787867608805?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/834803787867608805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=834803787867608805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/834803787867608805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/834803787867608805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/04/ladder-of-success.html' title='The ladder of success'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SeVhH45J8XI/AAAAAAAAAiI/kPwsP4U7GUk/s72-c/Ladder+of+success.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-2924565764299480515</id><published>2009-04-14T18:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:44:40.197-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accesories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><title type='text'>Fiona la Mona is back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SeUAp-nieuI/AAAAAAAAAiA/h50O4nMcqos/s1600-h/flm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SeUAp-nieuI/AAAAAAAAAiA/h50O4nMcqos/s400/flm.jpg" yi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the "fans": &lt;a href="http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/10/fiona-la-mona.html"&gt;Fiona la Mona&lt;/a&gt; is back! My sister and cousin are having a great home fair, recieving everyone with a tea party and lovely accessories. If you're interested just let me know and I'll mail you the address.&amp;nbsp;Doors open at 1pm and they'll stay open until 9pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a preview and there are lovely finds along with great handmade stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-2924565764299480515?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/2924565764299480515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=2924565764299480515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/2924565764299480515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/2924565764299480515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/04/fiona-la-mona-is-back.html' title='Fiona la Mona is back!'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SeUAp-nieuI/AAAAAAAAAiA/h50O4nMcqos/s72-c/flm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-3597395100856840469</id><published>2009-04-13T12:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:37:51.077-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fairytales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>Ideas of romantic love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NKGggi2gmGA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NKGggi2gmGA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder how we get some ideas in&amp;nbsp;our head&amp;nbsp;sometimes?? Hmmm... love in the times when there was no e-mail, no&amp;nbsp;sms nor instant messaging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the most feminist readers of this blog will gag when listening to some parts of the lyrics, but you've got to admit this whole scene is lovely!! It's so beautifuly coreographed and it almost makes you wanna be sixteen again, sneaking out of the house and kissing your guy under the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have watched this movie a gazillion times and still stop to watch whenever it's on on TV. It's weird, once I even watched it in Portuguese because I couldn't figure out how to turn the SAP off from the TV set!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Sixteen going on seventeen" clip&amp;nbsp;from &lt;em&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;/em&gt; found via &lt;a href="http://tweexcore.tumblr.com/"&gt;Pop and Pretentious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-3597395100856840469?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/3597395100856840469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=3597395100856840469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/3597395100856840469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/3597395100856840469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/04/ideas-of-romantic-love.html' title='Ideas of romantic love'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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-6236575300819771703.post-4001261453795342799</id><published>2009-04-12T18:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:54:24.004-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SeK0HolowrI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Gbt-0YcNO5s/s1600-h/Bowl+of+knitted+easter+eggs.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SeK0HolowrI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Gbt-0YcNO5s/s400/Bowl+of+knitted+easter+eggs.jpg" border="0" ki="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Hope you all have a great Easter and that you get to spend it with your families and loved ones!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bowl of knitted eggs&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83553274@N00/2196548391/?addedcomment=1#comment72157616692306758"&gt;Little cotton rabbits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-4001261453795342799?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/4001261453795342799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=4001261453795342799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/4001261453795342799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/4001261453795342799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!!'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SeK0HolowrI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Gbt-0YcNO5s/s72-c/Bowl+of+knitted+easter+eggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-3237305932433549614</id><published>2009-04-08T13:17:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:29:21.753-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>U r nt tht trndy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SdmeeG5vsyI/AAAAAAAAAhY/a3CfOSMX3U4/s1600-h/Man+blowinbg+bubble.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ki="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SdmeeG5vsyI/AAAAAAAAAhY/a3CfOSMX3U4/s400/Man+blowinbg+bubble.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Speaking of "&lt;a href="http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-s.html"&gt;the new generation&lt;/a&gt;" and computers and such... this is a cute little reminder of how there's nothing new under the sun. Enjoy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Found at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://missatlaplaya.blogspot.com/2009/03/beautiful-images-of-beautiful-things.html"&gt;Miss at la playa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-3237305932433549614?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/3237305932433549614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=3237305932433549614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/3237305932433549614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/3237305932433549614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/04/u-r-nt-tht-trndy.html' title='U r nt tht trndy'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SdmeeG5vsyI/AAAAAAAAAhY/a3CfOSMX3U4/s72-c/Man+blowinbg+bubble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-3291034224879815991</id><published>2009-04-07T00:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T00:28:15.620-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday S!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SdLZr97kMhI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/omhTqcpK4ps/s1600-h/Cartoon+cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ki="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SdLZr97kMhI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/omhTqcpK4ps/s400/Cartoon+cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm totally jaded of hearing "grown-ups" (yes, I still refuse to be one) complain about "this generation" and how we say we're so connected but we're really more disconnected than ever. This concept, or rather this way of thinking, can only come from someone who's absolutely diconnected from everything and everyone and can't quite grasp the whole 21st century concept, in my opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday was S's birthday, and Anette and I went to her house for a little celebration. Miss Pez has flown back to the UK this weekend and couldn't &lt;em&gt;be&lt;/em&gt; here, in the traditional sort of way, but she actually was! Thanks to Skype and a web cam she could even see as S opened her gift and everything in real time!! I'm constantly&amp;nbsp;mesmerised by things like this, you know... when you take a step back and see things from the outside looking in... it's amazing how one of us could take part in it all sitting in a living room in London while we chatted away at the mike on S's dining room in Buenos Aires. And perhaps as you're reading this you're thinking "Well... duh! that's internet for ya!", but maybe, just maybe, you're like me, being amazed by the littlest things in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note&lt;/em&gt;: believe it or not this is a picture of a &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;cake made by Louise from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cakejournal.com/flickr/photo/2839763160/My-cake-for-the-Scandinavian-Cake-Show-2008.html"&gt;CakeJournal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;!! Isn't it amazing?? (via&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://audreyhepburncomplex.tumblr.com/"&gt;Audrey Hepburn Complex&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-3291034224879815991?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/3291034224879815991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=3291034224879815991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/3291034224879815991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/3291034224879815991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-s.html' title='Happy birthday S!!'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SdLZr97kMhI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/omhTqcpK4ps/s72-c/Cartoon+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-3707380038580531506</id><published>2009-04-06T03:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:54:14.789-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buenos Aires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My photos'/><title type='text'>History in the making</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sdmh0DlD3VI/AAAAAAAAAhg/kJj3lg1fzn0/s1600-h/DSCN4792.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ki="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sdmh0DlD3VI/AAAAAAAAAhg/kJj3lg1fzn0/s400/DSCN4792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last week an Argentine ex-president passed away. I wasn't really planning to go to the ceremony that held place along the streets of Buenos Aires basicaly because I didn't feel a very strong connection with him, I mean, I know he was the first democratically elected President in a very long time, and that's a &lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt; thing, but appart from that... I dunno, I'm not taking sides on something that happened when I was a one-year-old, besides the fact that I'm absolutely grateful I lived all my life in democracy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SdmiOBwMSeI/AAAAAAAAAho/Bg9ztTolxNo/s1600-h/DSCN4804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ki="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SdmiOBwMSeI/AAAAAAAAAho/Bg9ztTolxNo/s400/DSCN4804.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That being said, I wound up unvoluntarily in the &lt;em&gt;middle&lt;/em&gt; of the whole thing on my way to S's house and by fortune I had my camera with me! So you get a little glimpse of the throngs of people gathering up to see the Army escort go by. It was really thrilling to take part of it, even though I did it in my own way: seeing people's faces, reading the flags and banners and looking up at the poeple looking down on us from their valconies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SdmlGynL28I/AAAAAAAAAhw/NfPCnXmdmn4/s1600-h/DSCN4808.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ki="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SdmlGynL28I/AAAAAAAAAhw/NfPCnXmdmn4/s400/DSCN4808.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was literaly like seeing history in the making, and I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All photos by me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-3707380038580531506?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/3707380038580531506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=3707380038580531506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/3707380038580531506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/3707380038580531506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/04/history-in-making.html' title='History in the making'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sdmh0DlD3VI/AAAAAAAAAhg/kJj3lg1fzn0/s72-c/DSCN4792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-2337815430664519235</id><published>2009-03-30T18:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:23:47.900-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0800-HELP'/><title type='text'>Something is very wrong here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SdE2eDVrSaI/AAAAAAAAAhI/srRBi_Woh0A/s1600-h/Girl+sitting+by+the+window.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ki="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SdE2eDVrSaI/AAAAAAAAAhI/srRBi_Woh0A/s400/Girl+sitting+by+the+window.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG... my stress level is reaching unknown levels... I came back to the office from lunch and I realised about an hour later, when I wanted to have some chewing gum, that I didn't have my purse with me. And I couldn't tell if I had or hadn't brought it back with me... we had made a pitt-stop at Zara and I was drawing a blank. I had to go back downtown (yes, we had lunch in a more "central" spot than where we work), with my stomach in a knot and see if it was there or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that when I got there the waitresses had already spotted it, after a co-worker had called they went looking for it. So by some miracle my purse hung on the same chair for about an hour without anyone realising and snatching it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know what to do, I mean, this is the first time ever I forgot my bag like this, except for two weeks ago, when I left my wallet at the doctor's office... Like we say here, I'm "in the oven"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selfportait&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;a href="http://m0thyyku.deviantart.com/art/never-ending-travel-101053064"&gt;Moth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-2337815430664519235?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/2337815430664519235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=2337815430664519235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/2337815430664519235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/2337815430664519235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-is-very-wrong-here.html' title='Something is very wrong here'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SdE2eDVrSaI/AAAAAAAAAhI/srRBi_Woh0A/s72-c/Girl+sitting+by+the+window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-6942703706502734970</id><published>2009-03-27T01:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:34:12.130-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><title type='text'>School reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/ScxTZ81nXZI/AAAAAAAAAhA/j6jgKTvjKsc/s1600-h/gossip-girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ii="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/ScxTZ81nXZI/AAAAAAAAAhA/j6jgKTvjKsc/s400/gossip-girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we finaly had a proper 2002 class reunion and I think it was a success!! Afert all, 20 out of 30 showed up and I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, we were not as glamorous as Gossip Girl (or at least not all of us), but we did attend an all-girls, Catholic school and with all the downsides&amp;nbsp;that came with that, we had a lot of amazing experiences too. It isn't&amp;nbsp;easy attending a school of over &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;900 girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... and yeah, I loved the times when I got to go to a co-ed school. But, looking back, our school was great in way too many ways, after all, seven years after graduation a lot of us still remain best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed getting to see how everyone was doing, there are girls I literally hadn't seen since graduation day and it was really nice to see how life is turning out for all of us, what cool things some have been up to. I dunno... it was great to see everyone from a completely new perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope there are many more of these, so that everyone who missed out this weekend can join!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Photo from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.gossipgirlreport.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/blair-serena-posse-lunch-september-22-gossip-girl.jpg"&gt;Gossip Girl report&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-6942703706502734970?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/6942703706502734970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=6942703706502734970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6942703706502734970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6942703706502734970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/03/school-reunion.html' title='School reunion'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/ScxTZ81nXZI/AAAAAAAAAhA/j6jgKTvjKsc/s72-c/gossip-girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-612661692208541949</id><published>2009-03-26T11:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:55:24.729-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Guest writers wanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sa3aU2nUnjI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/yMq7hjyCsC0/s1600-h/guest+writer.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sa3aU2nUnjI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/yMq7hjyCsC0/s400/guest+writer.jpg" border="0" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you think you have something to say? Speak up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who wants to pour their ideas into the web, however deep, silly or just plain neurotic ;), get the chance to write a column whenever they feel like it on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3d85c6;"&gt;Journal de petits détails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This doesn't mean that if you wrote once you have to write in here very week. I'm going to keep posting as usual, but I realised that there are many readers who are just too lazy to keep a blog of their own, but who have great ideas and insights for all of us to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, if in a moment of utter madness you write something you wanna share, send me an e-mail and you'll see it here, whether in Spanish or English, will post it so that everyone can read you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Photo via &lt;a href="http://audreyhepburncomplex.tumblr.com/"&gt;AudreyHepburnComplex&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-612661692208541949?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/612661692208541949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=612661692208541949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/612661692208541949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/612661692208541949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/03/guest-writers-wanted.html' title='Guest writers wanted'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sa3aU2nUnjI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/yMq7hjyCsC0/s72-c/guest+writer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-3924994666333897563</id><published>2009-03-23T05:53:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:09:40.762-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portraits'/><title type='text'>Real beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/ScSrhSuY_wI/AAAAAAAAAg4/xf5T6elW4M8/s1600-h/Real+Beauty.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ii="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/ScSrhSuY_wI/AAAAAAAAAg4/xf5T6elW4M8/s400/Real+Beauty.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a weekend!! I've got some nice things to share, but today I'm running as usual so I'll get to the gossip later... &lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt; I wanted to share this photo I found &lt;a href="http://jordanferney.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-new-uniform.html"&gt;on the webs&lt;/a&gt;. Is Lauren Hutton&amp;nbsp;totally cool or is she totally cool?? I loooove that necklace! And her mature-sheepish-carless attitude which&amp;nbsp;totally reminds me of Dove's&amp;nbsp;"Real beauty" concept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might get handy this weekend and give that necklace&amp;nbsp;a try!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-3924994666333897563?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/3924994666333897563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=3924994666333897563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/3924994666333897563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/3924994666333897563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/03/real-beauty.html' title='Real beauty'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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/_-TaQmv9V6I4/ScSrhSuY_wI/AAAAAAAAAg4/xf5T6elW4M8/s72-c/Real+Beauty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-2937243793850233419</id><published>2009-03-20T11:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:07:26.724-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Una notte a Roma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2078991&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2078991&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a short (stop motion with 4500 photos!) about a girl who misses her train to Milano and must wait overnight for the next train. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video has a lot of my favourite things: thousands of photos, traveling, Italian, good music and great scenarios. Because great things happen when you travel!! (can you tell I miss the road?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Notte Sento&lt;/em&gt;, via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://noquedanblogs.com/?p=5856"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;noquedanblogs.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-2937243793850233419?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/2937243793850233419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=2937243793850233419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/2937243793850233419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/2937243793850233419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/03/una-notte-roma_20.html' title='Una notte a Roma...'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-9015806664986898523</id><published>2009-03-19T14:24:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:54:57.340-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A life of travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My photos'/><title type='text'>Ode to Ireland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I cannot believe this week is almost over! It flew by without me aknowledging it!! And even though the blues from last week sort of crept into this week, I'm going to give it the weekend to let them pass me by and let me be myself again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;In the meantime, all I can say is that I was really sad that I didn't get to celebrate St Patrick's Day this year. I know you might wonder &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; is it such a big deal to me, 'cause even I can admit that I haven't got a drop of Irish in my background (even though my cousins do). So, &lt;em&gt;why is it such a big deal&lt;/em&gt;?? I would have to say it's a lot of things: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/ScLl6_KKKWI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/sI0X-lHBHhs/s1600-h/DSCN7036.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/ScLl6_KKKWI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/sI0X-lHBHhs/s400/DSCN7036.JPG" border="0" ii="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;- I haven't felt so at home anywhere else on the planet that in the Emerald Island. I don't know what it it about it, but it kept bringing me back memories of my childhood in Patagonia, even though there are thousands of kilometers in between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/ScLmbSVLksI/AAAAAAAAAgY/kfh1f2wiNpM/s1600-h/DSCN7011.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/ScLmbSVLksI/AAAAAAAAAgY/kfh1f2wiNpM/s400/DSCN7011.JPG" border="0" ii="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;- It's the people. Irish families resemble so much our own, the feel of family care and homemade food. It's also the Catholisism: that even though it differs a lot from our Spanigh or Italian root, is so strong and devout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/ScLnYa2U7wI/AAAAAAAAAgo/cUF0BZtXRLM/s1600-h/DSCN7065.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/ScLnYa2U7wI/AAAAAAAAAgo/cUF0BZtXRLM/s400/DSCN7065.JPG" border="0" ii="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;- I don't really believe in past lives, but if for argument's sake I had to think of where I've been before, then I'm pretty sure that in the past my soul roamed the Irish moors and cliffs among the sheep and the fogg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/ScLnx-xR1MI/AAAAAAAAAgw/_haEqDTTWXI/s1600-h/DSCN7237.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/ScLnx-xR1MI/AAAAAAAAAgw/_haEqDTTWXI/s400/DSCN7237.JPG" border="0" ii="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;- And then of course, it's the Guinness you take with friends atop Gravity Bar in Dublin. That's why I feel free to say &lt;span style="color:#38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Irish on St Patrick's Day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;All photos by me.&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/6236575300819771703-9015806664986898523?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/9015806664986898523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=9015806664986898523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/9015806664986898523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/9015806664986898523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/03/ode-to-ireland.html' title='Ode to Ireland'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/ScLl6_KKKWI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/sI0X-lHBHhs/s72-c/DSCN7036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-7605191788224830143</id><published>2009-03-16T13:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:21:13.227-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0800-HELP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris'/><title type='text'>Overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sb53NIMtmxI/AAAAAAAAAeY/UN_rIQD69mw/s1600-h/Paris+Polaroids.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sb53NIMtmxI/AAAAAAAAAeY/UN_rIQD69mw/s400/Paris+Polaroids.jpg" border="0" ii="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total blog abandonment this past week... really sorry about that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel completely overwhelmed, and it's starting to really get on my nerves... I've gotten to the point where I really can't tell if it's my fault and how I can fix it. I keep forgetting important things, I plan to do fun stuff and completey forget that I had other plans, I woke up waaaay too late this weekend, ergo I had no time to do stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you get organised?? Why do I feel like I'm always running everywhere?? Argh! Totally sick of it! Hopefully this week will be a bit smoother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Vintage Paris photos found via &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/93659"&gt;We Heart It&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-7605191788224830143?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/7605191788224830143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=7605191788224830143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/7605191788224830143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/7605191788224830143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/11/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sb53NIMtmxI/AAAAAAAAAeY/UN_rIQD69mw/s72-c/Paris+Polaroids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-4156741692700561509</id><published>2009-03-10T00:16:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T01:57:37.957-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magazines'/><title type='text'>Fat girls tea time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SbMqisJ2tRI/AAAAAAAAAdw/RPbeP4SFe8c/s1600-h/Vogue+Girl+Korea+by+Louis+Park.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SbMqisJ2tRI/AAAAAAAAAdw/RPbeP4SFe8c/s400/Vogue+Girl+Korea+by+Louis+Park.jpg" border="0" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Looking at this picture reminded me of our &lt;strong&gt;Fat girls tea party&lt;/strong&gt;: a long standing tradition among my friends: we all get together at someone's house on a weekend afternoon and we have to contribute a baked -if home baked even better- all-fattening item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too bad I recently started a diet I'm seeing NO results from... looks like I'm going to have to do a whole lot of &lt;a href="http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/03/girl-power.html"&gt;jogging&lt;/a&gt; to actually get anywhere... seriously, how do people do this? How does one stay focused on a routine and a specific diet, when all you're brain is yelling (in a very Homer Simpson sort-of-way) "Mmmm.... chocolate cake!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Girls! We haven't had a Fat girls tea party in a while!! When's the next one??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Photo by Louis Park for &lt;em&gt;Vogue Girl Korea&lt;/em&gt;, via &lt;a href="http://www.lolitas.se/index.php/page/7/"&gt;Lolita&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-4156741692700561509?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/4156741692700561509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=4156741692700561509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/4156741692700561509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/4156741692700561509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/03/fat-girls-tea-time.html' title='Fat girls tea time'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SbMqisJ2tRI/AAAAAAAAAdw/RPbeP4SFe8c/s72-c/Vogue+Girl+Korea+by+Louis+Park.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-8729765748179410703</id><published>2009-03-09T00:15:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:10:08.469-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portraits'/><title type='text'>Girl power!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SbR7jN2iWlI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zj0M5sDP_Wk/s1600-h/Alexis+Bledel+as+Rosie+the+Riveter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SbR7jN2iWlI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zj0M5sDP_Wk/s400/Alexis+Bledel+as+Rosie+the+Riveter.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Hello dears!! Happy belated Women's Day to you all!!! How did you spend your weekend? Mine was a very femenine, very casual and very lazy. I managed to sleep all those deprived hours, do some good reading, then read a lovely girly magazine, did some baking, caught a girly movie and I actually went jogging (gasp!) and run half the lake (double gasp!!). And I loved it! I got to see the sunset reflected in all sorts of fucsias, purples and blacks on the lake, although returning home when it was dark was provably not the brightest of ideas... Anyway, it was fantastic! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a terribly busy day at the office today, but I didn't want to miss the chance to say &lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY US DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Alexis Bledel as "Rosie the riveter" via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://audreyhepburncomplex.tumblr.com/page/9"&gt;AudreyHepburnComplex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-8729765748179410703?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/8729765748179410703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=8729765748179410703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/8729765748179410703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/8729765748179410703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/03/girl-power.html' title='Girl power!'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SbR7jN2iWlI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zj0M5sDP_Wk/s72-c/Alexis+Bledel+as+Rosie+the+Riveter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-3945244523538513941</id><published>2009-03-06T10:56:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T11:45:00.242-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>Have a lovely weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SbB0qnyTK8I/AAAAAAAAAdo/RQUEOtgTv9M/s1600-h/Emma+Roberts+as+Audrey+Hepburn.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SbB0qnyTK8I/AAAAAAAAAdo/RQUEOtgTv9M/s400/Emma+Roberts+as+Audrey+Hepburn.jpg" border="0" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend is here!!What are you up to?? I have nooo idea. I wanna do something fun but I haven't thought of "what" just yet. I'm open for ideas! I might sneak to the new art gallery that opened right accross from my office, here in Puerto Madero. It's supposed to be really cool, at least from an architectural point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like it's gonna be gorgeous, something outside is a must to enjoy the last days of summer. And as a sneak peak of the upcoming winter: I have to have that coat, that dress and those shoes. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Emma Roberts as Audrey Hepburn via &lt;a href="http://audreyhepburncomplex.tumblr.com/"&gt;Audrey Hepburn Complex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-3945244523538513941?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/3945244523538513941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=3945244523538513941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/3945244523538513941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/3945244523538513941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-lovely-weekend.html' title='Have a lovely weekend!'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SbB0qnyTK8I/AAAAAAAAAdo/RQUEOtgTv9M/s72-c/Emma+Roberts+as+Audrey+Hepburn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-6079310556776588022</id><published>2009-03-05T22:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:09:18.449-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0800-HELP'/><title type='text'>The day is out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SbBotjK1AMI/AAAAAAAAAdg/mZ-4sEidONQ/s1600-h/Sleeping+girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SbBotjK1AMI/AAAAAAAAAdg/mZ-4sEidONQ/s400/Sleeping+girl.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day of crap!! ^^ This is going to be me in about an hour as I promised myself to be in bed before 12 tonight or else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank gosh tomorrow is Friday!! Hope your day wasn't as bad. Catch u tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Photo by&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/processedbeats/3288044752/"&gt;local boy in the photograph&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-6079310556776588022?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/6079310556776588022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=6079310556776588022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6079310556776588022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6079310556776588022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-is-out.html' title='The day is out!'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SbBotjK1AMI/AAAAAAAAAdg/mZ-4sEidONQ/s72-c/Sleeping+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-4828206223341962552</id><published>2009-03-04T00:01:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T00:01:00.199-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accesories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magazines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portraits'/><title type='text'>Miss Conservative</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sa3U6Z6WgNI/AAAAAAAAAdI/5LfqcSnnkSQ/s1600-h/The+look.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sa3U6Z6WgNI/AAAAAAAAAdI/5LfqcSnnkSQ/s400/The+look.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi? &amp;nbsp;C o n s e r v a t i v e ? ? You must be thinking of somebody else... ;)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;this (click on image to be even more amazed). Do you think I can pull off those glasses??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you just get this awesome photo (via &lt;a href="http://sabino.tumblr.com/page/2"&gt;Sabino&lt;/a&gt;) 'cause I'm off for the day on a business trip. Have a great Wednesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-4828206223341962552?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/4828206223341962552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=4828206223341962552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/4828206223341962552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/4828206223341962552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/03/miss-conservative.html' title='Miss Conservative'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sa3U6Z6WgNI/AAAAAAAAAdI/5LfqcSnnkSQ/s72-c/The+look.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-6677721488648681770</id><published>2009-03-03T10:00:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:08:45.285-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0800-HELP'/><title type='text'>Tae bo junkies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SayONFsuYqI/AAAAAAAAAdA/4WW1MtFgIMU/s400/Flashdance.JPG" border="0" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are absolutely random thoughts that occured to me last night at the gym, so you know that nothing good can really come out of it... please bare with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I was jumping up un down punching the air I started thinking that I don't really mind the ridiculously buff sweaty instructor, nor the music that's so loud that stops feeling like music and starts resembling airplane noise... what &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; gets me is the typical gym junkie. The girl in a perfect tan, matching gym gear, make up (I mean, come on! Did you really apply three coats of mascara just to come jump up and down with all of us??), who knows the class better than the instructor, only she does everything one tempo faster, making it absolutely impossible for you on your baggy joggins and uncoordinated limbs to follow the instructor/her on the mirror. I mean, seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More gym thoughts by the end of the week, as S* is making me go back there... Argh!! The gym... why must we??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flashdance&lt;/em&gt; photo from &lt;a href="http://ifihadtopickfive.wordpress.com/2008/09/15/hooter-hiders-and-other-necessities/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (now, if I danced like her... it would be a completely different story).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-6677721488648681770?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/6677721488648681770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=6677721488648681770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6677721488648681770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6677721488648681770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/03/tae-bo-junkies.html' title='Tae bo junkies'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SayONFsuYqI/AAAAAAAAAdA/4WW1MtFgIMU/s72-c/Flashdance.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-9194184021630440089</id><published>2009-03-02T14:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:29:09.462-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0800-HELP'/><title type='text'>March (un)resolution...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SawI3XRbgPI/AAAAAAAAAc4/vA2jo7l_uS8/s1600-h/Storn+clouds.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SawI3XRbgPI/AAAAAAAAAc4/vA2jo7l_uS8/s400/Storn+clouds.JPG" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Argh! What a night!! For the first time in like forever I managed to go to bed before 1am, in a plan to start March more organised, finally getting up at the time I'm supposed to, arriving at&amp;nbsp;the train station on time and never again taking&amp;nbsp;a cab to come to work. My plan was going along fine, until I woke up in the middle of the night due to one of the hardest thunder storms I'd seen in ages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2.26 the skies were falling, I quickly closed the window (I can't sleep with the shutters closed) and all I could see from my pillow was the lightning stiking every five seconds or less and buckets of rain pouring against my window. I do like sleeping through a storm, but this was way bigger than anything we'd gotten lately. I eventually fell back asleep, but I slept like crap and had the weirdest series of dreams I'd rather not name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I woke up (rather late) I really meant to not take a taxi. I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; did, only to turn on the news&amp;nbsp;and find out the train was down, the main accesses from home were blocked by gigantic tree branches and I took the longest taxi drive ever... so much for my March resolution...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black clouds&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/blackfist2k2/2518634437/"&gt;Jemal Y&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-9194184021630440089?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/9194184021630440089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=9194184021630440089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/9194184021630440089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/9194184021630440089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-unresolution.html' title='March (un)resolution...'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SawI3XRbgPI/AAAAAAAAAc4/vA2jo7l_uS8/s72-c/Storn+clouds.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-6129196659590368764</id><published>2009-02-27T06:18:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T06:18:00.492-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adverts'/><title type='text'>Life is too short...</title><content type='html'>This is for my friend S, who last week decided to put her bitchy boss in her place and take off with her head held high! Some people are just not worth slaving over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!! (I know S will!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sab_0HBu9AI/AAAAAAAAAcg/sRTr2Li3ZkU/s1600-h/wrong-job-ads-05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sab_0HBu9AI/AAAAAAAAAcg/sRTr2Li3ZkU/s400/wrong-job-ads-05.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sab_5aPdqbI/AAAAAAAAAcw/xGR81VYeOtk/s1600-h/wrong-job-ads-04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sab_5aPdqbI/AAAAAAAAAcw/xGR81VYeOtk/s400/wrong-job-ads-04.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;I got these in an e-mail, but you can see the whole campaign &lt;a href="http://www.geekologie.com/image.php?path=/2007/07/05/wrong-job-ads-04.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-6129196659590368764?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/6129196659590368764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=6129196659590368764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6129196659590368764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6129196659590368764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-is-too-short.html' title='Life is too short...'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/Sab_0HBu9AI/AAAAAAAAAcg/sRTr2Li3ZkU/s72-c/wrong-job-ads-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-7115638585143382520</id><published>2009-02-26T10:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:55:55.161-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Pergamino weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I know &lt;a href="http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-cruel-cruel-summer.html"&gt;I promised photos&lt;/a&gt; from my minitrip to Pergamino, but unfortunately it rained &lt;em&gt;all weekend long&lt;/em&gt;. We pretty much stayed in, baked a lemon pie, watched a movie, chatted for hours, ate merengue out of the bowl, slept in, played board games and got all dressed up to go to a house party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SaNicScULLI/AAAAAAAAAbg/MBvDbXC6M_U/s1600-h/Pergamino+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SaNicScULLI/AAAAAAAAAbg/MBvDbXC6M_U/s400/Pergamino+1.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think Pergamino is a gorgeous city, and I just got to scape from the world's most boring meeting, so I'll give you these pics of the last time I was there during the winter. For some reason these happen to be my most visited photos on &lt;a href="http://www.panoramio.com/"&gt;Panoramio&lt;/a&gt; (Google Earth's amazing photo aplication, it's photos you upload on the site and magically pop up on GE!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SaNive7QsdI/AAAAAAAAAbo/1dpwjFbo96c/s1600-h/Pergamino2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SaNive7QsdI/AAAAAAAAAbo/1dpwjFbo96c/s400/Pergamino2.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-7115638585143382520?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/7115638585143382520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=7115638585143382520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/7115638585143382520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/7115638585143382520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/02/pergamino-weekend.html' title='Pergamino weekend'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SaNicScULLI/AAAAAAAAAbg/MBvDbXC6M_U/s72-c/Pergamino+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-298395259023773399</id><published>2009-02-25T02:25:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:56:17.085-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buenos Aires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Architecture'/><title type='text'>Buenos Aires {Estación de trenes Retiro}</title><content type='html'>This is what happens when there's a lot of people standing in line at the train station and you have all this time while waiting to get the train ticket, and you realise that today you brought your camera with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; 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Click on them to view larger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-298395259023773399?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/298395259023773399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=298395259023773399' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/298395259023773399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/298395259023773399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/02/buenos-aires-estacion-de-trenes-retiro.html' title='Buenos Aires {Estación de trenes Retiro}'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SaTFW0mFgtI/AAAAAAAAAbw/TQM8TMSRfPA/s72-c/DSCN0898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-6181055472454472445</id><published>2009-02-24T00:46:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:55:47.085-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things'/><title type='text'>Follow me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SaNchqPNZUI/AAAAAAAAAbY/BCDOsPrmFmw/s1600-h/letters+bound+with+ribbon.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SaNchqPNZUI/AAAAAAAAAbY/BCDOsPrmFmw/s400/letters+bound+with+ribbon.jpg" border="0" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you miss real letters? I do, all the time. I used to write a lot, I even had my own box with stationary to choose and write on whatever I felt like and a separate box with all the letters I received monthly. I wonder what happened to that. I haven't revcieved a real letter in ages. I mean, one of those where people actually sat down at a table and filled a blank page with their tidy, messy, round, lovely, illegible, blue or black letters, you could tell how the other person was feeling just by reading their hand writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, unfortunately I can't offer you that through this blog (although if you're reading you provably know how to reach me, and I promise to write back if I do receive a real letter - even if scanned and sent via e-mail), in the meantime, I'm introducing Blogger Newsfeed: a handy little tool that'll keep you updated everytime I publish a new post. It's the next best thing to getting a letter from me, right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you techies can subscrite to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#8e7cc3;"&gt;Journal de petits détails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with the new links at the bottom of the right hand column.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Vintage letters found &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/381332"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-6181055472454472445?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/6181055472454472445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=6181055472454472445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6181055472454472445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6181055472454472445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/02/follow-me.html' title='Follow me!'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SaNchqPNZUI/AAAAAAAAAbY/BCDOsPrmFmw/s72-c/letters+bound+with+ribbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-9169534257428487590</id><published>2009-02-23T17:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:51:33.191-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0800-HELP'/><title type='text'>Let this be a reminder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SaL9-hgkbkI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/OM33gp0Glfg/s1600-h/Hotmail2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SaL9-hgkbkI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/OM33gp0Glfg/s400/Hotmail2.JPG" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this be a reminder to all of you... if you have any alternate e-mail accounts (like say in HOTMAIL), remember to check in once in a while, like in the next 290 days since your last login. Otherwise, all your emails will be GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So goodbye to all my High School emails. Goodbye subscription codes and user names. Goodbye old chats and e-mails from my teen years... you shall be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-9169534257428487590?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/9169534257428487590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=9169534257428487590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/9169534257428487590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/9169534257428487590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-this-be-reminder.html' title='Let this be a reminder...'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SaL9-hgkbkI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/OM33gp0Glfg/s72-c/Hotmail2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-3425441691764979307</id><published>2009-02-20T14:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:28:49.620-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0800-HELP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>It's a cruel, cruel summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SZ7UvvsJwxI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Q6coDMfSxqM/s1600-h/Bokeh+madness.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SZ7UvvsJwxI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Q6coDMfSxqM/s400/Bokeh+madness.JPG" border="0" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am. One of the hotest days of the year. You, standing in front of your closet deciding what to wear on a day you know will reach 40°C or more, plus rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do?? I mean, you surely can't show up naked at the office, even if it's Casual Friday. And showing up in a bathing suit and rain boots is pretty much out of the question too.... And as I write this, I see out of the office windows how the entire city went from a bright sunny humid day to a black, threatening, concrete city and I'm wondering how I'll walk out of here, or if I'll leave this place at all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately I'm going away for the weekend to a place called Pergamino, haven't been in a while so I promise some good pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Photo credits: &lt;em&gt;Bokeh madness&lt;/em&gt; by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.arjunpurkayastha.com/"&gt;Arjun Purkayastha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-3425441691764979307?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/3425441691764979307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=3425441691764979307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/3425441691764979307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/3425441691764979307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-cruel-cruel-summer.html' title='It&apos;s a cruel, cruel summer'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SZ7UvvsJwxI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Q6coDMfSxqM/s72-c/Bokeh+madness.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-7175274101017632978</id><published>2009-02-17T21:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:43:18.969-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>New York, New York...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SZtH1WgcHXI/AAAAAAAAAag/63YAZRAYCQM/s1600-h/New+york+bridge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SZtH1WgcHXI/AAAAAAAAAag/63YAZRAYCQM/s400/New+york+bridge.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two days at the office seemed like they would go on forever... the first two months went by flying, but lately, every time I look at the little clock on the sceen, it looks like only 10 minutes have gone by, which happens about 60 times a day. And there's so much that's "my resposibility" (my boss' new mantra) that blogging from the office is pretty much out of the question at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SZtItjL-BLI/AAAAAAAAAao/Ojcq7uOyZUI/s1600-h/New+York+people.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SZtItjL-BLI/AAAAAAAAAao/Ojcq7uOyZUI/s400/New+York+people.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a trip anywhere, ASAP. I'm not picky, I just need to get on a plane and fly away (yeah, pretty much like Dido's song). And it really doesn't help when all of a sudden everyone I know is either going, coming or in New York. Seriously, screw the Inca Trail, never mind Backpacking Europe or lying in the sun in Greece. NYC is THE city once more. Or it never stopped? I was so surprised that suddenly everyone's going... I want someone to take me with them!! And do lots of shopping pretending there's no world crisis, and skate at Central Park this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SZtJcG0FNdI/AAAAAAAAAaw/cLDCeOOLNZ0/s1600-h/New+York+taxi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SZtJcG0FNdI/AAAAAAAAAaw/cLDCeOOLNZ0/s400/New+York+taxi.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I can go to New York and back on my two-days-2009-vacation?? TWO DAYS for 2009... it's just waaaay too depressing. I'm starting to plan weekend mini trips as of now. But right right &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; now: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to be a part of it.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SZtJ9FTB21I/AAAAAAAAAa4/2t9uRMqUP9c/s1600-h/New+York+skyline.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SZtJ9FTB21I/AAAAAAAAAa4/2t9uRMqUP9c/s400/New+York+skyline.jpg" vi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Amazing New York photographs by Joe Proosen (see the whole &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/joeproosen/sets/72157606074728851/"&gt;set here&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-7175274101017632978?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/7175274101017632978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=7175274101017632978' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/7175274101017632978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/7175274101017632978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-york-new-york.html' title='New York, New York...'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SZtH1WgcHXI/AAAAAAAAAag/63YAZRAYCQM/s72-c/New+york+bridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-7443403889147118042</id><published>2009-02-13T09:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:15:06.840-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buenos Aires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SY9e5iZxMjI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/XkuyjNp4ZwA/s1600-h/Valentine+Day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SY9e5iZxMjI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/XkuyjNp4ZwA/s400/Valentine+Day.jpg" xi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Valentine's Day is right around the corner. Wether it's your first with someone, your first alone, you're running out of ideas or you've got the perfect plan, how are you planning on spending it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I'm not sure. P and I always pretend it's not an important date, but then we are at the last second trying to figure out what to do so we don't let the moment pass. Our most memorable? Probably the year&amp;nbsp;we had dinner at Azurra, a restaurant on a19th floor in downtown Buenos Aires. He'd booked a table by the window, and we had a spectacular view of Puerto Madero and we saw the Gay Cruise take off into the night all lit up. Too bad it closed, 'cause the restaurant was really nice, although the food was a bit blah. What do you care, though, it's Valentine's!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please post your plans for tomorrow and have a &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt; weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Photo via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/325772"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;WeHeartIt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-7443403889147118042?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/7443403889147118042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=7443403889147118042' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/7443403889147118042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/7443403889147118042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-weekend.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Weekend!'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SY9e5iZxMjI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/XkuyjNp4ZwA/s72-c/Valentine+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-8395514909001016104</id><published>2009-02-12T10:57:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:56:50.661-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0800-HELP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buenos Aires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My photos'/><title type='text'>Yellow chrysanthemum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SZQm6lmV-7I/AAAAAAAAAY8/cZaeRaIF7L0/s1600-h/DSCN0841.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SZQm6lmV-7I/AAAAAAAAAY8/cZaeRaIF7L0/s400/DSCN0841.JPG" xi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not having a good day yesterday. I can't really put down in words and on the internets all that was going on in my head. But it just wasn't my greatest. After having had dinner with the girls, I realised I had enough money for a three blocks taxi ride, so I went for a bus instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and waiting and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was enough to start going through my thoughts all over again. It was dark, past midnight and I was getting a bit stressed. After 51 MINUTES of being alone with my thoughts, a guy out of nowhere comes along with a bouquet of flowers. I started getting paranoid, wishing he'd go away as he stops two feet away from me. He turns around and hands me a yellow flower. I said "thank you" two or three times, and he didn't say a word, he just smiled and left. And there I was, standing by the sidewalk in the middle of the night, and I was speechless. I couldn't hold back the tears and at that moment all of my problems and worries got solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is a big THANK YOU to that guy who last night at 12.51 was walking around the city with a bouquet of flowers. Never underestimate the kindness of strangers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-8395514909001016104?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/8395514909001016104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=8395514909001016104' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/8395514909001016104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/8395514909001016104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/02/yellow-chrysanthemum.html' title='Yellow chrysanthemum'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SZQm6lmV-7I/AAAAAAAAAY8/cZaeRaIF7L0/s72-c/DSCN0841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-2002629470495046336</id><published>2009-02-11T09:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T10:34:09.864-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fairytales'/><title type='text'>It's all about the gut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/07/13/article-1034769-01F0960B00000578-400_468x411.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="367" src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/07/13/article-1034769-01F0960B00000578-400_468x411.jpg" width="420" xi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the days before Valentine's and, you know, everyone's talking about it either in a possitive or&amp;nbsp;negative way, and well... this Valentine's I'm gonna dedicate it to Wallis and Edward. You might wonder... who are they and why have I piked them? Well, I've always been sort of intrigued by them, one of those little-known love stories by our generation, but that at their time must have revolutioned society in such a political way that makes you wonder, how can someone go through life with such a predestined burden. Because ok, let's say that a person's life is not predetermined... A lot of people will agree to that. But I think there's a tiny exeption to this rule: monarchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward VIII wasn't allowed by the crown nor Parliament to marry Wallis Simpson (a two-times American divorcee). I've always admired George's gut, to stand up&amp;nbsp;in front of the British Empire and say: "I have found it impossible to carry the heavy burden of responsibility and to discharge my duties as king as I would wish to do without the help and support of the woman I love" (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_VIII_of_the_United_Kingdom"&gt;Wiki&lt;/a&gt;), and let his brother, King George VI stand up to the throne. I wonder what would have happened if he had given up on Wallis... Who'd be king/queen of Britain today? Would Diana have met such a tragic death? Would my infatuation over Prince William be the same? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many, many questions, but I'm still amazed by the one man strong enough to realise what he wanted, step up to the occasion and make his own destiny, spending the rest of his life with the woman he loved. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/07/13/article-1034769-01F0960B00000578-400_468x411.jpg"&gt;Photo credits&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-2002629470495046336?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/2002629470495046336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=2002629470495046336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/2002629470495046336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/2002629470495046336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-all-about-git.html' title='It&apos;s all about the gut'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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-6236575300819771703.post-7742389475674121665</id><published>2009-02-10T15:01:00.031-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:35:09.350-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Banana pancakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SZG6_rSFuvI/AAAAAAAAAY0/72kQA3zcrq4/s1600-h/Couple+hug.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SZG6_rSFuvI/AAAAAAAAAY0/72kQA3zcrq4/s400/Couple+hug.jpg" xi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. Storm. Afternoon. Office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow these four words don't seem to combine, not today at least. Days like today make me think of Jack Johnson's song &lt;em&gt;Banana Pancakes&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Just stay home, snuggle up and do nothing at all.&amp;nbsp;*Sight* How long until&amp;nbsp;the day is out? (Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GJs9c__Xvf4"&gt;here to complete relaxation&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't you see that it's just raining&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain't no need to go outside...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But Baby, You hardly even notice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I try to show you this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song is meant to keep ya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From doing what your supposed to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like waking up too early&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe we can sleep in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll make you banana pancakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretend like its the weekend now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we could pretend it all the time&lt;br /&gt;Cant you see that its just raining&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no need to go outside&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no need ain't no need Mmmm MMmmm&lt;br /&gt;Cant you see cant you see&lt;br /&gt;Rain all day&lt;br /&gt;And I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Complete lyrics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/jackjohnson/bananapancakes.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Photo from &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/343493"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-7742389475674121665?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/7742389475674121665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=7742389475674121665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/7742389475674121665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/7742389475674121665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/02/banana-pancakes.html' title='Banana pancakes'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SZG6_rSFuvI/AAAAAAAAAY0/72kQA3zcrq4/s72-c/Couple+hug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-1381479052389098460</id><published>2009-02-09T01:05:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:57:29.180-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>L'ultimo bacio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SY-ffZmZNoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Gwhqdotk7No/s1600-h/The+last+kiss.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SY-ffZmZNoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Gwhqdotk7No/s400/The+last+kiss.JPG" border="0" xi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Today was one of those nights that's just perfect for renting one of those movies there's no chance I could convince P on watching. And I've been meaning to watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0434139/"&gt;The last kiss&lt;/a&gt; for a really long time. For no special reason, really. I just love Zack Braff, and the story seemed quite interesting and all, so I rented it. Right from the begging I started feeling like I'd already seen it, scenes kept occuring and somehow I sort of knew what the character would do or say next but I was sure I hadn't seen it before... weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Until somewhere throughout the middle of the movie it came to me... IT'S THE REMAKE OF L'ULTIMO BACIO!!!! How had I not realised before that &lt;em&gt;The last kiss&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;L'ultimo bacio&lt;/em&gt;... I don't know. I felt so silly!! I've been meaning to see Zack's movie for quite some time too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SY-fcwTvrOI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ugR2pQx5R-s/s1600-h/L" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SY-fcwTvrOI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ugR2pQx5R-s/s400/L%27ultimo+bacio.jpg" border="0" xi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the initial shock I decided to keep watching. The story is so good that it doesn't matter wether it's in Italian or English. I have to admit though that I like the Italian version better. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0009629/"&gt;Stefano Accorsi&lt;/a&gt; (photo above) is hotttt and really good on this film, but &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0057150/"&gt;Jacinda Barrett&lt;/a&gt; (who plays Rebecca on Bridget Jones II) really surprised me and, in my opinion, totally nailed the part on this remake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole story is quite strong, and it deal's with different couples at different moments of their relationships. Makes you think, hard. Or at least that's what happened to me, I started bringing it down to the relationships I know, specially now when it seems like everyone's getting married and having kids. It just makes you stop and think. And that's good, to start analising and seeing things from a different angle from time to time. I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: It's a good thing P never agreed to watch it, 'cause if I'd made him watch that movie twice I'd never hear the end of it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? Was your weekend so productive? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Credits:&lt;br /&gt;Photo #1:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0434139/"&gt;Internet Movie Data Base&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Photo #2:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.independentcritics.com/images/last%20kiss%20SPLASH.jpg"&gt;Independent Critrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-1381479052389098460?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/1381479052389098460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=1381479052389098460' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/1381479052389098460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/1381479052389098460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/02/lultimo-bacio.html' title='L&apos;ultimo bacio'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SY-ffZmZNoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Gwhqdotk7No/s72-c/The+last+kiss.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-1901970681632326817</id><published>2009-02-04T15:19:00.034-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:52:17.500-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Copycats (copionas)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SYoVlReG3DI/AAAAAAAAAYA/s0HTi_-9Mu4/s1600-h/wendy-bevan-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SYoVlReG3DI/AAAAAAAAAYA/s0HTi_-9Mu4/s400/wendy-bevan-2.jpg" xi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SYoV20Ar0rI/AAAAAAAAAYI/MCb6AcFBPW8/s1600-h/wendy-bevan-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SYoV20Ar0rI/AAAAAAAAAYI/MCb6AcFBPW8/s400/wendy-bevan-1.jpg" xi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw these two pics by Wendy Bevan and it got me thinking, besides the fact that these are extraordinary and the colors are surreal, don't we all have photos like these with our gals? We all love our shoe shots and&amp;nbsp;we hardly miss the chance&amp;nbsp;to take&amp;nbsp;one of these, and I started thinking...&amp;nbsp;how many girls out there have one (perhaps less stylish) photo just&amp;nbsp;like the ones above? Hmmm... probably a&amp;nbsp;gazillion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I also&amp;nbsp;love that all three of them are wearing the same nail polish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(Found these shots through &lt;a href="http://www.lolitas.se/index.php/2009/02/03/wendy-bevan-2/"&gt;Lolita&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-1901970681632326817?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/1901970681632326817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=1901970681632326817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/1901970681632326817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/1901970681632326817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/02/copycats-copionas.html' title='Copycats (copionas)'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SYoVlReG3DI/AAAAAAAAAYA/s0HTi_-9Mu4/s72-c/wendy-bevan-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-2327040709403036705</id><published>2009-02-02T23:20:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:00:01.143-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adverts'/><title type='text'>Miss Dior Chérie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RGiBYh_XyxI&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today I wanna run through the city to a French song, try on clothes, have cupcakes, wear a pink dress and golden shoes with bows, ride my bicycle and be absolutely gorgeous and carefree. And live in Paris, of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm absolutely in love with the new &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RGiBYh_XyxI&amp;amp;eurl=http://www.thecherryblossomgirl.com/page/6/"&gt;Miss Dior Chérie&lt;/a&gt; advert, produced by Sofia Coppola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.: Feel free to get me the parfum if you're ever stuck at the freeshop!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Found it via &lt;a href="http://www.thecherryblossomgirl.com/12-lovely-things-ii/3927/"&gt;The Cherry Blossom Girl&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-2327040709403036705?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/2327040709403036705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=2327040709403036705' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/2327040709403036705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/2327040709403036705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/02/miss-dior-cherie.html' title='Miss Dior Chérie'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-626195543594513006</id><published>2009-01-30T10:32:00.018-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:52:56.615-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Girls weekend out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SYMHg3Ggi6I/AAAAAAAAAX4/dq4rrcrh0VU/s1600-h/Leaving_by_feal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SYMHg3Ggi6I/AAAAAAAAAX4/dq4rrcrh0VU/s400/Leaving_by_feal.jpg" xi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to get around the idea that I have no summer vacations... so I'm off&amp;nbsp;to the beach yet again, this weekend with the girls. It's been ages since we haven't gone on vacactions together, so it should be great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back blogging on Monday. Have a great weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Photo: &lt;em&gt;Leaving&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;a href="http://feal.deviantart.com/art/Leaving-54038199"&gt;Feal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-626195543594513006?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/626195543594513006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=626195543594513006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/626195543594513006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/626195543594513006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/01/girls-weekend-out.html' title='Girls weekend out'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SYMHg3Ggi6I/AAAAAAAAAX4/dq4rrcrh0VU/s72-c/Leaving_by_feal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-4028731351148329586</id><published>2009-01-29T14:11:00.017-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:43:01.440-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0800-HELP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things'/><title type='text'>Therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SYHkecnuuWI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jAtVSOHqjSI/s1600-h/Divan.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SYHkecnuuWI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jAtVSOHqjSI/s400/Divan.jpg" border="0" xi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been feeling like I'm in a whirpool of things coming at me, and I need to slow down and get back in touch with the things I love. This blog, for example. Being out, reading a good book, feel like I don't have to run to get everywhere (like I've been running for the past 3 months). And yesterday, in the wee hours of the night, reading &lt;a href="http://www.whatpossessedme.com/"&gt;What Possessed Me&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://joannagoddard.blogspot.com/"&gt;A cup of Jo&lt;/a&gt; and all the things I've been missing out I realised that I want to start now. So here I am, back blogging, back reading the blogs I looove and thinking of all the cool, cute little details I want to start posting about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a question for you though, how bad would it be that I don't translate to Spanish any more? Send your comments, as I really want to know how you feel about that! Oh! And I loved reading at 3am last night all the encuragement comments!! Thaaaaaanx!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back, and hopefully for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Divano Back-to-back by &lt;a href="http://www.nigelcoates.com/project/fratelli_boffi"&gt;Nigel Coates&lt;/a&gt;, via We Heart It.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-4028731351148329586?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/4028731351148329586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=4028731351148329586' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/4028731351148329586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/4028731351148329586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2009/01/therapy.html' title='Therapy'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SYHkecnuuWI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jAtVSOHqjSI/s72-c/Divan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-4507582123811116015</id><published>2008-12-10T01:12:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:34:46.177-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0800-HELP'/><title type='text'>Total abandonment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/ST82i_2YGtI/AAAAAAAAAXg/qxrp8T2o6q0/s1600-h/Started+running.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lh="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/ST82i_2YGtI/AAAAAAAAAXg/qxrp8T2o6q0/s400/Started+running.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know! I've been neglecting you!! I won't try to hide it... 'cause it'd be useless. But I wanted to let you know that I've come up with a little self-inflicted punishment... I went out running today! Yes, you read right. RUNNING I tell 'ya! How is this possibe? I don't know... i just grabbed my sneakers and&amp;nbsp;went out. And I run 1km... am I out of shape or am I out of shape?? Hehe, of course that's not all I did, I walked pretty fast and pretty hard for a while too... and you have to consider the elements: it had just pourded down on the city, which means I had to jump and zig-zag and down right get soaked from time to time... But I loved it! Let's see how long it lasts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya sé! Las tengo re abandonadas!! No voy a negarlo... ni voy a intentarlo. Pero quería contarles que ya me autoimpuse una penitencia... hoy fui a correr! Sí, leíste bien: CORRER! Cómo es posible? No sé... agarré las zapatillas y salí. Y corrí 1km. Estoy fuera de estado o qué?? Jejej, obvio que no es todo lo que hice, caminé un montón super rápido... y hay que considerar los obstáculos a los que una se enfrenta cuando sale a correr por la ciudad: recién había llovido por ende tuve que saltar, zigzaguear y empaparme con las baldozas sueltas... Pero me encantó! Veremos cuanto me dura...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Las extrañé!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Awesome drawing by &lt;a href="http://www.krisatomic.com/blog/?p=208"&gt;KRISATOMIC&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-4507582123811116015?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/4507582123811116015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=4507582123811116015' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/4507582123811116015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/4507582123811116015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/12/total-abandonment.html' title='Total abandonment...'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/ST82i_2YGtI/AAAAAAAAAXg/qxrp8T2o6q0/s72-c/Started+running.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-1136456987270856347</id><published>2008-12-04T12:24:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:32:18.730-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Looking chick at the train station</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/STgSWlNXByI/AAAAAAAAAXA/dFJqPePDD5A/s1600-h/woman-victoria-station-london-1951-.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/STgSWlNXByI/AAAAAAAAAXA/dFJqPePDD5A/s400/woman-victoria-station-london-1951-.jpg" border="0" lh="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... how to look chick at the train station in the morning when you're barely awake, there's a throng of people swarming the platform and you're worried you've got your purse, your coat and your MP3 player still with you?? IMPOSSIBLE! That's why I love this pic I guess... Total uthopia... What do you think?? Do you look this stylish in the mornings??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Mary Flower: I travelled with your mum this morning, I hadn't seen her in ages! She actually resembled someone totally cool and stylish like the lady in the photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mmmm... como ser chick en la estación de tren en la mañana cuando apenas estás despierta, hay un mundo de gente en el andén y tenés que estar preocupándote si tenés o no la cartera, la campera y tu MP3?? IMPOSIBLE!! Por eso me encanta esta foto... Utopía total... Ustedes qué piensan?? Están así de divas a la mañana??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;De paso, Mary Flower: hoy viajé con tu mamá. Hace mil que no la veía! La verdad que estaba tan diva como la mujer de la foto!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Photo credits: &lt;em&gt;Passing in Victoria Station, London&lt;/em&gt; (1951), from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.doubletakesblog.com/2008/10/happy-monday.html"&gt;Double Takes&lt;/a&gt;, via &lt;a href="http://joannagoddard.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-different-pretty-ladies.html"&gt;A Cup of Jo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-1136456987270856347?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/1136456987270856347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=1136456987270856347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/1136456987270856347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/1136456987270856347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/12/looking-chick-at-train-station.html' title='Looking chick at the train station'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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/_-TaQmv9V6I4/STgSWlNXByI/AAAAAAAAAXA/dFJqPePDD5A/s72-c/woman-victoria-station-london-1951-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-4391060413850038585</id><published>2008-12-03T00:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:30:55.649-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magazines'/><title type='text'>Bridal blogs, acceptable wedding favours and inspiration boards...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQk09OJfYUI/AAAAAAAAAO0/fSXbxJF6gD0/s1600-h/1950s+dride+mag.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQk09OJfYUI/AAAAAAAAAO0/3LnlJRcmLbk/s400-R/1950s+dride+mag.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain bird shouldn't have told a certain someone so bluntly and matter-of-factly about anybody's upcoming wedding a few weeks ago, 'cause now&amp;nbsp;that certain someone is absolutely pannicked, and suddenly obsessed with bridal blogs, acceptable wedding favours and inspiration boards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not, in any way, cool! Oh, and btw, don't press... 'cause I'm not giving away any names!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cierta persona no debería haberle dicho a otra persona hace un par de semanas, de manera tan natural el hecho del casamiento que se aproxima porque ahora esa otra persona entró en pánico total y de repente está obsesionada con blogs de novias, regalitos aceptables&amp;nbsp;e "inspirational boards" para sacar ideas...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para nada copado! Ah, y ni se gasten en preguntar, porque no voy a dar nombres!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Image from &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/charmandpoise/417886828/"&gt;Ladies' Home Journal, June 1958&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;via&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/44558"&gt;We Heart It&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-4391060413850038585?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/4391060413850038585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=4391060413850038585' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/4391060413850038585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/4391060413850038585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/12/bridal-blogs-acceptable-wedding-favours.html' title='Bridal blogs, acceptable wedding favours and inspiration boards...'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQk09OJfYUI/AAAAAAAAAO0/3LnlJRcmLbk/s72-Rc/1950s+dride+mag.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-4907977665436072254</id><published>2008-12-02T01:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T02:04:01.149-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Just finished reading... {Divisadero}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello!! I'm so sorry I've been missing lately... a lot's been going on and I'm trying to adjust back to my regular schedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hola!! Perdón que estuve tan desaparecida estos días... pasaron mil cosas y recién ahora me estoy ajustando a mi rutina!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/STSm-fRm_nI/AAAAAAAAAW4/M9KppnNfMmc/s1600-h/Divisadero.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lh="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/STSm-fRm_nI/AAAAAAAAAW4/M9KppnNfMmc/s400/Divisadero.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I just finished reading &lt;em&gt;Divisadero&lt;/em&gt;, a book by Michael Ondaatje (author of &lt;em&gt;The English patient&lt;/em&gt;). The story is really interesting... It'd be a bit hard to explain over one post, as the narration begins in the '70s in California and ends at the beggining of the XXth century (or almost) in France. I was a bit shocked by the ending. If you're looking for a story that ends all wrapped up in the end with a bow:&amp;nbsp;avoid &lt;em&gt;Divisadero&lt;/em&gt;. I guess I took it as a novel to challenge yourself and go beyond what's "stablished". Ondaatje has a way of going forward and back, crossing stories and characters, scenography and time in a way that's mesmerizing and it won't let you put it&amp;nbsp;down. I thoght this book would be completely different and it blew my&amp;nbsp;mind away.&amp;nbsp;It&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;written and narrated in a completely different way than we're used to, and I loved it for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably reading&amp;nbsp;all of this and thinking I'm saying a lot without actually saying a thing... and perhaps I should re-read it to try to make the&amp;nbsp;most of the end. But, what I can say is that if you feel like reading something challenging,&amp;nbsp;analizing a bit of techique and literature you're going to love this book. Right now I'm thinking it's a love or hate situation, and I'm loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acabo de terminar de leer&lt;/em&gt; Divisadero&lt;em&gt;, un libro escrito por Michael Ondaatje (autor de &lt;/em&gt;El paciente inglés&lt;em&gt;). La historia es muy interesante... es un poco dificil de explicar en un post, ya que comienza en California en los '70 y termina más o menos&amp;nbsp;a principios del siglo XX en el sur de Francia. El final me shoqueó un&amp;nbsp;poco. Si estás buscando una historia que termine super resuelta con un moño al final,&amp;nbsp;no leas&lt;/em&gt; Divisadero&lt;em&gt;. Yo me la tomé como una novela para desafiarse a uno mismo y ver más allá de lo establecido y conocido. Ondaatje tiene una manera de ir para adelante y para atrás, cruzando historias y personajes, escenografías y tiempo que es hipnotizante y no te permite dejar de leer. Pensé que este libro iba a ser completamente diferente y me sorprendió. Está narrado en una forma&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;completamente distinta a la que estamos acostumbrados y me encantó.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Probablemente estén leyendo esto y piensen que estoy diciendo mucho sin en verdad decir algo... y tal vez tenga que volver a leer el libro para sacar algo más del final. Lo que les puedo decir&amp;nbsp;es que si tienen ganas de leer algo que las&amp;nbsp;desafíe, analizar un poco de técnica y de literatura les&amp;nbsp;va a encantar este libro. Para mí es una situación de amor-odio, y a mí me encantó!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Book cover by Anthea Lingeman for Vintage International.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-4907977665436072254?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/4907977665436072254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=4907977665436072254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/4907977665436072254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/4907977665436072254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-finished-reading-divisadero.html' title='Just finished reading... {Divisadero}'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/STSm-fRm_nI/AAAAAAAAAW4/M9KppnNfMmc/s72-c/Divisadero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-3540712213861407172</id><published>2008-11-25T01:30:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T02:09:33.678-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A life of travels'/><title type='text'>Business (beach) trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSoglUlDKQI/AAAAAAAAAWw/SgIZJmKkM_k/s1600-h/Photo+by+Bjornstar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272062139341940994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSoglUlDKQI/AAAAAAAAAWw/SgIZJmKkM_k/s400/Photo+by+Bjornstar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;I'm going away to the coast on my first business trip!! I know, I know, I just started working there and I'm already going to a beach-side Sheraton for three days?? Life sucks, huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back blogging on Friday! Hope you all have a great week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me voy de viaje a la costa en mi primer viaje de negocios! Sí, si, ya sé, recién empecé a trabajar y ya me estoy llendo por tres días a un Sheraton en la playa?? La vida apesta, no?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vuelvo a bloggear el viernes! Espero que tengan una buena semana!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Photograph by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.tiagolima.com/"&gt;Tiago Lima&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;via&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://citified.blogspot.com/2008/08/tell-him-ive-gone.html"&gt;This is Glamorous &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-3540712213861407172?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/3540712213861407172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=3540712213861407172' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/3540712213861407172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/3540712213861407172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/11/business-beach-trip.html' title='Business (beach) trip'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSoglUlDKQI/AAAAAAAAAWw/SgIZJmKkM_k/s72-c/Photo+by+Bjornstar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-8298656917026593541</id><published>2008-11-24T01:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:21:18.376-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buenos Aires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>A Starbucks proposal + opening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Just in case you guys didn't already know, we have a new Stabucks Coffee Store in our neigbourhood! You can now find it at the corner of Federico Lacroze and 3 de Febrero (Belgrano). Make sure to try out the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#741b47;"&gt;Dulce de Leche Frapuccino Crème&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.... &lt;em&gt;to die for&lt;/em&gt; this summer! (Warning: for some reason the store is full of 12-15 year olds... might want to consider the time you hit the store!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;And now something to illustrate the news: a Starbucks proposal, photographed by a friend in desguise. How cute is that??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSmwDe29MRI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/P9H8PzhrCEE/s1600-h/StarB1.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSmwDe29MRI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/P9H8PzhrCEE/s320/StarB1.jpg" border="0" lh="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSmwEwrd7_I/AAAAAAAAAWY/23VbF8TL2Vo/s1600-h/StarB2.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSmwEwrd7_I/AAAAAAAAAWY/23VbF8TL2Vo/s320/StarB2.jpg" border="0" lh="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSmwGr5PnJI/AAAAAAAAAWg/dpELhWPyU2g/s1600-h/Starb3.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSmwGr5PnJI/AAAAAAAAAWg/dpELhWPyU2g/s320/Starb3.jpg" border="0" lh="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSmwId_FBFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/JxgN51Dt8uA/s1600-h/StarB4.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSmwId_FBFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/JxgN51Dt8uA/s320/StarB4.jpg" border="0" lh="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por si todavía no se enteraron, tenemos un nuevos Starbucks en el barrio! Abrió en la esquina de Federico Lacroze y 3 de Febrero (Belgrano). Les recomiendo el &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dulce de Leche Frapuccino Crème&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... genial para este verano! (Advertencia: por alguna razón el local está lleno de chicas y chicos de 12 a 15 años, ténganlo en cuenta para elegir el horario!).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y para ilustrar las novedades: una pareja que se comprpometió en uno de los locales fotografiados por una amiga en encuvierto! No es re tierno??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos by &lt;a href="http://photographythrucindiseyes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cindi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I came across this cute proposal via &lt;a href="http://joannagoddard.blogspot.com/2008/10/starbucks-proposal.html"&gt;A Cup of Joe&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-8298656917026593541?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/8298656917026593541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=8298656917026593541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/8298656917026593541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/8298656917026593541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/11/starbucks-proposal-opening.html' title='A Starbucks proposal + opening'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSmwDe29MRI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/P9H8PzhrCEE/s72-c/StarB1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-3465316542748388460</id><published>2008-11-21T01:00:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T02:14:12.652-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fairytales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs to love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portraits'/><title type='text'>Monceau Parc avec The Cherry Blossom Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSYko18oiOI/AAAAAAAAAVo/EA_AcI9z0Kw/s1600-h/CBG+Column.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSYko18oiOI/AAAAAAAAAVo/EA_AcI9z0Kw/s400/CBG+Column.jpg" border="0" lh="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;There's a garden in Paris that I love. I've actually never been to this particular park as last year I didn't know it's name and I thought it would be easy enough to find it (and I never did). Later I discovered it's not on the "touristy things-to-do list", and I've become even more intrigued by it! That's why I was totally pleased when I saw The Cherry Blossom Girl's last &lt;a href="http://www.thecherryblossomgirl.com/les-nymphes/3709/"&gt;blog entry&lt;/a&gt;: an entire photoshoot among the trees, autumn leaves and Corinthian columns at &lt;a href="http://www.monument-paris.com/parc-monceau.htm"&gt;Monceau Parc&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSYksablAfI/AAAAAAAAAVw/OSGEQI3pUn0/s1600-h/CBG+Black.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSYksablAfI/AAAAAAAAAVw/OSGEQI3pUn0/s400/CBG+Black.jpg" border="0" lh="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Alix, or &lt;a href="http://www.thecherryblossomgirl.com/"&gt;The Cherry Blossom Girl&lt;/a&gt; (the brunette in the photos), goes all over Paris and other pretty French locations and does great fashion photoshoots that I love to gawk at, and I'm pretty sure you'll love too, so I think it's a great idea to start my brand new Blog roll with her!. Her blog is lovely, and it just makes you want to have a great photographger around you all the time so you can start posting fantastic pics of yourself in breathtaking outfits (note to self: I need a friend who can take amazing photos and doesn't mind chasing me around BA!). Enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSYkxYjD5qI/AAAAAAAAAV4/VwrqV6a-wuY/s1600-h/CBG+Bridge.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSYkxYjD5qI/AAAAAAAAAV4/VwrqV6a-wuY/s400/CBG+Bridge.jpg" border="0" lh="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hay un jardín en París que me encanta. En realidad es un paque que no conozco, el año pasado quise ir y no sabía cómo se llamaba y pensé que iba a ser fácil encontrarlo (y al final nunca llegué). Más tarde me enteré que no está en la lista de cosas típicas para hacer en París, y ahora me intriga más! Por eso me encantó el &lt;a href="http://www.thecherryblossomgirl.com/les-nymphes/3709/"&gt;último post&lt;/a&gt; de The Cherry Blossom Girl: una sesión de fotos entre los árboles, las hojas caídas y las columnas corintias del &lt;a href="http://es.parisinfo.com/musees-monuments-paris-es/1264/monceau-parc-"&gt;Monceau Parc&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSYx4UDZXtI/AAAAAAAAAWI/SeklJVJD758/s1600-h/CBG+apples.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSYx4UDZXtI/AAAAAAAAAWI/SeklJVJD758/s400/CBG+apples.jpg" border="0" lh="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alix, o &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecherryblossomgirl.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Cherry Blossom Girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (la morocha de las fotos), va por todo París y otras locaciones francesas lindísimas para hacer sesiones de fotos que sube a su blog. La verdad es que son geniales y estoy segura que a ustedes les va a gustar tanto como a mí por eso me parece que es un blog genial para empezar mi nuevo Blog roll! Su blog está bárbaro, y de sólo verlo te dan ganas de tener un buen fotógrafo que te persiga por todos lados y te saque fotos buenísimas con conjuntos increíbles (nota: necesito una amiga que saque fotos espectaculares y que no tenga problema de seguirme por todo BA!). Disfruten!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSYkzBmgPkI/AAAAAAAAAWA/KLefMts3Oxk/s1600-h/CBG+Run.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSYkzBmgPkI/AAAAAAAAAWA/KLefMts3Oxk/s400/CBG+Run.jpg" border="0" lh="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-3465316542748388460?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/3465316542748388460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=3465316542748388460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/3465316542748388460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/3465316542748388460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/11/monceau-parc-avec-cherry-blossom-girl.html' title='Monceau Parc avec The Cherry Blossom Girl'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSYko18oiOI/AAAAAAAAAVo/EA_AcI9z0Kw/s72-c/CBG+Column.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-4383464085225087462</id><published>2008-11-20T23:39:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:11:54.707-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0800-HELP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adverts'/><title type='text'>Photos that cheat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSYSFJqTF7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/v6jm9qnkbiI/s1600-h/DSCN0305.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSYSFJqTF7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/v6jm9qnkbiI/s400/DSCN0305.JPG" border="0" lh="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Sometimes as consumers we come across certain products that you just wonder how you bought them in the first place. Advertising has a big role on this, but most of the time the packaging really helps selling the product. Don't get me wrong, I'm not against this at all, I LOVE advertising, and I love the art and research and detail that go into packaging as well... as long as the photo or the advert is selling something remotely simmilar to the real product. In this case my Mum bought what looked like really nice chocolate cookies. You should have seen my face once I opened the package... It makes you wonder if they placed the wrong product in the wrong box! Someone should tell the folks at Carrefour that by selling cookies in a cardboard box instead of a plasic wrapper doesn't make the product "premium". It turns out to be a complete disappointmet, so much so that I had to take a picture of it. (PS: the taste is as bad as the real photo / Click on the photos to see the BIG difference).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSYRx4fh7HI/AAAAAAAAAVY/FtgyHzPgIB0/s1600-h/DSCN0303.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSYRx4fh7HI/AAAAAAAAAVY/FtgyHzPgIB0/s400/DSCN0303.JPG" border="0" lh="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A veces, como consumidores nos encontramos con ciertos productos que te hacen pensar cómo es que los terminaste comprando. La publicidad cumple un rol fundamental, pero el packagint también ayuda muchísimo a la hora de la venta. No me malinterprenten, me ENCANTA la publicidad, así como también el arte, investigación y detalle que forman parte del proceso de elaboración del packaging... siempre y cuando la foto o la publicidad vendan algo mínimamente parecido al producto real. En este caso mi mamá comrpó unas galletitas de chocolate que parecían bastante buenas. Deberían haber visto mi cara cuando abrí el paquete... Te hace pensar si no pusieron el producto equivocado en la caja equivocada! Alguien le debería decir a la gente de Carrefour que el sólo hecho de vender galletitas en una caja de cartón en vez de en un envoltorio de plástico no las convierte automáticamente en un producto "premium". Termina siendo una desilución total, tanto que le tuve que sacar una foto. (PD: la galletita es tan fea como la foto real / Hagan click en la foto para ver bien la GRAN diferencia).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-4383464085225087462?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/4383464085225087462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=4383464085225087462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/4383464085225087462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/4383464085225087462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/11/photos-that-cheat.html' title='Photos that cheat'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSYSFJqTF7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/v6jm9qnkbiI/s72-c/DSCN0305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-4070740914979597970</id><published>2008-11-19T01:39:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T02:23:07.043-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deco'/><title type='text'>Walls gone wild*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSOKmVSv0cI/AAAAAAAAAVI/wTwohhobGJ4/s1600-h/Ghost+chairs.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSOKmVSv0cI/AAAAAAAAAVI/wTwohhobGJ4/s400/Ghost+chairs.jpg" border="0" rg="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;I'm loving &lt;a href="http://www.annesage.com/blog/2008/11/absolutely-loving-walls-grown-wild.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; in The City Sage: a whole post on wallpaper! I've been seeing everywhere lately how wallpapering has started to become more of a thing to keep in mind when decorating a space, rather than just choosing a strong color for your walls. I usually don't fall all over the place for heavely colored wallpaper, I'm more into what I like to call &lt;a href="http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/10/lappartament-de-mes-rves.html"&gt;"Scandinavia meets La Provence"&lt;/a&gt;, but I'm LOVING these two looks, specially the wallpaper in the bedroom! &lt;a href="http://www.gemmacomas.com/Interiors_10.html"&gt;Gemma Comas&lt;/a&gt; does unbelievable interior photography!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;I generaly post things I would love to try out or own, but in the case of this &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/decorology/"&gt;dining room&lt;/a&gt; I am absoulutely mystified by Starck's &lt;a href="http://www.design-conscious.co.uk/mall/designconscious/products/product-829339.stm"&gt;Louis Ghost chairs&lt;/a&gt;. I love the concept: a beautifully dressed table in a room filled with detail and color, you just can't have the chairs clashing the whole thing, now can you? By the way, I love the way the colors on the photo match perfectly my blog's color palette!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSOKo3iSNLI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Z3f9atVJDJ0/s1600-h/Crazy+wallpaper.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSOKo3iSNLI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Z3f9atVJDJ0/s400/Crazy+wallpaper.jpg" border="0" rg="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta &lt;a href="http://www.annesage.com/blog/2008/11/absolutely-loving-walls-grown-wild.html"&gt;este post&lt;/a&gt; en The City Sage: un post entero sobre empapelados! Últimamente estuve viendo por todos lados cómo el empapelado está regresando con más fuerza y vuelve a ser una opción más a tener en cuenta al decorar un espacio. Generalmente no me convencen mucho esos papeles sobrecargados y con mucho color, mi estilo es más onda &lt;a href="http://www.annesage.com/blog/2008/11/absolutely-loving-walls-grown-wild.html"&gt;"Escaninavia meets La Provence"&lt;/a&gt;, pero me ENCANTAN estas dos fotos, especialmente el empapelado del dormitorio! &lt;a href="http://www.gemmacomas.com/Interiors_10.html"&gt;Gemma Comas&lt;/a&gt; saca unas fotos de interiores increíbles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casi siempre posteo sobre cosas que me encantaría probar o tener, pero en el caso de la foto del &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/decorology/"&gt;comedor&lt;/a&gt; estoy totalmente embobada con las sillas &lt;a href="http://www.design-conscious.co.uk/mall/designconscious/products/product-829339.stm"&gt;Louis Ghost chairs&lt;/a&gt;, diseñadas por Starck. Me encanta el concepto de una mesa muy bien vestida, en una habitación llena de detalles y colores donde no podés meter unas sillas que te saturen y bloqueen la vista, no? Dicho sea depaso, me encanta como los colores de la foto combinan perfecto con la paleta de colores de mi blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*from &lt;a href="http://www.annesage.com/blog/2008/11/absolutely-loving-walls-grown-wild.html"&gt;Absolutely Loving: Walls gone Wild&lt;/a&gt;, by The City Sage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-4070740914979597970?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/4070740914979597970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=4070740914979597970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/4070740914979597970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/4070740914979597970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/11/walls-gone-wild.html' title='Walls gone wild*'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSOKmVSv0cI/AAAAAAAAAVI/wTwohhobGJ4/s72-c/Ghost+chairs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-101410088651893416</id><published>2008-11-19T00:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:03:19.346-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>Yagmour 3 day sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSOAye5nvbI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YnchZRCjwiU/s1600-h/Yagmour+Verano08.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSOAye5nvbI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YnchZRCjwiU/s400/Yagmour+Verano08.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Girls! I read in the paper yesterday that&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.yagmour.com/"&gt;Yagmour&lt;/a&gt; is holding a 3 day sale with everything 20% off. You might want to take advantage of it: 24, 25 and 26th November. Happy shopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chicas! Ayer leí en el diario que &lt;a href="http://www.yagmour.com/"&gt;Yagmour&lt;/a&gt; tiene una liquidación de tres días con un 20% de descuento sobre todos los productos. Si la quieren aprovechar es el 24, 25 y 26 de noviembre. Happy shopping!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-101410088651893416?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/101410088651893416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=101410088651893416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/101410088651893416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/101410088651893416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/11/yagmour-3-day-sale.html' title='Yagmour 3 day sale'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSOAye5nvbI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YnchZRCjwiU/s72-c/Yagmour+Verano08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-6876330179493133124</id><published>2008-11-18T01:28:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:58:03.356-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buenos Aires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Architecture'/><title type='text'>On the way to work {Retiro}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSI2uKC9jBI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/JLENel1QUI0/s1600-h/DSCN0217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSI2uKC9jBI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/JLENel1QUI0/s400/DSCN0217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#666666;"&gt;Palermo horse race tracks (from the train)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSI3OrrtzXI/AAAAAAAAAUY/felNs8eJJSg/s1600-h/DSCN0225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSI3OrrtzXI/AAAAAAAAAUY/felNs8eJJSg/s400/DSCN0225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#666666;"&gt;Monumento a los Ingleses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSI3e_lxAAI/AAAAAAAAAUg/foJmJrZasAc/s1600-h/DSCN0228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSI3e_lxAAI/AAAAAAAAAUg/foJmJrZasAc/s400/DSCN0228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#666666;"&gt;Av. Leandro N. Alem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSI3u3-aC6I/AAAAAAAAAUo/yYFpUH7FbR4/s1600-h/DSCN0235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSI3u3-aC6I/AAAAAAAAAUo/yYFpUH7FbR4/s400/DSCN0235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#666666;"&gt;Torre de IBM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSI4Q6g3ykI/AAAAAAAAAU4/C7LKIpJ9J24/s1600-h/DSCN0248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSI4Q6g3ykI/AAAAAAAAAU4/C7LKIpJ9J24/s400/DSCN0248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#666666;"&gt;Consultatio &amp;amp; Sun buildings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSI3_s8gogI/AAAAAAAAAUw/nRqBx_A8viE/s1600-h/DSCN0244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSI3_s8gogI/AAAAAAAAAUw/nRqBx_A8viE/s400/DSCN0244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#666666;"&gt;Microsft building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the bit of the neighbourhood of Retiro I get to see every morning on my way to work. Most people detest working downtown, but I'm absolutely in awe: by the people, the antique and modern buildings, the gorgeous (?) Retiro Train Station, everyone rushing to get to work around 9am, disappearing into the massive glass buildings... What isn't there to love? I get to work on a simple version of La Defense, and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Este es un pedacito del barrio de Retiro que veo todas las mañanas en el camino al trabajo. La mayoría odia tener que trabajar en el centro, pero a mí me encanta: la gente, los edificios antiguos y modernos, el lindísimo (?) edificio de la Estación de Trenes Retiro, todos corriendo para llegar a la oficina a las 9 de la mañana, desapareciéndo en los gigantescos edificios de vidrio... Qué no hay que querer? Me toca trabajar en una versión más simple de La Defense, y me encanta!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Photo credits: &lt;strong&gt;Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-6876330179493133124?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/6876330179493133124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=6876330179493133124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6876330179493133124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6876330179493133124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-way-to-work-retiro.html' title='On the way to work {Retiro}'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSI2uKC9jBI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/JLENel1QUI0/s72-c/DSCN0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-6407711911254940175</id><published>2008-11-17T01:46:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T01:58:37.495-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things'/><title type='text'>Colorstrology</title><content type='html'>Wouldn't it be great to surround yourself with a color that you know would totally lift your mood?? I don't know if this is entirely possible, but Michele Bernhardt has come up with a &lt;a href="http://www.colorstrology.com/"&gt;Colorstrology&lt;/a&gt; chart for Pantone. This is how it works: you click on your birth month and it comes up with a primary combination of colors, and then you click on your birth date and you get a more detailed and personal analysis. Hope you like it! In my case &lt;span style="color:#d5a6bd;"&gt;my mug is the color of my month &lt;/span&gt;and the upholstery on the walls from &lt;span style="color:#b6d7a8;"&gt;my desk at work are the color of my day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSDqMRTy9MI/AAAAAAAAATw/vgJieWiG0Xg/s1600-h/Colorstrology+-+July.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSDqMRTy9MI/AAAAAAAAATw/vgJieWiG0Xg/s400/Colorstrology+-+July.JPG" border="0" rg="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;color:#d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d5a6bd;"&gt;The color for the month of July is Coral Blush. Gentle and soothing, Coral Blush inspires love and receptivity. The Moon rules the skies during the month of July and just as the Moon goes through its phases and cycles, so do we. The silver in this color signifies the value of change, reflection and receptivity and the pink represents love and tenderness. Together, we have a color that can be used in times of change or transition and as an aid for emotional healing. Wearing, meditating or surrounding yourself with Coral Blush helps open the heart and the spirit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;color:#b6d7a8;"&gt;Many people born on this day are enterprising and want to build their careers. Practical and creative, you have the ability to start something from scratch and make it grow. You are independent but also enjoy being in a relationship. Try not to get too serious or let your emotions weight too heavy on your heart. Your personal color helps ease any momentary concerns that you may be carrying. Wearing, meditating or surrounding youself with Seafoam Green encourages action,joy and participation with others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No sería genial poder rodearte de un color que sabés que te va a levantar el ánimo?? No sé si esto es totalmente posible, pero Michel Bernhardt creó una carta de colores para Pantone que se llamar &lt;a href="http://www.colorstrology.com/"&gt;Colorstrology&lt;/a&gt;. Funciona así: hacés click en el mes de tu cumpleaños y te da un abanico de colores y luego hacés click en el día de tu cumple y te da una descripción más detallada y personal. Espero que les guste! En mi caso &lt;span style="color:#d5a6bd;"&gt;mi taza es del color de mi mes&lt;/span&gt; y las paredes de mi escritorio en la oficina están tapizadas con &lt;span style="color:#b6d7a8;"&gt;tela en el color de mi día&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://www.whatpossessedme.com/2008/09/highly-emotional-moi.html"&gt;What possesed me&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-6407711911254940175?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/6407711911254940175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=6407711911254940175' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6407711911254940175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6407711911254940175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/11/colorstrology.html' title='Colorstrology'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SSDqMRTy9MI/AAAAAAAAATw/vgJieWiG0Xg/s72-c/Colorstrology+-+July.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-405120121473596089</id><published>2008-11-14T14:00:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:07:21.918-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Bon weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SR2g2OV2beI/AAAAAAAAAS8/PjSxyp0nrF4/s1600-h/Girl+in+pink+bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268543992516472290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SR2g2OV2beI/AAAAAAAAAS8/PjSxyp0nrF4/s400/Girl+in+pink+bike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry about the lack of post this morning!! This week has been crazy and I was totally beat last night to think of something cool!! I hope you all have a great weekend! Have fun and relax!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perdón por la falta de post esta mañana!! Esta semana fue una locura y ayer a la noche terminé agotada como para pensar qué escribir! Espero que tengan un fin de semana genial! Difruten y descansen!&lt;/em&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/6236575300819771703-405120121473596089?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/405120121473596089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=405120121473596089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/405120121473596089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/405120121473596089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/11/bon-weekend.html' title='Bon weekend!'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SR2g2OV2beI/AAAAAAAAAS8/PjSxyp0nrF4/s72-c/Girl+in+pink+bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-2813438523367468419</id><published>2008-11-13T01:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:45:27.927-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0800-HELP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>Fashion emergency</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRur6dT_H1I/AAAAAAAAAS0/X0KX2qJ8ccw/s1600-h/JakandJil+Blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRur6dT_H1I/AAAAAAAAAS0/X0KX2qJ8ccw/s400/JakandJil+Blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhh! Someone'd better come along with me to do some serious shopping this weekend 'cause I hate coming back home empty handed!!! Seriously, make me some room during your weekend because I can't seem to find anything by myself, everything is too&amp;nbsp;expensive and&amp;nbsp;too blah!! What's going on?? And it's not even that I fell in love with something I can't afford. I just don't like a thing, period! Where is the style?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arghhhh! Más vale que alguna me acompañe este finde a comprar ropa porque estoy harta de volver a casa con las manos vacías!!! En serio, alguna se hace un ratito durante el fin de semana porque yo sola no encuentro nada, todo está muy caro y es re "blah"!! Qué pasa?? Y ni siquiera es que&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;enamoré de algo muy caro, directamente no me guusta nada! Dónde está la&amp;nbsp;ropa con&amp;nbsp;onda????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;loving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this look by stylist Caroline Sieber on &lt;a href="http://jakandjil.com/blog/?p=505"&gt;Jak &amp;amp; Jil Blog&lt;/a&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-2813438523367468419?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/2813438523367468419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=2813438523367468419' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/2813438523367468419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/2813438523367468419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/11/fashion-emergency.html' title='Fashion emergency'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRur6dT_H1I/AAAAAAAAAS0/X0KX2qJ8ccw/s72-c/JakandJil+Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-6918907224521114665</id><published>2008-11-12T01:30:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T01:37:13.388-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0800-HELP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Modern women of yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRpGrCF8fQI/AAAAAAAAASs/1CCbor3JhdE/s1600-h/Jane+Eyre.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRpGrCF8fQI/AAAAAAAAASs/1CCbor3JhdE/s400/Jane+Eyre.jpg" border="0" rg="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it THIINKING time already?? I don't know... but perhaps you'll love this little paragraph I found in my old copy of Chatlotte Brontë's &lt;em&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/em&gt;. Why did I pick this 643 pages-long book when I was barely eleven years-old and just starting to get English beats me. Even more amazing is the fact that I stumbled upon the paragraph I transcript below because I have marked it back in '96. Sometimes I am awed by the eleven-year-old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#741b47;"&gt;It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquillity: they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it. Millions are condemned to a stiller doom than mine, and millions are in silent revolt against their lot. Nobody knows how many rebellions besides political rebellions ferment in the masses of life which people earth. Women are supposed to be very calmed generally: but women feel just as men feel; they need exercise for their faculties, and a field for their efforts as much as their brothers do; they suffer from too rigid a restraint, too absolute a stagnation, precisely as men would suffer; and it is narrowminded in their more privileged fellow-creatures to say that they ought to confine themselves to making puddings and knitting stockings, to playing on the piano and embroidering bags. It is thoughtless to condemn them, or laugh at them, if they seek to do more or learn more than custom has pronounced necessary for their sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that this book was first published in 1847!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya es la hora de PENSAR denuevo?? Espero que les guste este párrafo que encontré en mi copia de&lt;/em&gt; Jane Eyre &lt;em&gt;de Charlotte Brontë. Por qué elegí este libro en inglés de 643 páginas cuando apenas tenía once años y recién empezaba a entender inglés? no sé. Y más me llamó la atención cuando enconté este párrafo (que les transcribo abajo) marcado por mí en el '96. Aveces me sigue sorprendiendo mi versión de once años. . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#741b47;"&gt;“Es en vano decir que los seres humanos deben estar satisfechos con la tranquilidad: las personas deben tener actividades y las inventarán si no las encuentran. Millones están condenadas a una inmovilidad aún más silenciosa que la mía, y millones están en rebeldía silenciosa contra su suerte. Nadie conoce cuántas rebeliones, además de las políticas, fermentan en las numerosísimas vidas que las gentes entierran. Se supone que las mujeres generalmente son muy calmadas, pero las mujeres sienten tanto como los hombres, necesitan ejercicio para sus facultades y un terreno para encaminar sus esfuerzos tanto como sus hermanos; sufren las restricciones rígidas, el estancamiento absoluto con la misma intensidad como las sufrirían los hombres, y es estrechez mental que sus compañeros privilegiados afirmen que ellas deberían dedicarse exclusivamente a hacer pasteles y a tejer calcetines, a tocar el piano y a bordar. Es insensato condenarlas o reírse de ellas si buscan hacer más cosas o aprender más de lo que la costumbre ha señalado que es necesario para su sexo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y pensar que este libro se publicó por primera vez en 1847!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traducción al castellano de &lt;a href="http://www.miguelangelbetancur.com/blog/index.php/2005/06/13/para-pensar-10/"&gt;acá&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Book cover by Richard Clifton-Dey for &lt;em&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/em&gt; by Charlotte Brontë, Puffin Classics, 1994&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-6918907224521114665?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/6918907224521114665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=6918907224521114665' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6918907224521114665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6918907224521114665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/11/modern-women-of-yesterday.html' title='Modern women of yesterday'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRpGrCF8fQI/AAAAAAAAASs/1CCbor3JhdE/s72-c/Jane+Eyre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-6220015185504102556</id><published>2008-11-11T00:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T01:04:58.848-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fairytales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Disney in real life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm asbsolutely loving this Disney photoshoot... and I bet you will too!! I put a "**" to the ones I heart the most 'cause I think they do look like the original characters. You can see the "making of"&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://riverexpress.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-fairytales-diney.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me encanta esta sesión de fotos de Disney... y creo que&amp;nbsp;a ustedes también les va a gustar!! Marqué con "**" las que me gustan más porque realmente se parecen a los personajes originales. Pueden ver el backstage de las fotos &lt;a href="http://riverexpress.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-fairytales-diney.html"&gt;acá&lt;/a&gt;. Disfruten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjufH8T2oI/AAAAAAAAASU/O4EBIOpTawQ/s1600-h/scarlett-johansson-cinderella.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjufH8T2oI/AAAAAAAAASU/O4EBIOpTawQ/s400/scarlett-johansson-cinderella.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Scarlet Johansson as &lt;em&gt;Cinderella **&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjuXgrZdpI/AAAAAAAAASE/OcCluOe-bN4/s1600-h/rachel-weisz-snow-white.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjuXgrZdpI/AAAAAAAAASE/OcCluOe-bN4/s400/rachel-weisz-snow-white.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rachel Weisz is &lt;em&gt;Snow White&lt;/em&gt; **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjuE7pFBPI/AAAAAAAAARM/Cip8Oiu2Fug/s1600-h/disney-fantasea-julianne-moore-the-little-mermaid-ariel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjuE7pFBPI/AAAAAAAAARM/Cip8Oiu2Fug/s400/disney-fantasea-julianne-moore-the-little-mermaid-ariel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Julianne Moore as Ariel (&lt;em&gt;The Little Mermaid&lt;/em&gt;) and swimmer Michael Phelps is&amp;nbsp;a merman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjt_0v7tzI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/2lYUb9TGt-8/s1600-h/beyonce-alice-in-wonderland.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjt_0v7tzI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/2lYUb9TGt-8/s400/beyonce-alice-in-wonderland.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Beyoncé is Alice with Oliver Platt as the Mad Hatter and Lyle Lovett as the March Hare in a teacup in &lt;em&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjuCLdfgqI/AAAAAAAAARE/Sdr4nTytFjM/s1600-h/david-beckham-prince-phillip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjuCLdfgqI/AAAAAAAAARE/Sdr4nTytFjM/s400/david-beckham-prince-phillip.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;David Beckham is Prince Phillip from &lt;em&gt;The Sleeping Beauty&lt;/em&gt; **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjuGUV3poI/AAAAAAAAARU/uNsMQkA7tmw/s1600-h/Drew-Barymore-as-Belle-in-Beauty-and-the-Beast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjuGUV3poI/AAAAAAAAARU/uNsMQkA7tmw/s400/Drew-Barymore-as-Belle-in-Beauty-and-the-Beast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Drew Barymore as Belle in &lt;em&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjuHkzUnNI/AAAAAAAAARc/JEEsLYtkdAs/s1600-h/gisele-bundchen-wendy-darling-peter-pan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjuHkzUnNI/AAAAAAAAARc/JEEsLYtkdAs/s400/gisele-bundchen-wendy-darling-peter-pan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gisele Bundchen is Wendy Darling with dancer Mikhail Baryshnikov as&lt;em&gt; Peter Pan&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjw3uMdKWI/AAAAAAAAASk/b1inetmha84/s1600-h/thenewdisney9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjw3uMdKWI/AAAAAAAAASk/b1inetmha84/s400/thenewdisney9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and Tina Fey as Tinker Bell **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjuOqCRX6I/AAAAAAAAARs/IlIv9C0KykI/s1600-h/jessica-biel-pocahontas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjuOqCRX6I/AAAAAAAAARs/IlIv9C0KykI/s400/jessica-biel-pocahontas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jessica Biel as &lt;em&gt;Pocahontas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjuQay6MZI/AAAAAAAAAR0/055Mc9i9z3g/s1600-h/julie-andrews-blue-fairy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjuQay6MZI/AAAAAAAAAR0/055Mc9i9z3g/s400/julie-andrews-blue-fairy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Julie Andrews is the Blue Fairy from &lt;em&gt;Pinocchio&lt;/em&gt; and Abigail Breslin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjuMcHXAqI/AAAAAAAAARk/KFCyZNS6uYY/s1600-h/jennifer-lopez-marc-anthony-alladin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjuMcHXAqI/AAAAAAAAARk/KFCyZNS6uYY/s400/jennifer-lopez-marc-anthony-alladin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jennifer Lopez and Marc Anthony as Jasmine and Alladin **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjuiOqiSQI/AAAAAAAAASc/HARDS8tQ3jc/s1600-h/whoopi-goldberg-genie-alladin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjuiOqiSQI/AAAAAAAAASc/HARDS8tQ3jc/s400/whoopi-goldberg-genie-alladin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Whoopi Goldberg as the Genie from &lt;em&gt;Alladin ** (I love this photo even if she isn't blue!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjuaELcuXI/AAAAAAAAASM/oiWVpHE1S0c/s1600-h/roger-federer-king-arthur.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjuaELcuXI/AAAAAAAAASM/oiWVpHE1S0c/s400/roger-federer-king-arthur.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Roger Federer is &lt;em&gt;King Arthur&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjuR3UI8vI/AAAAAAAAAR8/LTaa5mPj_98/s1600-h/Kiera-Knightly-as-Dorothy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rg="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjuR3UI8vI/AAAAAAAAAR8/LTaa5mPj_98/s400/Kiera-Knightly-as-Dorothy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and Kiera Knightly as Dorothy in &lt;em&gt;The Wizard of Oz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Photos from:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://riverexpress.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-fairytales-diney.html"&gt;Revermist Expressions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-6220015185504102556?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/6220015185504102556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=6220015185504102556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6220015185504102556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6220015185504102556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/11/disney-in-real-life.html' title='Disney in real life'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRjufH8T2oI/AAAAAAAAASU/O4EBIOpTawQ/s72-c/scarlett-johansson-cinderella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-6348618295826991902</id><published>2008-11-10T01:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T01:37:56.035-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0800-HELP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>No desafíes a la chocotorta!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Do not defy the Chocotorta!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRekX8mpf_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YMQNDIe7Eok/s1600-h/DSCN0213.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRekX8mpf_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YMQNDIe7Eok/s400/DSCN0213.JPG" border="0" rg="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Dears, I'm going to pass on some sound advice, things I learned the hard way this weekend: when doing the Chocotorta (famous Argentine cake made with Chocolinas cookies, dulce de leche and whipped cream) NEVER defy it!! Follow the rules excatly as they appear in the package. Meaning: if the recipe says it serves six and you have twelve guests, DON'T bend the rules by smuggly thinking you can just double the ingredients and have double the servings!! Big, BIG mistake!! Apparently at Bagley they teamed superior ingeneers to come up with the exact recipe, and they came to the conclusion that the only proper way is by starting the cake with 12 cookies at a time, and that's that. That doesn't mean you can just shrug and say "I have 12 people, I'll double the cookies". Unfortunately this is not like one of those math problems we had to solve in the 4th grade. Now you'll have to become an engeneer yourself and think of a way to save the cake from sliding off of itself. In my case I invented some contingency walls that worked just fine. Word has it it was delicious non the less... some even asked specialy to be served the sides, just so they could get an extra Chocolina... how about you? Did you try it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRekDSQr4oI/AAAAAAAAAQs/wqbaEkSEF9w/s1600-h/DSCN0211.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRekDSQr4oI/AAAAAAAAAQs/wqbaEkSEF9w/s400/DSCN0211.JPG" border="0" rg="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queridas, les voy a dar un consejo que aprendí este fin de semana cuando hice una Chocotorta: NUNCA la desafíen!! Sigan las instrucciones al pie de la letra. Esto significa que si la receta dice que es para seis porciones y vos tenés doce invitados NO trates de quebrar las reglas pensando que podés duplicar la cantidad de ingredientes y tener el doble de porciones!! Gran, GRAN error!! Aparentemente en Bagley juntaron a un grupo de ingenieros para que consiguieran la receta exacta y llegaron a la conclusión de que la única forma de realizarla es con pisos de a 12 galletitas, y sólo así. Esto no significa que puedas encojerte de hombros y decir "Tengo 12 personas, duplico las galletitas". Acá no tienen nada que ver esos problemas de matemática de 4º grado... Te vas a tener que convertir en una ingeniera y pensar en un método para salvar a la torta para que no se patine sobre sí misma. En mi caso inventé estas paredes de contingencia que funcionaron bastante bien. Los rumores afirman que estuvo bárbara igual... algunos inclusive pidieron especialmente de los bordes, para poder comer una Chocolina de más.... y vos? la probaste?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Photo credits:&lt;strong&gt; Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-6348618295826991902?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/6348618295826991902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=6348618295826991902' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6348618295826991902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6348618295826991902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-desafes-la-chocotorta.html' title='No desafíes a la chocotorta!!'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRekX8mpf_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YMQNDIe7Eok/s72-c/DSCN0213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-5460731759376557711</id><published>2008-11-07T00:05:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:10:26.771-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Many birthday wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SROiNm63mnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Ht9-E2kicyE/s1600-h/Strawberry+and+Kiwi.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SROiNm63mnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Ht9-E2kicyE/s400/Strawberry+and+Kiwi.JPG" border="0" rg="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this gorgeous birthday crepe cake goes to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely Cousin who turned 19 yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;My oh-so-missed GrandPa who's birthday would be today,&lt;br /&gt;And to my great Dad, who's b-day is tomorrow and who's age shall remain a state secret! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday to y'all!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta buenísima torta de panqueques es para:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi Prima que ayer cumplió 19 años!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi Abuelo, a quien extrañamos muchísimo y que cumpliría años hoy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y a mi Papá, que cumple mañana y cuya edad permanecerá como secreto de Estado! ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feliz cumple para todos!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Credits: gorgeous crepe cake by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shgarden/2365196788/"&gt;SHGarden&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, I know this isn't my type of cake, but it's something THEY would go mad for!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-5460731759376557711?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/5460731759376557711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=5460731759376557711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/5460731759376557711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/5460731759376557711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/11/birthday-cupcake.html' title='Many birthday wishes'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SROiNm63mnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Ht9-E2kicyE/s72-c/Strawberry+and+Kiwi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-3190310805012453907</id><published>2008-11-06T02:48:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:19:41.874-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adverts'/><title type='text'>Good-bye cellulite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRLQWA7mcKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/PxcxqcjAmB4/s1600-h/nivea.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRLQWA7mcKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/PxcxqcjAmB4/s400/nivea.jpg" border="0" rg="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving this non-traditional advert by TBWA / chiat / day new york for Nivea. They used several of these sofas at the presentation of the new swimwear collection by Shay Todd. I think the photo says it all and I love the idea! Do you think the lotion is as good as this ad??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me encanta este PNT (Publicidad no tradicional) ideada por TBWA / chiat / day new york para Nivea. Usaron varios de estos sillones en la presentación de la colección de trajes de baño de Shay Todd. Creo que la foto lo dice todo y me encanta la idea! La crema será tan buena como esta publicidad??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Found at &lt;a href="http://www.designboom.com/weblog/cat/8/view/4369/niveas-good-bye-cellulite-sofa-installation.html"&gt;Design&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.designboom.com/weblog/cat/8/view/4369/niveas-good-bye-cellulite-sofa-installation.html"&gt;Boom&lt;/a&gt;, via &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/168199"&gt;WeHeartIt&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-3190310805012453907?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/3190310805012453907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=3190310805012453907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/3190310805012453907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/3190310805012453907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-bye-cellulite.html' title='Good-bye cellulite!'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRLQWA7mcKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/PxcxqcjAmB4/s72-c/nivea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-6690622047643213941</id><published>2008-11-05T03:44:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:26:38.994-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accesories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portraits'/><title type='text'>The "smart" comes with the glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRE1lz3mp3I/AAAAAAAAAP0/YWuzUttS3Vw/s1600-h/Glasses+2.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRE1lz3mp3I/AAAAAAAAAP0/YWuzUttS3Vw/s400/Glasses+2.jpg" border="0" rg="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, does anyone else relate to the fact that wearing glasses turns you instantly into a really smart person? Don't you just love it?? It's come in handy more than a couple of times now, and I've always been fascinated at how this disability has turned into a fashion statement (much to my advantage).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few weeks I've been seeing all over the net these gorgeous, big, nerdy glasses that I think are absoultely sexy. I've come to terms with the fact that I just can't pull this style off.... one thing is looking sexy smart, another is passing off as an old, grumpy librarian from another era... so when I got my new glasses I had to keep that in mind, and I LOOOOOOVE them! I finally got myself some black trims and I can't wait until I get them back from the lab!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRE1hO0UvAI/AAAAAAAAAPs/GPWAPQT_W7w/s1600-h/Glasses+1.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRE1hO0UvAI/AAAAAAAAAPs/GPWAPQT_W7w/s400/Glasses+1.jpg" border="0" rg="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No les pasa que para las otras personas, el hecho de que una use anteojos automáticamente la&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;convierte en alguien re-inteligente? No les encanta?? Me vino bárrbaro un par de veces, y siempre me fascinó el hecho de que este defecto se conviertiera en un "fashion statement".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estas últimas semanas encontré por todos lados estos anteojos enormes, negros y nerds, y me parecen super sexies. Pero llegué a la conculsión de que yo no puedo con este estilo... una cosa es parecer sexy e inteligente y otra es parecer una vieja bibliotecaria de otra época... así que cuando busqué mis anteojos nuevos tuve que tener eso en cuenta, y me ENCANTANNN! Al final me animé y compré unos marcos negros y no me aguanto hasta que los traigan del laboratorio, los quiero ya!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/foto_decadent/1799702.html?style=min"&gt;Photo #1&lt;/a&gt;: by Sebastian Kim for &lt;em&gt;Nylon&lt;/em&gt; Magazine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lookbook.nu/look/32344-A-A"&gt;Photo #2&lt;/a&gt;: by Styledigger through LookBook.nu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-6690622047643213941?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/6690622047643213941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=6690622047643213941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6690622047643213941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6690622047643213941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/11/smart-comes-with-glasses.html' title='The &quot;smart&quot; comes with the glasses'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRE1lz3mp3I/AAAAAAAAAP0/YWuzUttS3Vw/s72-c/Glasses+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-5091950986473308416</id><published>2008-11-04T13:59:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:11:43.665-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0800-HELP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things'/><title type='text'>I got the call!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRBxnUhv5QI/AAAAAAAAAPk/xyEAyAepYWo/s1600-h/Phone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264832884735206658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRBxnUhv5QI/AAAAAAAAAPk/xyEAyAepYWo/s400/Phone.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you that have been worring with me... I got the call! So I'm starting the new job on Monday! I'm totally stoked! Thanx for putting up with me these fast few days!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para todos lo que estuvieron preocupados conmigo... me llamaron!! Así que empiezo el nuevo trabajo el lunes! Estoy re contenta! Gracias por hacerme el aguante estos días!! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Photo credit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kovalova/2294197105/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;miss:kovalova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;, via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/26924"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WeHeartIt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;.&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/6236575300819771703-5091950986473308416?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/5091950986473308416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=5091950986473308416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/5091950986473308416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/5091950986473308416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-call.html' title='I got the call!'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SRBxnUhv5QI/AAAAAAAAAPk/xyEAyAepYWo/s72-c/Phone.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-6784962051576422461</id><published>2008-11-04T01:24:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T01:54:48.538-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0800-HELP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Evita me ama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQ_AtW5_iGI/AAAAAAAAAPM/YsU7OLCnKec/s1600-h/Evita1.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQ_AtW5_iGI/AAAAAAAAAPM/YsU7OLCnKec/s320/Evita1.JPG" border="0" rg="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Dear readers, I do not wish to make any political statements on this blog, as I truly believe everyone is entitled to their opinion and I don't want to inforce any of my own political ideas [at least not through here :)], but I just stumbled upon this Argentine book for first graders and thought you would like to see some pages and make your own personal appreciation, 'cause I know you love to think! So on this Tuesday morning I'm just going to make you THINK from your own perspective. Enjoy!! :D &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Click on images to see larger&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(If you need the translation into English just e-mail me and you'll hae it in a heart bit!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQ_AvYKcPhI/AAAAAAAAAPU/LvR6_GjWqMs/s1600-h/Evita2.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQ_AvYKcPhI/AAAAAAAAAPU/LvR6_GjWqMs/s320/Evita2.JPG" border="0" rg="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queridas, no quiero emitir ningún tipo de opinión política en este blog ya que creo que cada uno tiene derecho a sus propias opiniones y no quiero meterles mis propias ideas [al menos no en este blog :)], pero encontré este libro argentino de lectura de primer grado y me pareció que les gustaría ver algunas páginas y poder hacer su propia apreciación, porque sé que les encanta pensar! Así que en esta mañana de martes sólo las voy a hacer PENSAR desde sus propias perspectivas. Disfruten!! :D - &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Click en las imagenes para ver más grande.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQ_AzrrhtWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/m8lVbe2z380/s1600-h/Evita3.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQ_AzrrhtWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/m8lVbe2z380/s320/Evita3.JPG" border="0" rg="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-6784962051576422461?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/6784962051576422461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=6784962051576422461' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6784962051576422461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6784962051576422461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/11/evita-me-ama.html' title='Evita me ama'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQ_AtW5_iGI/AAAAAAAAAPM/YsU7OLCnKec/s72-c/Evita1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-7961851527036130554</id><published>2008-11-03T06:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:17:12.326-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desktop'/><title type='text'>Last day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQjDujuso0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/S_LiDj-Rmek/s1600-h/DSCN0184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQjDujuso0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/DrtpbjC9nXY/s400-R/DSCN0184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday was my last day at my job... I'll be moving onto a different field in my carreer that I absolutely love, but of course anxiety is killing me!! I know it's for the best, so I'm getting busy with all the things I've been neglecting these past few months and getting ready to start anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll deffinitely miss this place though! And all the fantastic people that have worked with me for more than a&amp;nbsp;year now. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;El viernes pasado fue mi último día en mi trabajo... me cambio a un&amp;nbsp;área&amp;nbsp;de mi carrera que me encanta, pero obvio que la anciedad me está matando!! Sé que es para mejor, así que estoy haciendo todas las cosas que dejé de lado estos últimos meses para poder estar lista y empezar a full.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voy a extrañar este lugar! Y a toda la gente genial que trabajó conmigo durante este último&amp;nbsp;año :')&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-7961851527036130554?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/7961851527036130554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=7961851527036130554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/7961851527036130554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/7961851527036130554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-day.html' title='Last day'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQjDujuso0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/DrtpbjC9nXY/s72-Rc/DSCN0184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-6095211740727612841</id><published>2008-10-31T11:00:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:28:02.278-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQsBdaq2JJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Jer4K1CoeJU/s1600-h/Martha+Pumpkins.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQsBdaq2JJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/nUc1AJrccLQ/s400-R/Martha+Pumpkins.JPG" border="0" jf="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pasenla genial!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Photo credits:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/good-thing/celestial-pumpkins?lnc=6ce616f5f555b110VgnVCM1000003d370a0aRCRD&amp;amp;rsc=halloween+idea+of+the+day_recipe_b"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Martha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/portal/site/mslo/menuitem.3a0656639de62ad593598e10d373a0a0/?vgnextoid=0d48c137bf22f010VgnVCM1000003d370a0aRCRD&amp;amp;vgnextfmt=default"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stewart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unruly-things.com/2008/10/pretty-pale-pumpkins.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unruly-things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-6095211740727612841?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/6095211740727612841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=6095211740727612841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6095211740727612841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/6095211740727612841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQsBdaq2JJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/nUc1AJrccLQ/s72-Rc/Martha+Pumpkins.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-7203601420868634563</id><published>2008-10-30T16:08:00.012-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:24:31.079-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><title type='text'>Movie apartments #1 {Before the Sunset}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQm0QEBeOSI/AAAAAAAAAO8/taj6mZ4dnTY/s1600-h/b4_sunset_4_preview.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQm0QEBeOSI/AAAAAAAAAO8/cGYWHm2c4gA/s400-R/b4_sunset_4_preview.jpg" border="0" jf="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely adore certain movie homes, and I'm going to start sharing them here. For the first post on Movie Apartments I'm going to start with Celine's apartment in &lt;em&gt;Before Sunset&lt;/em&gt;. I seriously can't find a single thing in this movie that I don't love. From the amazig characters (performed by Julie Delpy and Ethan Hawk), their past, the untold feelings and twisted emotions through nine years, the amazing Parisian shots, the uttery real dialogues... EVERYHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;And Celine's apartment is a perfect way to end this movie; the photo above is is a still shot of the last scene... Her her messy, cool loft, filled with hundreds photos and polaroids is in one of those Parisian apartments I love so much, where you have to go in a little pedestrian street and you appear in a courtyard and then there's like a hidden patio with antique bikes and all... *sight* I need to get myself back to Paris!! ASAP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Céline: Un café et un citron pressé, s'il vous plait. (A coffee and lemonade, please.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Jesse: (Sighs.) God, I love this cafe. I wish they had places like this in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;Céline: Yeah, I missed cafes when I was living over there. I mean, I find a few places I really liked, but there was...&lt;br /&gt;Jesse: (Interrupting.) You...You were living in the U.S.?&lt;br /&gt;Céline: Yes, from, uh, '96 to '99. I was studying at NYU.&lt;br /&gt;Jesse: OH, GOD (looks down in disgust) don't tell me that, Céline! (Covers his eyes.)&lt;br /&gt;Céline: What?!&lt;br /&gt;Jesse: No, it's just...Nothing, I mean I...&lt;br /&gt;Céline: What?&lt;br /&gt;Jesse: I've been living in New York since '98. You know, we were there at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;Céline: In New York?&lt;br /&gt;Jesse: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Céline: Ah, that's weird. It actually crossed my mind a few times that I might run into you, but...The odds are so slim, right? So...I didn't even know what city you were living in. Weren't you somewhere in Texas? You were in Texas.&lt;br /&gt;Jesse: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Definitely, I just...I was for a long time, I just...You know, wanted to try New York.&lt;br /&gt;Céline: (Softly.) Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Algunas casas de películas me encantan y voy a empezar a postearlos acá. El primer post de "Movies Apartments" es el departamento de Celine en&lt;/em&gt; Antes del Atardecer&lt;em&gt;. La verdad que no hay una sola cosa de esta película que no me fascine. Desde los increíbles personajes (por Julie Delpy y Ethan Hawk), su pasado, los sentimientos y emociones ocultos por nueve años, las fantásticas vistas de París, los diálogos increíblemente reales... TODO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y el departamento de Celine es un lugar perfecto para terminar la película; la foto de arriba e una toma de la escena final... Su loft desordenado me parece re-copado, lleno de fotos y polaroids, es uno de esos departamentos parisinos que me encantan, donde hay que entrar por una calle peatonal y llegás a un patio interno con bicicletas antiguas y... *sight* Tengo que volver a Paris!! YA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo credits: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reverseshot.com/article/before_sunset"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reverse Shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(If you knew the ridiculous amount of time it took me to find this photo you'd be surprised... but that's how much I love this movie!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Script transcript by SunriseAndSunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;, found &lt;a href="http://sunrisesunset.wikia.com/wiki/Before_Sunset_(2004)_script"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-7203601420868634563?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/7203601420868634563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=7203601420868634563' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/7203601420868634563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/7203601420868634563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/10/movie-apartments-1-before-sunset.html' title='Movie apartments #1 {Before the Sunset}'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQm0QEBeOSI/AAAAAAAAAO8/cGYWHm2c4gA/s72-Rc/b4_sunset_4_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-888129314102683182</id><published>2008-10-29T14:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T14:00:00.428-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deco'/><title type='text'>A modern vintage twist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQhne6gwRzI/AAAAAAAAAOE/QoyB6I57OW0/s1600-h/Phonophone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262569945382799154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQhne6gwRzI/AAAAAAAAAOE/QoyB6I57OW0/s400/Phonophone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofía totally saved me a few weeks ago from a super boring 400km drive with no music by lending me her iPod and big iSpeakers and I've become quite fond of the little device :) But when I saw this ceramic phonophone my heart just melted! Is this sweet or is this sweet??? Needless to say this would look good &lt;em&gt;anywhere&lt;/em&gt;, and it uses no power!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262575135940994386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQhsNC2Q5VI/AAAAAAAAAOM/VBir2gKKVns/s400/phono+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desde que Sofía me prestó su iPod y sus parlantes hace unas semanas para salvarnos de un viaje de 400km sin música le tomé cariño al aparatito :) Pero cuando vi este fonófono casi me muero! No es genial??? Creo que quedaría bárbaro en&lt;/em&gt; cualquier lado&lt;em&gt;, y además no usa electricidad!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mattermatters.com/search.asp?Preview=True&amp;amp;Mode=Product&amp;amp;ProductID=269&amp;amp;SelectedImage=475"&gt;Phonophone II&lt;/a&gt; designed by Tristan Zimmermann, via &lt;a href="http://elseachelsea.typepad.com/frolic/2008/10/phonofone-from-matter.html"&gt;Frolic&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Second photo from &lt;a href="http://totonko.com/2008/05/phonofono/"&gt;Totonko &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-888129314102683182?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/888129314102683182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=888129314102683182' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/888129314102683182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/888129314102683182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/10/modern-vintage-twist.html' title='A modern vintage twist'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQhne6gwRzI/AAAAAAAAAOE/QoyB6I57OW0/s72-c/Phonophone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-822271755531206200</id><published>2008-10-29T07:56:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:17:28.175-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0800-HELP'/><title type='text'>The world through my real eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQdr2VyaAgI/AAAAAAAAAN8/tiERoz3bwtk/s1600-h/The+world+my+eyes.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQdr2VyaAgI/AAAAAAAAAN8/1hVMw_gW8ss/s400-R/The+world+my+eyes.jpg" border="0" jf="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;This is how my night vision works (pretty much) - Photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/impression/1403116362/"&gt;moS.&lt;/a&gt;, via &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/148607"&gt;WeHeartIt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a full physical exam, and by the time I visited the oftalmologist she made me take off my glasses and read whatever the Snellen chart said. This is how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Doc: Okay, take off you gasses and tell me which is the first row you can read properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Me: I can't see any of the rows, I can barely distinguish the first row...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Doc: What? Which one? (pointing at the chart) Which one do you see properly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Me: Neither, I can barely see the first row, the big ones...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Doc: (staring at me in utter annoyment) Just tell me the number of the row you can see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Me: I CAN'T SEE ANY OF THEM!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Doc: (stares in utter disbelief) Oh... and with your glasses??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Me: (I put them back on) Yeah, I can even see the fine print now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Frustrating... I know. On the other hand... you have to agree I have a fantastic night vision!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="CLEAR: left; FLOAT: left; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: left" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/7b/Snellen-myopia.png" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;img height="241" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/7b/Snellen-myopia.png" width="420" border="0" jf="true" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Snellen chart, via &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eyeglass_prescription"&gt;Wiki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ayer me hice&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;un examen clínico completo, y cuando llegué a la oftalmóloga me pidió que me sacara los anteojos y que leyera lo que había en la tabla Snellen. La conversación fue algo así:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dra: Sacate los anteojos y decime cuál es la primer fila que podés leer bien.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo: No veo ninguna, apenas puedo distinguir algunas letras de la primera, las más grandes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dra: Qué? Cual? (señalando la tabla) Cuál ves bien?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo: Ninguna, apenas puedo ver la primer fila...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dra: (hartándose) Sólo decime el número de la fila que podés ver...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo: NO PUEDO VER NINGUNA!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dra: (no lo puede creer) Ah... y con los anteojos??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo: (me los vuelvo a poner) Sí, ahora hasta veo la letra chica!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sí, ya sé... es re frustrante. Por otro lado... no pueden negar que mi visión nocturna es genial!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-822271755531206200?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/822271755531206200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=822271755531206200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/822271755531206200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/822271755531206200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/10/world-through-my-real-eyes.html' title='The world through my real eyes'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQdr2VyaAgI/AAAAAAAAAN8/1hVMw_gW8ss/s72-Rc/The+world+my+eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-8879041588925076229</id><published>2008-10-28T04:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:09:24.327-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Architecture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Travelling back in time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQcbVTWGklI/AAAAAAAAAN0/16iO1qDrdI8/s1600-h/Ancient+Colliseum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQcbVTWGklI/AAAAAAAAAN0/uDuSJZG_gjw/s400-R/Ancient+Colliseum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loooove &lt;a href="http://labs.wanokoto.jp/olds"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; I found trough &lt;a href="http://mila-loveology.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-for-some-happiness.html"&gt;Loveology&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;that lets you age 100 - 150 years whatever photo you have (ideal for those slow afternoons at the office... :P )&amp;nbsp;So this&amp;nbsp;is what my photo would be like if I had gone to Rome back in 1857!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me encantaaaa &lt;a href="http://labs.wanokoto.jp/olds"&gt;este sitio&lt;/a&gt; que encontré vía &lt;a href="http://mila-loveology.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-for-some-happiness.html"&gt;Loveology&lt;/a&gt; que te permite envejecer unos 100 ó 150 años cualquier foto (ideal para esas tardes interminables en la ofi :P ). Así se vería mi foto si hubiera viajado a Roma en 1857!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Photo credits: &lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-8879041588925076229?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/8879041588925076229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=8879041588925076229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/8879041588925076229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/8879041588925076229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/10/travelling-back-in-time.html' title='Travelling back in time'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQcbVTWGklI/AAAAAAAAAN0/uDuSJZG_gjw/s72-Rc/Ancient+Colliseum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-7324895887961168669</id><published>2008-10-27T01:53:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:59:23.936-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buenos Aires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Architecture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Museo Larreta {Jardín andaluz}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQU9lnYTZbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/uW1QQfn2320/s1600-h/DSCN0126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQU9lnYTZbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xXEJI4nPKc0/s200-R/DSCN0126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQU-UH8fRnI/AAAAAAAAAMo/I5H7eZDfbyo/s1600-h/DSCN0125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQU-UH8fRnI/AAAAAAAAAMo/SP_p7nvAMe8/s200-R/DSCN0125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQU-n4uPedI/AAAAAAAAAMw/vH6AaNdiuGU/s1600-h/DSCN0161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQU-n4uPedI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ZsLn-RLCRr0/s320-R/DSCN0161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but lately I can't read in bed at night anymore... I just fall asleep by the time I hit the third line, so I've got to get creative on beautiful afternoons where I would just read in bed, but I know I want to make the most of the sun and the great temperatures we've been having these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So yesterday I took off with my camera and a book to the &lt;a href="http://www.museos.buenosaires.gov.ar/larreta_actividades.htm"&gt;Museo Enrique Larreta&lt;/a&gt;, the Museum of Spanish (from Spain) Art of the city of Buenos Aires. They have this amazing Andalucian style garden adjacent to the house that's just great to go to for a walk, take hundreds of pictures or just sit under the shade and read by the fountain. The jasmin, fruit trees, bushes and roses generate an ambience that is abosultely enticing. And the many trees all around the garden provide a great cool shade, even if the scorching heat is right outside the garden walls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The museum in itself is not very large, but they have lovely literary expositions, and for the 1$peso entrance fee I highly recommend it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQU-3AajGfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3ISQu1Cohic/s1600-h/DSCN0170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQU-3AajGfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/94kitOJum1Y/s200-R/DSCN0170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQU_YzjERdI/AAAAAAAAANI/WIEyZzlmc4I/s1600-h/DSCN0178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQU_YzjERdI/AAAAAAAAANI/wMF7bOvk_I4/s200-R/DSCN0178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQU9Vskn4WI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AiZrV4LHzAk/s1600-h/DSCN0120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" jf="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQU9Vskn4WI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/k8pRiiFub88/s320-R/DSCN0120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No sé por qué, pero últimamente no puedo leer en la cama a la noche... para cuando llegué al tercer renglón ya me quedé dormida, así que tengo que ser un poco más creativa estas tardes lindísimas donde me gustaría quedarme en la cama leyendo, pero sé que en realidad está bueno aprovechar el sol y el clima genial que estamos teniendo estos últimos días. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Así que&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;ayer me fui con mi cámara y un libro al &lt;a href="http://www.museos.buenosaires.gov.ar/larreta_actividades.htm"&gt;Museo Enrique Larreta&lt;/a&gt;, el Museo de Arte Español de la Ciudad de Buenos Aires. Al lado de la casa hay un jardín andaluz increíble y que está buenísimo para ir a caminar, sacar cientas de fotos o sentarse en la sombra y leer un buen libro. El aroma a los jasmines, árboles frutales, arbustos y rosales es genial y los árboles que hay en el jardín generan un clima súper templado, por más que detrás de los muros del museo haga un calor infernal. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;El museo en sí mismo no es muy grande, pero tiene unas exposiciones literarias muy buenas, y por la entrada que vale 1$ es super recomendable para darse una vuelta! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Photo credits: &lt;strong&gt;Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-7324895887961168669?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/7324895887961168669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=7324895887961168669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/7324895887961168669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/7324895887961168669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/10/museo-larreta-jardn-andaluz.html' title='Museo Larreta {Jardín andaluz}'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQU9lnYTZbI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xXEJI4nPKc0/s72-Rc/DSCN0126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-4234806775233795783</id><published>2008-10-24T10:51:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:15:01.409-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fairytales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adverts'/><title type='text'>The princess and the pea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQHYUITS6SI/AAAAAAAAAMI/d47mbxAcy2s/s1600-h/Princess+and+bean.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260723680082848034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQHYUITS6SI/AAAAAAAAAMI/d47mbxAcy2s/s400/Princess+and+bean.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always thought that the &lt;em&gt;Princess and the pea&lt;/em&gt; tale by Hans Christian Andersen was a bit weird, and I've been torn between two thoughts even as I was really little. On one side... how much of a snob must this princess have been to notice the little pea placed by the queen under several layers of mattresses??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I came accross this Motorolla ad on Vogue España I just burst out laughing. The phrase says "If you have noticed the pea, we have something for you". And there's an actual (plastic) pea stuck to the magazine!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siempre me pareció que la historia de &lt;/em&gt;La princesa y el guisante&lt;em&gt;, de Hans Christian Andersen era un poco rara, y desde re chiquita estuve dividida entre dos posturas. Por un lado... qué tan snob tenía que ser esta princesa como para no darse cuenta del mini poroto que la reina le puso abajo de todos esos colchones??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Así que cuando encontré esta publicidad de Motorolla en la Vogue España me mató de risa! La frase dice "Si has notado el guisante, tenemos algo para tí". Y hay una arveja (de plástico) pegada en la revista!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQHSQBqso0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/tgcXGhrQTzM/s1600-h/La+princesa+y+el+Guisante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260717012512711490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQHSQBqso0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/tgcXGhrQTzM/s400/La+princesa+y+el+Guisante.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand... a bed full of mattresses????? I could totally dig that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por otro lado... una cama con una pila de colchones????? Yo quiero!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQHR_OUEYoI/AAAAAAAAAL4/RWsnDAMcdCE/s1600-h/Princess+and+bean.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Totally adorable Principessa bed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://minordetails.typepad.com/md_weblog/2008/10/the-princess-an.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doshi Levien&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;, via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://minordetails.typepad.com/md_weblog/2008/10/the-princess-an.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minor Details&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-4234806775233795783?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/4234806775233795783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=4234806775233795783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/4234806775233795783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/4234806775233795783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/10/princess-and-pea.html' title='The princess and the pea'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQHYUITS6SI/AAAAAAAAAMI/d47mbxAcy2s/s72-c/Princess+and+bean.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-7464696713239993740</id><published>2008-10-24T08:45:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:42:03.857-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>The Graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQHOgqM4DPI/AAAAAAAAALw/S6foZeH5-MQ/s1600-h/The+graduate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260712900224879858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQHOgqM4DPI/AAAAAAAAALw/S6foZeH5-MQ/s400/The+graduate.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQHN9MHgq4I/AAAAAAAAALo/P-ClQs0NX00/s1600-h/The+graduate.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260712290853890946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQHN9MHgq4I/AAAAAAAAALo/P-ClQs0NX00/s400/The+graduate.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes you, I'm terribly proud! Have you realised yet what a great year this has been for you?? I seriously hope you have! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo credit: Really cool collage by &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/mejrmom/195460438/"&gt;Artjunkgirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6236575300819771703-7464696713239993740?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/7464696713239993740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=7464696713239993740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/7464696713239993740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/7464696713239993740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/10/graduate.html' title='The Graduate'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQHOgqM4DPI/AAAAAAAAALw/S6foZeH5-MQ/s72-c/The+graduate.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236575300819771703.post-5277530643530088833</id><published>2008-10-23T14:12:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:42:44.618-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0800-HELP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>When life gives you lemons...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQExDS4Z3xI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9GXp_tR-o3g/s1600-h/450-lemons.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQExDS4Z3xI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nUdDzsiMXl4/s400-R/450-lemons.jpg" border="0" jf="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't always get what we want, and we don't always even know what we want... but if you didn't get what you thought you wanted, then girl: &lt;em&gt;carpe diem&lt;/em&gt; and screw it all!!!!!! I'll be there soon enough with a bucket of Freddo's and some cinéma française to make it all better. We can even add some Chinese take out if you feel like it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No siempre pasa lo que queremos, y a veces ni siquiera sabemos qué es lo que queremos... pero si no pasó lo que creías que querías que pasara, entonces flaca:&lt;/em&gt; carpe diem &lt;em&gt;y olvidate!!!! Ya llego con un pote de Freddo y un poco de cinéma française para arreglar todo. Y si tenés ganas, hasta podemos pedir comida china! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand letterpressed poster by Douglas Wilson at the &lt;a href="http://www.keepcalmgallery.com/products/view/make-lemonade"&gt;Keep Calm Galery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6236575300819771703-5277530643530088833?l=journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/feeds/5277530643530088833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6236575300819771703&amp;postID=5277530643530088833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/5277530643530088833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236575300819771703/posts/default/5277530643530088833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journal-de-petits-details.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-life-gives-you-lemmons.html' title='When life gives you lemons...'/><author><name>Petits détails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03573652123066521425</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-TaQmv9V6I4/SQExDS4Z3xI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nUdDzsiMXl4/s72-Rc/450-lemons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
