<?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-2391527197352480493</id><updated>2012-02-29T14:55:55.653Z</updated><title type='text'>A secret diary of a blonde girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>202</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-535201233948789217</id><published>2012-01-05T12:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-05T12:20:02.869Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O primeiro post do ano....&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me uma velha.... como muitas vezes me dizes:"não há um dia que não me queixe!" Se não é as costas é a cabeça, se não é a cabeça é o custar-me a andar. Estou farta de estar em casa, quero a minha rotina de volta. Este sentimento já passa a parte física. Estou apática como já não me sentia a muito. Sinto vontade novamente de me isolar e dizer: deixem-me estar!&lt;br /&gt;Estou muito gaja, sensível, susceptível, irritadiça e incompreendida....&lt;br /&gt;Isto acontece na pior altura. Quero-te ajudar porque também não andas bem, mas não sei como. Não sei se te hei-de dar 2 berros e dizer-te: Conforma-te, a vida não está para isso! Ou se hei-de adoptar o meio condescendente. Fui criada a manter o que tenho e não arriscar em tempos que não se pode arriscar, mais vale ter um de que nenhum. Sinto as coisas a fugirem-me entre os dedos como se fosse areia.... Já não sei mais o que dizer em relação ao que quer que seja, nem tão pouco sei o que fazer sobre o que quer que seja. Sinto-me limitada.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-535201233948789217?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/535201233948789217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-primeiro-post-do-ano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/535201233948789217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/535201233948789217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-primeiro-post-do-ano.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-7961212367906932863</id><published>2011-12-30T20:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-30T20:48:36.154Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5JwRY1F1pT0/Tv4hPoVr_TI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hNn9UGKx8Tk/s1600/Feliz-2012-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5JwRY1F1pT0/Tv4hPoVr_TI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hNn9UGKx8Tk/s400/Feliz-2012-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692023531453021490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;imagem em &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;animeassuasmensagens.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega esta altura la vou eu repetir-me em fazer as resoluções para o próximo ano, mas faço-o por 2 razões: uma porque gosto de me impôr metas e outra porque chego ao final do ano e vejo se cumpri aquilo que me autopropûs.&lt;br /&gt;Ora aqui vai:&lt;br /&gt;1. Curar a bebedeira será sempre a 1ª de todos os anos.&lt;br /&gt;2. Este ano vou ter de o começar em recuperar o meu pé para poder retomar o meu trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;3. Profissionalmente espero continuar a fazer aquilo que amo (os meus aviões).&lt;br /&gt;4. Ir ao Rock in Rio (espero ter bilhetes novamente).&lt;br /&gt;5. Ver Radiohead (esse bilhete já cá canta).&lt;br /&gt;6. Viajar novamente.&lt;br /&gt;7. Ajudar os meus pais no que puder (quero la estar sempre para eles).&lt;br /&gt;8. Manter os amigos que tenho (não me faltaram no momento que mais precisei, eles tiveram lá e obrigada por isso).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reservo os dois últimos pontos para "ti" (ficaste para ultimo mas não quer dizer que sejas menos importante).&lt;br /&gt;9. Encontrar o nosso "casulo".&lt;br /&gt;10. Continuar a fortalecer aquilo que nos une (sim é lamechice, mas caga nisso, tá feito ta feito)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posto isto, desejo a todos um bom ano e muito susexo...hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-7961212367906932863?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7961212367906932863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/imagem-em-animeassuasmensagens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/7961212367906932863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/7961212367906932863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/imagem-em-animeassuasmensagens.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5JwRY1F1pT0/Tv4hPoVr_TI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hNn9UGKx8Tk/s72-c/Feliz-2012-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-6872043246815762737</id><published>2011-12-29T16:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-30T20:37:05.721Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LBHY_qXZbH4/TvyZtIiBxgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/htmunQ8spQw/s1600/saudade.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LBHY_qXZbH4/TvyZtIiBxgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/htmunQ8spQw/s400/saudade.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691593029752833538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;imagem em &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;animeassuasmensagens.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;Saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é solidão acompanhada,&lt;br /&gt;é quando o amor ainda não foi embora,&lt;br /&gt;mas o amado já...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é amar um passado que ainda não passou,&lt;br /&gt;é recusar um presente que nos machuca,&lt;br /&gt;é não ver o futuro que nos convida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é sentir que existe o que não existe mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é o inferno dos que perderam,&lt;br /&gt;é a dor dos que ficaram para trás,&lt;br /&gt;é o gosto de morte na boca dos que continuam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só uma pessoa no mundo deseja sentir saudade:&lt;br /&gt;aquela que nunca amou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esse é o maior dos sofrimentos:&lt;br /&gt;não ter por quem sentir saudades,&lt;br /&gt;passar pela vida e não viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O maior dos sofrimentos é nunca ter sofrido.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/pablo_neruda/" class="autor"&gt;Pablo Neruda&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/2391527197352480493-6872043246815762737?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6872043246815762737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/saudade-saudade-e-solidao-acompanhada-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/6872043246815762737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/6872043246815762737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/saudade-saudade-e-solidao-acompanhada-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LBHY_qXZbH4/TvyZtIiBxgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/htmunQ8spQw/s72-c/saudade.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-8457781639131877453</id><published>2011-12-28T20:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-28T20:31:40.250Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Em contagem decrescente para a liberdade.....ou não!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-8457781639131877453?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8457781639131877453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/em-contagem-decrescente-para-liberdade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8457781639131877453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8457781639131877453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/em-contagem-decrescente-para-liberdade.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-8102998816232771054</id><published>2011-12-26T21:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-26T21:24:27.788Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;O pensamento tem poder infinito.&lt;br /&gt;Ele mexe com o destino, acompanha a sua vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Ao esperar o melhor, você cria uma expectativa positiva que detona o processo de vitória.&lt;br /&gt;Ser optimista é ser perseverante, é ter uma fé inabalável e uma certeza sem limites de que tudo vai dar certo.&lt;br /&gt;Ao nascer o sentimento de entusiasmo, o universo aplaude tal iniciativa e  conspira a seu favor, colocando-o a serviço da humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;Você é quem escreve a história de sua vida - ao optar pelas atitudes  construtivas - você cresce como ser humano e filho directo de DEUS.&lt;br /&gt;Positivo atrai positivo.&lt;br /&gt;Alegria chama alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Ao exalar esse estado optimista, nossa consciência desperta energias vitais que vão trabalhar na direcção de suas metas.&lt;br /&gt;Seja incansavelmente optimista. Faz bem para o corpo, para a mente e para a alma.&lt;br /&gt;É humano e natural viver aflições, só não é inteligente conviver com elas por muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Seja mais paciente consigo mesmo, saiba entender suas limitações.&lt;br /&gt;Sem esforço não existe vitória.&lt;br /&gt;Ao escolher com sabedoria viver sua vida com optimismo, seu coração  sorri, seus olhos brilham e a humanidade agradece por você existir.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/pablo_neruda/" class="autor"&gt;Pablo Neruda&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/2391527197352480493-8102998816232771054?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8102998816232771054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-pensamento-tem-poder-infinito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8102998816232771054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8102998816232771054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-pensamento-tem-poder-infinito.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-8499967532090224375</id><published>2011-12-26T15:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-26T15:40:38.212Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cá estou ressacada emocionalmente do Natal. Passei o 1º Natal sem a minha avó. Cortou-me olhar em frente e não te ver avó sempre atenta a ver o que comia o que não comia, se comia muito se pouco e principalmente a ver o que bebia. Faltou neste Natal a cena do costume de dizeres que não querias prendas e eras sempre tu que mais recebia e que ficavas "chateada" (por dentro ficavas contente de toda a gente se lembrar de ti, mas a cena tinha de vir sempre). Foi um Natal mais vazio, mas por um lado uniu ainda mais os de casa. Quero estar para os meus pais sempre.....Á parte disto faltam 4 dias para tirar o gesso (espero eu!!!!) e começar a recuperar. QUERO OS MEUS AVIÕES!!!! Com o Natal passado é altura de pensar nas resoluções de 2012 e ver se cumpri de alguma forma as deste ano. Ao voltar atrás vi que de uma maneira geral cumpri. Curei a 1ª ressaca de 2011. A nível profissional realizei-me mais um pouco, consegui o que queria assinei contrato Portway e a full-time, agora é fundar alicerces. No que toca a amigos, perdi uns (para muita pena minha), ganhei outros. Tive pena Sandrinha de não estar contigo nos teus 30 anos, mas a nossas vidas andam sempre a mil, mas tive lá em pensamento e tu sabes disso....  Fiz a minha escapadinha, fui a Roma e contigo.... No que toca a "ti", não a nada a dizer....tas sempre lá para mim e isso basta-me......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-8499967532090224375?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8499967532090224375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/ca-estou-ressacada-emocionalmente-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8499967532090224375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8499967532090224375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/ca-estou-ressacada-emocionalmente-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-2112732237354182614</id><published>2011-12-11T18:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T18:16:02.204Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;Há certas horas, em que não precisamos de um Amor...&lt;br /&gt;Não precisamos da paixão desmedida...&lt;br /&gt;Não queremos beijo na boca...&lt;br /&gt;E nem corpos a se encontrar na maciez de uma cama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há certas horas, que só queremos a mão no ombro, o abraço apertado ou mesmo o estar ali, quietinho, ao lado...&lt;br /&gt;Sem nada dizer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há certas horas, quando sentimos que estamos pra chorar, que desejamos  uma presença amiga, a nos ouvir paciente, a brincar com a gente, a nos  fazer sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que ria de nossas piadas sem graça...&lt;br /&gt;Que ache nossas tristezas as maiores do mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Que nos teça elogios sem fim...&lt;br /&gt;E que apesar de todas essas mentiras úteis, nos seja de uma sinceridade&lt;br /&gt;inquestionável...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nos mande calar a boca ou nos evite um gesto impensado...&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que nos possa dizer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que você está errado, mas estou do seu lado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou alguém que apenas diga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou seu amor! E estou Aqui!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/william_shakespeare/" class="autor"&gt;William Shakespeare&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/2391527197352480493-2112732237354182614?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2112732237354182614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/ha-certas-horas-em-que-nao-precisamos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/2112732237354182614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/2112732237354182614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/ha-certas-horas-em-que-nao-precisamos.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-6094552286716837887</id><published>2011-12-10T22:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-10T22:50:51.503Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ontem disse-te adeus.... Nunca este acto me custou tanto como ontem. Adeus avó.... Nunca mais digo um simples "até logo" quando saio de casa. Nunca mais vou dizer: "vó logo joga o Porto". Nunca mais vou dizer " vó fiz aqueles bolinhos que gosta" que tanto tu gostavas e que a mim tanto me dava gosto ver-te comer. Guardo as coisas boas, as más já as esqueci porque neste momento já nem têm tanta importancia. Perdi a minha 2a mãe. Foste tu que me ajudaste a aprender a andar, a levar-me à escola, a jogar as cartas.... Sei que tinhas um feitio "torcido", mas sei que era a tua maneira, um pouco distorcida, mas a tua maneira de mostrar que gostavas das pessoas. Tinhas de partir eu sei, mas fazes-me tanta falta.... Já não estavas aqui comigo mas sabia que podia ir ver-te em qualquer altura.... Agora já não te posso ver....  Já sinto saudades de tocar nas tuas mãos, na tua cara que apesar das tuas rugas, sinal de uma vida dificil, ao mesmo tempo eram tão macias.... Sinto falta das pequenas coisas, das tuas pequenas manias, do barulho das tuas bengalas pela casa..... Custa-me tanto dizer-te adeus...... Adeus Avó que Deus esteja contigo e que estejas rodeada de luz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-6094552286716837887?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6094552286716837887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/ontem-disse-te-adeus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/6094552286716837887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/6094552286716837887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/ontem-disse-te-adeus.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-417300870868867210</id><published>2011-11-10T10:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-10T10:14:46.164Z</updated><title type='text'>Bonnie &amp; Clyde</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QKfBJMIANsM?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-417300870868867210?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/417300870868867210/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/bonnie-clyde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/417300870868867210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/417300870868867210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/bonnie-clyde.html' title='Bonnie &amp; Clyde'/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QKfBJMIANsM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-1876570504674576989</id><published>2011-11-08T09:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T10:26:57.850Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-juxZJzv1-yg/TrkDu_H4LuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/lpylrsKGPcA/s1600/prioridade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 380px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-juxZJzv1-yg/TrkDu_H4LuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/lpylrsKGPcA/s400/prioridade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672569311403192034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;imagem in "freetimefun.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes últimos tempos têm sido de reboliço na minha cabeça. Só situações pendentes para resolver e tanta gente a pôr pressão em cima de mim. Tive dias que só me apetecia berrar, tive dias que tive vontade de mandar tudo e todos ao ar e procurar um sitio onde só estivesse eu e os meus pensamentos. Tive de dizer a mim mesma "Pára miúda e organiza-te!!!". Tive de estabelecer prioridades e perceber o que tinha de ser resolvido primeiro. Percebi que primeiro tive de tratar dos meus para depois tratar de mim, porque esse assunto era o que mais me estava a desgastar. A minha mãe sem querer estava a "segregar" toda a minha energia. Percebi que tinha primeiro de ajudar a minha mãe nesta fase difícil da vida dela que era desprender-se da minha avó para um bem maior. Contra tudo o que sempre não quisemos fazer tivemos de pôr a minha avó num lar. Tenho a noção que foi melhor. Mas parte de mim não a consegue ver assim. Ver alguém que sempre foi uma mão de ferro, autoritária estar num estado tão dependente e tão indefeso. Faz-me repensar em muita coisa da vida e pedir que nunca tenha de ver os meus pais assim e que de alguma forma tenho de estar perto... Tenho de estar perto dos meus, sejam eles família, amigos e de ti (sabes bem quem és)..... Depois disto resolvido vem a parte material, sim porque também é importante, sem ser demais.... Vem ai a outra resposta que preciso ter. Preciso de saber que continuo a fazer aquilo que mais me preenche. Tenho de continuar a ver os meus "passarões" e aturar a emigrantada toda. São chatos como a merda as vezes mas preciso daquilo. Depois dessa resposta falta o último patamar, que apesar de estar em último não é menos importante, apenas para se proporcionar tudo o resto tinha de estar resolvido e bem resolvido. Quero a minha casa, a "nossa" casa. Quero ter o "trabalho" de a procurar, a encontrar de me apaixonar por ela, de a pôr do nosso jeito, para depois no final olhar a minha volta e dizer: Sim agora tenho o meu refúgio.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-1876570504674576989?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1876570504674576989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/imagem-in-freetimefun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/1876570504674576989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/1876570504674576989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/imagem-in-freetimefun.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-juxZJzv1-yg/TrkDu_H4LuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/lpylrsKGPcA/s72-c/prioridade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-7244868921855251374</id><published>2011-11-02T18:35:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-02T18:43:37.280Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sinto a tua falta... sinto falta do teu toque....do teu desejo...de me sentir desejada...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta da tua força....da tua essência....&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de mim.... de te dar a força que precisas, e que neste momento não consigo porque eu também preciso de ti, mas será justo pedir-te isto?&lt;br /&gt;Será justo depositarem em mim tanta pressão? Será que estou a ser egoísta? Ou será que estou a pedir o que me é de direito?&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a nossa falta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor desconhecido&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-7244868921855251374?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7244868921855251374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/sinto-tua-falta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/7244868921855251374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/7244868921855251374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/sinto-tua-falta.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-8319136635828338426</id><published>2011-10-23T22:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T22:38:22.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Radiohead - No Surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/u5CVsCnxyXg?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A heart that's full up like a landfill&lt;br /&gt; A job that slowly kills you&lt;br /&gt; Bruises that won't heal&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You look so tired and unhappy&lt;br /&gt; Bring down the government&lt;br /&gt; They don't, they don't speak for us&lt;br /&gt; I'll take a quiet life&lt;br /&gt; A handshake of carbon monoxide&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No alarms and no surprises&lt;br /&gt; No alarms and no surprises&lt;br /&gt; No alarms and no surprises&lt;br /&gt; Silent silence&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is my final fit, my final bellyache with&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No alarms and no surprises&lt;br /&gt; No alarms and no surprises&lt;br /&gt; No alarms and no surprises please&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Such a pretty house and such a pretty garden&lt;/p&gt; No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here)&lt;br /&gt; No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here)&lt;br /&gt; No alarms and no surprises please (let me out of here)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-8319136635828338426?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8319136635828338426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/radiohead-no-surprises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8319136635828338426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8319136635828338426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/radiohead-no-surprises.html' title='Radiohead - No Surprises'/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/u5CVsCnxyXg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-4574363821294176629</id><published>2011-10-13T11:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T11:19:11.298+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariza - Chuva</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OzrUs08-SWs?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;As coisas vulgares que há na vida&lt;br /&gt; Não deixam saudades&lt;br /&gt; Só as lembranças que doem&lt;br /&gt; Ou fazem sorrir &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Há gente que fica na história&lt;br /&gt; da história da gente&lt;br /&gt; e outras de quem nem o nome&lt;br /&gt; lembramos ouvir &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;São emoções que dão vida&lt;br /&gt; à saudade que trago&lt;br /&gt; Aquelas que tive contigo&lt;br /&gt; e acabei por perder &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Há dias que marcam a alma&lt;br /&gt; e a vida da gente&lt;br /&gt; e aquele em que tu me deixaste&lt;br /&gt; não posso esquecer &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A chuva molhava-me o rosto&lt;br /&gt; Gelado e cansado&lt;br /&gt; As ruas que a cidade tinha&lt;br /&gt; Já eu percorrera &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ai... meu choro de moça perdida&lt;br /&gt; gritava à cidade&lt;br /&gt; que o fogo do amor sob chuva&lt;br /&gt; há instantes morrera &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A chuva ouviu e calou&lt;br /&gt; meu segredo à cidade&lt;br /&gt; E eis que ela bate no vidro&lt;br /&gt; Trazendo a saudade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-4574363821294176629?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4574363821294176629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/mariza-chuva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/4574363821294176629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/4574363821294176629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/mariza-chuva.html' title='Mariza - Chuva'/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OzrUs08-SWs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-8687027489767601534</id><published>2011-10-07T22:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T23:21:36.493+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tenho de perder este vicio de não dizer o que penso ou que sinto só para não me chatear. É que não resulta, porque quando me lembro de o fazer cai o Carmo e a Trindade. Tenho de voltar a ser um bocadinho cabra de vez em quando para lembrar as pessoas que é normal  não se ser a gaja que é sempre porreirinha e que "tasse sempre bem e à vontade". Sim!Também tenho quereres, também tenho desejos e sim também me reservo o direito de vez em quando ser a "ranhosa".&lt;br /&gt;Bom fim de semana a todos....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-8687027489767601534?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8687027489767601534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/tenho-de-perder-este-vicio-de-nao-dizer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8687027489767601534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Deborah's theme</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/omyHIS4Opnw?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há músicas que nem é preciso falar nada....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-9028520351237814101?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9028520351237814101/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/once-upon-time-in-america-03-deborahs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/9028520351237814101'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-8673541289175783440</id><published>2011-06-22T20:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T20:43:44.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amanha é o começo do "quiçá" novo inicio da minha vida.... venha ele que já esperava ha mt por ele.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-8673541289175783440?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8673541289175783440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/amanha-e-o-comeco-do-quica-novo-inicio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Mental note: Dar aquilo que efectivamente recebo......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-7492732476975755052?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7492732476975755052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/mental-note-dar-aquilo-que.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/7492732476975755052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/7492732476975755052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-4417636948693250224</id><published>2011-05-16T19:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T19:42:24.628+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje a vida deu-me sem querer mais uma lição. Uma simples consulta de rotina no IPO com a minha avó fez-me ver aquela realidade. Quando se entra no IPO é um ambiente pesado, um misto de perda de esperança para uns e um recomeço para os outros. Realmente o ser humano tem aquele egoismo natural de achar que os seus problemas é que são sérios... Ao menos vivemos ou deveriamos viver... Viver cada dia como se fosse o último e dar valor a quem temos ao nosso lado....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-4417636948693250224?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4417636948693250224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/hoje-vida-deu-me-sem-querer-mais-uma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/4417636948693250224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/4417636948693250224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/hoje-vida-deu-me-sem-querer-mais-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-8707878598578204562</id><published>2011-05-13T18:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T19:02:57.335+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vQQbMHsKhDs/Tc1wYqJaA4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/D9zubbTUbGI/s1600/sexta-feira-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vQQbMHsKhDs/Tc1wYqJaA4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/D9zubbTUbGI/s400/sexta-feira-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606260680079049602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;imagem retirada em mundo tentacular. blogspot .com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;superstição&lt;/span&gt; foi relatada em diversas culturas remontadas muito antes de Cristo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Existem histórias remontadas também pela &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mitologia_n%C3%B3rdica" title="Mitologia nórdica"&gt;mitologia nórdica&lt;/a&gt;. Na primeira delas, conta-se que houve um banquete e 12 deuses foram convidados. &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loki" title="Loki"&gt;Loki&lt;/a&gt;, espírito do mal e da discórdia, apareceu sem ser chamado e armou uma briga que terminou com a morte de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balder" title="Balder"&gt;Balder&lt;/a&gt;,  o favorito dos deuses. Há também quem acredite que convidar 13 pessoas  para um jantar é uma desgraça, simplesmente porque os conjuntos de mesa  são constituidos, regra geral, por 12 copos, 12 talheres e 12 pratos.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Segundo outra versão, a deusa do amor e da beleza era &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friga" title="Friga" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Friga&lt;/a&gt; (que deu origem a &lt;i&gt;frigadag&lt;/i&gt;, sexta-feira). Quando as tribos nórdicas e alemãs se converteram ao cristianismo, Friga foi transformada em &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bruxa" title="Bruxa"&gt;bruxa&lt;/a&gt;. Como vingança, ela passou a se reunir todas as sextas com outras 11 bruxas e o demônio, os 13 ficavam rogando &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Praga" title="Praga"&gt;pragas&lt;/a&gt; aos &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Humano" title="Humano" class="mw-redirect"&gt;humanos&lt;/a&gt;. Da Escandinava a superstição espalhou-se pela Europa.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sexta-Feira_13#cite_note-0"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Com relação à sexta-feira, diversas culturas a consideram como dia de mau agouro:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alguns pesquisadores relatam que o grande &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dil%C3%BAvio" title="Dilúvio"&gt;dilúvio&lt;/a&gt; aconteceu na sexta-feira&lt;sup id="cite_ref-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sexta-Feira_13#cite_note-1"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A morte de Cristo aconteceu numa sexta-feira quando é celebrada a &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/P%C3%A1scoa" title="Páscoa"&gt;páscoa&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marinheiros ingleses não gostam de zarpar seus navios à sexta-feira.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-2" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sexta-Feira_13#cite_note-2"&gt;[3]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p&gt;No cristianismo é relatado um evento de má sorte em &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/13_de_Outubro" title="13 de Outubro" class="mw-redirect"&gt;13 de Outubro&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1307" title="1307"&gt;1307&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sexta-feira" title="Sexta-feira"&gt;sexta-feira&lt;/a&gt;, quando a &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ordem_dos_Templ%C3%A1rios" title="Ordem dos Templários"&gt;Ordem dos Templários&lt;/a&gt; foi declarada ilegal pelo rei &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Filipe_IV_de_Fran%C3%A7a" title="Filipe IV de França"&gt;Filipe IV de França&lt;/a&gt;. Os seus membros foram presos simultaneamente em todo o país e alguns torturados e, mais tarde, executados por &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heresia" title="Heresia"&gt;heresia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Outra possibilidade para esta &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cren%C3%A7a" title="Crença"&gt;crença&lt;/a&gt; está no fato de que Jesus Cristo provavelmente foi morto numa sexta-feira 13, uma vez que a &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/P%C3%A1scoa" title="Páscoa"&gt;Páscoa&lt;/a&gt; judaica é celebrada no dia 14 do mês de Nissan, no &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Calend%C3%A1rio_hebraico" title="Calendário hebraico" class="mw-redirect"&gt;calendário hebraico&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Recorde-se ainda que na &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santa_Ceia" title="Santa Ceia" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Santa Ceia&lt;/a&gt; sentaram-se à mesa treze pessoas, sendo que duas delas, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jesus" title="Jesus"&gt;Jesus&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Judas_Iscariotes" title="Judas Iscariotes"&gt;Judas Iscariotes&lt;/a&gt;, morreram em seguida, por mortes trágicas, Jesus por crucificação e Judas provavelmente por &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suic%C3%ADdio" title="Suicídio"&gt;suicídio&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Note-se também que, no &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tar%C3%B4" title="Tarô" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Tarô&lt;/a&gt;, a carta de número 13 representa a Morte.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Wikipédia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-8707878598578204562?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8707878598578204562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/imagem-retirada-em-mundo-tentacular.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8707878598578204562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8707878598578204562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/imagem-retirada-em-mundo-tentacular.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vQQbMHsKhDs/Tc1wYqJaA4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/D9zubbTUbGI/s72-c/sexta-feira-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-4590066021025113873</id><published>2011-05-11T17:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T17:57:10.502+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje faz 30 anos que morreu este senhor.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="fr"&gt;"Não ligo que me olhem da cabeça aos pés..porque nunca farão minha cabeça e nunca chegarão aos meus pés."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/Bob_Marley/" class="autor"&gt;Bob Marley&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/2391527197352480493-4590066021025113873?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4590066021025113873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/hoje-faz-30-anos-que-morreu-este-senhor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/4590066021025113873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/4590066021025113873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/hoje-faz-30-anos-que-morreu-este-senhor.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-5873857960846176112</id><published>2011-05-07T13:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T13:47:40.554+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aguardo ansiosamente pelas 20h..... Vou de férias.... Dias de pastelice me aguardam. Anseio pelos dias em que vou estar de papo para o ar sem fazer ri-go-ro-sa-men-te nada...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-5873857960846176112?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5873857960846176112/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/aguardo-ansiosamente-pelas-20h.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/5873857960846176112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/5873857960846176112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/aguardo-ansiosamente-pelas-20h.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-4728004102496279354</id><published>2011-04-23T17:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T17:55:53.297+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dEV221bkS1Q/TbMEASLNwaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9xFsY-Q9nso/s1600/roma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dEV221bkS1Q/TbMEASLNwaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9xFsY-Q9nso/s400/roma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598823164677046690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imagem retirada em vidaadois.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conto os dias para ver isto.... Finalmente aviação não vai ser sinónimo de trabalho.... Arriverdeci...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-4728004102496279354?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4728004102496279354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/imagem-retirada-em-vidaadois.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/4728004102496279354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/4728004102496279354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/imagem-retirada-em-vidaadois.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dEV221bkS1Q/TbMEASLNwaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9xFsY-Q9nso/s72-c/roma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-8915112754857908229</id><published>2011-03-24T15:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-24T15:18:19.343Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="fr"&gt;A vida é uma renovação às vezes é necessário morrer, fechar ciclos, para que se renasça e tudo possa ser diferente.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/Mariana_Nascimento/" class="autor"&gt;Mariana Nascimento&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/2391527197352480493-8915112754857908229?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8915112754857908229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/vida-e-uma-renovacao-as-vezes-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8915112754857908229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8915112754857908229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/vida-e-uma-renovacao-as-vezes-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-1336168434050915730</id><published>2011-03-24T15:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-24T15:17:47.349Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;Renova-te.&lt;br /&gt;Renasce em ti mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Multiplica os teus olhos, para verem mais.&lt;br /&gt;Multiplica-se os teus braços para semeares tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Destrói os olhos que tiverem visto.&lt;br /&gt;Cria outros, para as visões novas.&lt;br /&gt;Destrói os braços que tiverem semeado,&lt;br /&gt;Para se esquecerem de colher.&lt;br /&gt;Sê sempre o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre outro. Mas sempre alto.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre longe.&lt;br /&gt;E dentro de tudo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/Cecilia_Meireles/" class="autor"&gt;Cecília Meireles&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/2391527197352480493-1336168434050915730?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1336168434050915730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/renova-te.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/1336168434050915730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/1336168434050915730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/renova-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-6819794389342847872</id><published>2011-03-17T19:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-24T15:16:20.013Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jGpPWsfyxOQ/TYJkVGIRBrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ct2wquM3eO8/s1600/que%2Bseringa%2B%255Ba%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 331px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jGpPWsfyxOQ/TYJkVGIRBrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ct2wquM3eO8/s400/que%2Bseringa%2B%255Ba%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585136801478149810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imagem retirada em aaaatchoo.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje fui à faca....pronto à faquinha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-6819794389342847872?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6819794389342847872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/imagem-retirada-em-aaaatchoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/6819794389342847872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/6819794389342847872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/imagem-retirada-em-aaaatchoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jGpPWsfyxOQ/TYJkVGIRBrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ct2wquM3eO8/s72-c/que%2Bseringa%2B%255Ba%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-3081272991653821687</id><published>2011-03-10T21:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-10T21:19:22.669Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A emoção é uma corrida de 100m. O sentimento é uma maratona..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desconhecido&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-3081272991653821687?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3081272991653821687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/emocao-e-uma-corrida-de-100m.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/3081272991653821687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/3081272991653821687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/emocao-e-uma-corrida-de-100m.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-579516974544599944</id><published>2011-03-10T21:05:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-03-10T21:17:44.060Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Depois de  algum tempo aprendes a diferença, a subtil diferença entre dar a mão e  acorrentar uma alma. E aprendes que amar não significa apoiar-se, e que  companhia nem sempre significa segurança. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt; &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt;E começas a  aprender que beijos não são contratos e presentes não são promessas.  Acabas por aceitar as derrotas com a cabeça erguida e olhos adiante, com  a graça de um adulto e não com a tristeza de uma criança. &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt; &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt;E aprendes a  construir todas as tuas estradas de hoje, porque o terreno do amanha é incerto demais para os planos, e o futuro tem o costume de cair em meio  ao vão. &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt; &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt;Depois de  algum tempo aprendes que o sol queima se te expuseres a ele por muito  tempo. Aprendes que não importa o quanto tu te importas, simplesmente  porque algumas pessoas não se importam.. E aceitas que apesar da bondade  que reside numa pessoa, ela poderá ferir-te de vez em quando e precisas  perdoa-la por isso. &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt; &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt;Aprendes que  falar pode aliviar dores emocionais. Descobres que se leva anos para se  construir a confiança e apenas segundos para destrui-la, e que poderás  fazer coisas das quais te arrependeras para o resto da vida. &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt; &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt;Aprendes que  verdadeiras amizades continuam a crescer mesmo a longas distancias. E o  que importa não eh o que tens na vida, mas quem tens na vida. E que  bons amigos são a familia que nos permitiram escolher. &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt; &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt;Aprendes que  não temos que mudar de amigos se compreendemos que os amigos mudam,  percebes que o teu melhor amigo e tu podem fazer qualquer coisa, ou  nada, e terem bons momentos juntos. &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt; &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt;Descobres  que as pessoas com quem tu mais te importas são tiradas da tua vida muito  depressa, por isso devemos sempre despedir-nos das pessoas que amamos  com palavras amorosas, pode ser a ultima vez que as vejamos. &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt; &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt;Aprendes que  as circunstancias e os ambientes tem influencia sobre nos, mas nos  somos responsáveis por nos mesmos. Começas a aprender que não te deves  comparar com os outros, mas com o melhor que podes ser. &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt; &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt;Descobres  que se leva muito tempo para se tornar a pessoa que se quer ser, e que o  tempo eh curto. Aprendes que, ou controlas os teus actos ou eles te  controlarão e que ser flexível nem sempre significa ser fraco ou não ter  personalidade, pois não importa quão delicada e frágil seja uma  situação, existem sempre os dois lados. &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt; &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt;Aprendes que  heróis são pessoas que fizeram o que era necessário fazer enfrentando  as consequências. Aprendes que paciência requer muita pratica. Descobres  que algumas vezes a pessoa que esperas que te empurre, quando cais, é  uma das poucas que te ajuda a levantar.&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt; &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt;Aprendes que  maturidade tem mais a ver com os tipos de experiência que tiveste e o  que aprendeste com elas do que com quantos aniversários já comemoraste.  Aprendes que há mais dos teus pais em ti do que supunhas. &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt; &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt;Aprendes que  nunca se deve dizer a uma criança que sonhos são disparates, poucas  coisas são tão humilhantes e seria uma tragédia se ela acreditasse  nisso. Aprendes que quando estas com raiva tens o direito de estar com  raiva, mas isso não te da o direito de ser cruel.&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt; &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt;Descobres  que só porque alguém não te ama da forma que desejas, não significa que  esse alguém não te ama com tudo o que pode, pois existem pessoas que nos  amam, mas simplesmente não sabem como demonstrar ou viver isso. &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt; &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt;Aprendes que  nem sempre eh suficiente ser perdoado por alguém, algumas vezes tens  que aprender a perdoar-te a ti mesmo. Aprendes que com a mesma  severidade com que julgas, poderás ser em algum momento condenado.  Aprendes que não importa em quantos pedaços o teu coração foi partido, o  mundo não para para que tu o consertes.&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt; Aprendes que o tempo não é algo que possa voltar para trás. &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt; &lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Portanto,  planta o teu jardim e decora a tua alma, ao invés de esperares que  alguém te traga flores. E aprendes que realmente podes suportar mais ...  que és realmente forte, e que podes ir muito mais longe depois de pensar  que não se pode mais. E que realmente a vida tem valor e que tu tens  valor diante da vida! As nossas dádivas são traidoras e fazem-nos perder  o bem que poderíamos conquistar, se não fosse o medo de tentar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;sub&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-579516974544599944?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/579516974544599944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/depois-de-algum-tempo-aprendes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/579516974544599944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/579516974544599944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/depois-de-algum-tempo-aprendes.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-8975682103262311905</id><published>2011-03-08T20:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:46:45.739Z</updated><title type='text'>The King's Speech Movie Trailer Official (HD)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pzI4D6dyp_o?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme do dia....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-8975682103262311905?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8975682103262311905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/kings-speech-movie-trailer-official-hd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8975682103262311905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8975682103262311905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/kings-speech-movie-trailer-official-hd.html' title='The King&apos;s Speech Movie Trailer Official (HD)'/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pzI4D6dyp_o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-3967521305373582737</id><published>2011-02-22T15:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-22T15:45:59.071Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="nv_orange"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Remédio para o Pessimismo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span class="maintext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;Queixas-te porque não encontras nada a teu gosto? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; São então sempre os teus velhos caprichos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; Ouço-te praguejar, gritar e escarrar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; Estou esgotado, o meu coração despedaça-se. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; Ouve, meu caro, decide-te livremente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; A engolir um sapinho bem gordinho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; De uma só vez e sem olhar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; É remédio soberano para a dispepsia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; &lt;i&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche, in "A Gaia Ciência"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span class="maintext"&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/2391527197352480493-3967521305373582737?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3967521305373582737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/remedio-para-o-pessimismo-queixas-te.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/3967521305373582737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/3967521305373582737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/remedio-para-o-pessimismo-queixas-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-2929864914380998664</id><published>2011-02-22T15:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-22T15:43:34.171Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="nv_orange"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os Amigos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="maintext"&gt;Os amigos amei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; despido de ternura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; fatigada; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; uns iam, outros vinham, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; a nenhum perguntava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; porque partia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; porque ficava; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; era pouco o que tinha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; pouco o que dava, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; mas também só queria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; partilhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; a sede de alegria — &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; por mais amarga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt; &lt;i&gt;Eugénio de Andrade, in "Coração do Dia"&lt;/i&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/2391527197352480493-2929864914380998664?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2929864914380998664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/os-amigos-os-amigos-amei-despido-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/2929864914380998664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/2929864914380998664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/os-amigos-os-amigos-amei-despido-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-8839881755655782978</id><published>2011-02-22T15:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-22T15:39:57.363Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Para  quem ama, não será a ausência a mais certa, a mais eficaz, a mais  intensa, a mais indestrutível, a mais fiel das presenças ?"&lt;br /&gt;Marcel Proust&lt;br /&gt;&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/2391527197352480493-8839881755655782978?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8839881755655782978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/para-quem-ama-nao-sera-ausencia-mais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8839881755655782978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8839881755655782978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/para-quem-ama-nao-sera-ausencia-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-1525078227907741145</id><published>2011-02-04T21:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-04T21:24:10.609Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao                        homem fraco e ao necessitado todos os amigos abandonam."                        (Eurípedes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-1525078227907741145?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1525078227907741145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/ao-homem-fraco-e-ao-necessitado-todos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/1525078227907741145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/1525078227907741145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/ao-homem-fraco-e-ao-necessitado-todos.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-1324899975510002715</id><published>2011-02-04T20:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-04T20:13:40.617Z</updated><title type='text'>The Smashing Pumpkins - Stand Inside Your Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cdsalRiB7u8?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mataste-me com esta....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-1324899975510002715?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1324899975510002715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/smashing-pumpkins-stand-inside-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/1324899975510002715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/1324899975510002715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/smashing-pumpkins-stand-inside-your.html' title='The Smashing Pumpkins - Stand Inside Your Love'/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cdsalRiB7u8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-3445350392874420136</id><published>2011-02-01T18:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-01T18:37:13.946Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sempre de pé atrás em relação às pessoas.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-3445350392874420136?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3445350392874420136/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/sempre-de-pe-atras-em-relacao-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/3445350392874420136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/3445350392874420136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/sempre-de-pe-atras-em-relacao-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-7395776111489948769</id><published>2011-01-31T18:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-31T18:23:20.310Z</updated><title type='text'>Twinkle, twinkle - Fredrika Stahl</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/k0IHBiL1TBg?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-7395776111489948769?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7395776111489948769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/twinkle-twinkle-fredrika-stahl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/7395776111489948769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/7395776111489948769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/twinkle-twinkle-fredrika-stahl.html' title='Twinkle, twinkle - Fredrika Stahl'/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/k0IHBiL1TBg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-6936431154151491865</id><published>2011-01-18T19:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-18T20:04:12.336Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje vi uma prova de força... Dei por mim perto da hora de almoço a ver o programa do Goucha, após chamada da minha Xaninha, e é que quando vejo que estava lá era um antigo colega de turma da faculdade: o Pedro ou como nós o chamávamos o Algarvio. O Pedro há 3 anos teve um acidente de mota e desde aí está "preso" a uma cadeira de rodas. Tinha sabido na altura mas vê-lo ali naquela condição custou-me imenso. Continua o mesmo Pedro. Com uma coerência de discurso que sempre nos habituou e com a mesma força também. E fez-me pensar: por vezes damos importância a merdas,sim a merdas comparado com isto, e mesmo estando na condição dá uma lição a nós, os supostos normais, nunca acomodarmo-nos na vida. O que hoje é amanha pode não ser de certeza.... Força Algarvio, que tenhas a justiça que tanto esperas há 3 anos.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-6936431154151491865?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6936431154151491865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/hoje-vi-uma-prova-de-forca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/6936431154151491865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/6936431154151491865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/hoje-vi-uma-prova-de-forca.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-4687167251552375978</id><published>2011-01-16T14:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-16T14:39:21.039Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Ser feliz é fazer de cada minuto, um momento especial."&lt;br /&gt;(Autor desconhecido)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-4687167251552375978?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4687167251552375978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/ser-feliz-e-fazer-de-cada-minuto-um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/4687167251552375978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/4687167251552375978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/ser-feliz-e-fazer-de-cada-minuto-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-7206364130504043560</id><published>2011-01-13T14:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:31:36.899Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje este post vai para um "estranho". Um "estranho" que pensava conhecer. Um "estranho" que pensava meu amigo. Um "estranho" que acabou por ser mais uma de todas as outras pessoas que como amigo e acima de tudo como pessoa me desiludiram. Por isso caro "estranho" acabaste por revelar o teu verdadeiro "eu", e perante isso mais uma vez, como sempre fiz, vou-te dizer as coisas como elas são: Não vales merda nenhuma. Quem és tu para falar em traição de confiança quando tu mesmo não sabes honrar a tua palavra. É muito fácil fazer uma promessa, dificil será mantê-la. Sempre ouvi dizer que comportamento gera comportamento, como tal não posso ser "fiel" com quem não o é comigo. Falsos moralistas está o mundo cheio e tu meu caro "estranho" és mais um deles. O grave é que vives numa realidade que é a tua, em que o faz de conta prevalece e não a frontalidade. Sigo a minha vida como anteriormente, em que tu não fazias parte do chamado "rol de amigos" que tu tanto gostas de frizar, e faço-o com a maior das facilidades. Se continuares com esse teu jogo em que ou se está contigo ou contra ti, infelizmente meu caro "estranho" vais ficar sozinho em que só terás um espelho a fazer-te companhia mas resposta nenhuma. Despeço-me de ti como tu tão dramaticamente gostas de o fazer às pessoas: tem uma boa vida. O conselho que te deixo meu caro "estranho" é um simples: Get a life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-7206364130504043560?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7206364130504043560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/hoje-este-post-vai-para-um-estranho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/7206364130504043560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/7206364130504043560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/hoje-este-post-vai-para-um-estranho.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-6253567186066614846</id><published>2010-12-30T18:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-30T19:17:55.767Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/TRzVuSPt2PI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XMtaAje0Cgs/s1600/happy%252520new%252520year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556551031416805618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/TRzVuSPt2PI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XMtaAje0Cgs/s400/happy%252520new%252520year.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chegou a altura do ano em que toda a gente faz um balanço do ano que termina e que faz as resoluções para o próximo que espreita....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ora bem: mais um ano de aprendizagem em que por vezes aquilo que parece não é...Aquilo que as pessoas parecem também não o são, mas também não vamos dramatizar. O ano de 2010 não foi de todo mau. A primeira metade do ano não foi de todo má. Foi calma, com uns altos e baixos naturalmente mas sempre com os pés assentes na terra. Este ano foi ano dos 30. Meu Deus os 30 anos,coisa que nunca pensei que fosse mexer comigo. Mas houve alguém que me disse na altura: "A vida começa aos 30". E até começou.... Uma vida diferente. Quando menos esperamos a vida prega-te uma finta e aquelas regras rigidas que temos surgem com uma excepção. Dizem que as regras foram feitas para ser quebradas e pelos vistos foram... Não me arrependo de a ter quebrado. Não foi fácil para mim quebra-la mas tem valido cada minuto...e tava ali mesmo ao lado...;) Fez um ano que faço aquilo que mais me preenche profissionalmente, mas que também mais me come a cabeça, mas é um mal necessário... Fomentei amizades,limitei outras....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas pronto aqui vai. Vou fazer aquilo que toda a gente faz nesta altura. As resoluções para 2011:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Curar a 1ª ressaca de 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Estabilizar profissionalmente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Independência pessoal (mais ainda).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Relaxar mais (uma escapadinha aqui e ali precisa-se)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Festejar os 30 anos da minha Sandrinha (miga tamos lá).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Amigos (manter os que tenho, que sei quem são).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Emagrecer uns quilinhos (tipicamente de gaja!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. A última resolução guardo-a para mim e para quem de direito.... (depois digo-te! ;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posto isto, minha gente até para o ano....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-6253567186066614846?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6253567186066614846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/chegou-altura-do-ano-em-que-toda-gente.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/6253567186066614846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/6253567186066614846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/chegou-altura-do-ano-em-que-toda-gente.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/TRzVuSPt2PI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XMtaAje0Cgs/s72-c/happy%252520new%252520year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-5357974307720319265</id><published>2010-11-28T12:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T13:43:54.784Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou em conflito comigo própria... O velho "eu" nas últimas 48h tem feito tentativas para surgir... Os velhos fantasmas do passado teimam em levar a melhor sobre o novo "eu"... Terei força para combate-lo? A muralha que eu com tanto sucesso criei começa a deixar cair as primeiras pedras para os medos e a insegurança de deixar de me sentir desejada e ouvir novamente aquelas palavras que outrora me despedaçaram por dentro. Jurei na altura que nunca mais passaria pelo mesmo. Surge agora a nova ameaça....mas o novo "eu" também me diz será que é mesmo uma ameaça????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-5357974307720319265?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5357974307720319265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/estou-em-conflito-comigo-propria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/5357974307720319265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/5357974307720319265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/estou-em-conflito-comigo-propria.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-1007183959847620504</id><published>2010-11-26T11:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-26T11:42:37.001Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/TO-cuMcWzUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jrcw1w_mbps/s1600/ABRAO_%257E1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543821983744445762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/TO-cuMcWzUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jrcw1w_mbps/s400/ABRAO_%257E1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Imagem in &lt;a href="http://www.sempremotivado.com.br/tag/amor/"&gt;www.sempremotivado.com.br/tag/amor/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mesmo que as pessoas mudem e suas vidas se reorganizem, os amigos devem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ser amigos para sempre, mesmo que não tenham nada em comum, somente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;compartilhar as mesmas recordações.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pois boas lembraças, são marcantes,e o que é&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;marcante nnca se esquece!Uma grande amizade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mesmo com o passar do tempo é cultivada assim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/Vinicius_de_Moraes/"&gt;Vinícius de Moraes&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/2391527197352480493-1007183959847620504?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1007183959847620504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/imagem-in-www.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/1007183959847620504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/1007183959847620504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/imagem-in-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/TO-cuMcWzUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jrcw1w_mbps/s72-c/ABRAO_%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-4452625881530712857</id><published>2010-11-26T11:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-26T11:35:43.545Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje uso o blog para fazer um apelo a 2 pessoas que me são muito especiais.... Meninas resolvam o que há para resolver. Fiz a minha parte,tendo em conta que fico numa posição ingrata, porém não depende de mim o bom senso. Falem não deixem que terceiros opinem e que envenenem a vossa amizade. Se refletirem e apurarem os factos (os verdadeiros), não há motivo para tudo isto. Ponderem na balança quem esteve sempre lá e quem por muitas vezes vos deixou ficar mal, muitas vezes através da mentira. Não estamos em tempo de nos chatearmos, a vossa (e nossa amizade) vale muito mais que isso, apesar de as tantas o orgulho neste momento não vos deixar ver isso.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-4452625881530712857?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4452625881530712857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/hoje-uso-o-blog-para-fazer-um-apelo-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/4452625881530712857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/4452625881530712857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/hoje-uso-o-blog-para-fazer-um-apelo-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-1094265659004760318</id><published>2010-11-24T17:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:09:58.472Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje acordei vazia, privada de sentimentos.... Apenas desejosa do meu casulo e da minha zona de conforto e com a cabeça cheia de dúvidas. Questiono as relações de hoje em dia, o que realmente hoje as pessoas em geral e os "meus" em particular querem da vida. O porquê de darem importância ao fútil que existe. Se pensassemos friamente e questionassemos o que realmente é importante iriamos chegar a conclusão que por vezes aquilo que achamos importante por vezes não o é. Hoje tenho em mim pensamentos contraditórios, é-me dificil hoje não pôr em causa muita coisa. Sim hoje preciso mesmo de mim, de estar comigo, provavelmente de gostar de mim.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-1094265659004760318?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1094265659004760318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/hoje-acordei-vazia-privada-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/1094265659004760318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/1094265659004760318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/hoje-acordei-vazia-privada-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-325316113676483115</id><published>2010-11-11T18:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-11T18:29:36.445Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Frustração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi bonito &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O meu sonho de amor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Floriram em redor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todos os campos em pousio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um sol de Abril brilhou em pleno estio, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lavado e promissor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só que não houve frutos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dessa primavera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A vida disse que era &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tarde demais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E que as paixões tardias &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;São ironias &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dos deuses desleais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miguel Torga, in 'Diário XV' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-325316113676483115?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/325316113676483115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/frustracao-foi-bonito-o-meu-sonho-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/325316113676483115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/325316113676483115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/frustracao-foi-bonito-o-meu-sonho-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-8731688341183881898</id><published>2010-11-06T20:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-06T20:18:35.756Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uma das coisas que me irrita nas pessoas é "venderem" uma imagem de si que não corresponde à verdade. Por estupidez,por hipocrisia,por mecanismo de defesa não sei. Relevo quando o fazem a quem não as conhece, agora não posso tolerar que o façam a quem supostamente é alguem mais proximo. Lamento.... mas da mesma forma que não sinceros comigo,não o posso ser também transparente para quem não faz por isso...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-8731688341183881898?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8731688341183881898/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/uma-das-coisas-que-me-irrita-nas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8731688341183881898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8731688341183881898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/uma-das-coisas-que-me-irrita-nas.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-3289650106526142079</id><published>2010-10-23T21:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T21:41:32.449+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway - The National</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/VS2lovVrT54/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VS2lovVrT54?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VS2lovVrT54?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's no saving anything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now we're swallowing the shine of the summer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's no saving anything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How we swallow the sun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I won't be no runaway&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cause I won't runNo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wont be no runaway&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What makes you think &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm enjoying being led to the flood?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We got another thing coming undone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And its taking us overWe don't bleed when we don't fight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Go ahead, go ahead&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Throw your arms in the air tonight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We don't bleed when we don't fight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Go ahead, go ahead &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lose our shirts in the fire tonight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What makes you think &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm enjoying being led to the flood?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We got another thing coming undone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I won't be no runaway&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cause i wont run&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No I won't be no runaway&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Cause I won't run&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No I won't be no runaway&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But what makes you think im enjoying being led to the flood?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We got another thing coming undone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And its taking us over&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We don't bleed when we dont fight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Go ahead, go ahead &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Throw your arms in the air tonight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We don't bleed when we don't fight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Go ahead, go ahead &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lose our shirts in the fire tonight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What makes you think&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; I'm enjoying being led to the flood?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We got another thing coming undone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We got another thing coming undone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And it's taking forever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'll go braving everything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With you swallowing the shine of the summer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'll go braving everything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Through the shine of the sun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I won't be no runaway&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cause I won't run&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No I won't be no runaway&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cause I won't run&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No I won't be no runaway&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What makes you think im enjoying being led to the flood?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We got another thing coming undone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And its taking us over&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We dont bleed and we dont fight &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Go ahead, go ahead &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Throw your arms in the air tonight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We dont bleed when we dont fight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Go ahead, go ahead &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lose our shirts in the fire tonight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What makes you think &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm enjoying being led to the flood? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We got another thing coming undone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We got another thing coming undone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And its taking us over&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And it's taking forever &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-3289650106526142079?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3289650106526142079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/runaway-national.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/3289650106526142079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/3289650106526142079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/runaway-national.html' title='Runaway - The National'/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-7043935574089161425</id><published>2010-10-13T19:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T19:37:27.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sim é um facto....não tenho andado muito por aqui. Apesar de andar tudo mais calmo não tenho tido muita paciência para isto. Ando bloqueada na escrita, tenho optado pela poesia ou por vezes a música... Tenho guardado os pensamentos para mim....às vezes é preciso......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-7043935574089161425?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7043935574089161425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/sim-e-um-facto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/7043935574089161425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/7043935574089161425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/sim-e-um-facto.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-8680259169207249821</id><published>2010-09-28T19:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T19:02:46.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Certas palavras podem dizer muitas coisas;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Certos olhares podem valer mais do que mil palavras;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Certos momentos nos fazem esquecer que existe um mundo lá fora;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Certos gestos,parecem sinais guiando-nos pelo caminho;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Certos toques parecem estremecer todo nosso coração;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Certos detalhes nos dão certeza de que existem pessoas especiais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assim como você que deixarão belas lembranças para todo o sempre:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-8680259169207249821?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8680259169207249821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/certas-palavras-podem-dizer-muitas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8680259169207249821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8680259169207249821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/certas-palavras-podem-dizer-muitas.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-138809453573302056</id><published>2010-09-16T09:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T09:08:44.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje acordei vazia...cinzenta como o tempo, triste como a chuva.... Onde está o meu casulo quando preciso dele? Pela primeira vez tive para faltar ao trabalho. Hoje queria desligar do mundo, das pessoas e estar comigo. É isso que me está a faltar:estar comigo em vez de me refugiar em desculpas.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-138809453573302056?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/138809453573302056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/hoje-acordei-vazia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/138809453573302056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/138809453573302056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/hoje-acordei-vazia.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-879992599474253126</id><published>2010-09-14T18:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T18:56:04.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Radiohead - No Surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/qqsyXdj_p_I/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qqsyXdj_p_I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qqsyXdj_p_I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-879992599474253126?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/879992599474253126/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/radiohead-no-surprises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/879992599474253126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/879992599474253126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/radiohead-no-surprises.html' title='Radiohead - No Surprises'/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-4815346739840256960</id><published>2010-09-14T18:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T18:51:52.497+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ando apática ...será cansaço? Inércia? Pacatez? Gostava de saber a resposta. Analisando friamente não tenho propriamente motivos para me sentir assim a não ser cansaço físico. Sinto-me desgastada, sempre com a cabeça a 1000. Será que isto vem com a idade? A malta com a idade parece que fica com outra consciência,ou as tantas perde é mais tempo a pensar (as vezes até demais,é certo!).... Conclusão: tenho para mim que tenho de continuar a tomar Cogitum.... No meio disto tudo um ponto bom: a minha Sandrinha está cá. Que saudades nossas...e um desejo que voltes rápido e definitivamente porque o teu lugar é aqui Borboleta....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-4815346739840256960?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4815346739840256960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/ando-apatica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/4815346739840256960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/4815346739840256960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/ando-apatica.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-615783031249091211</id><published>2010-09-02T12:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T12:41:36.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tenho de aprender a dizer "não".......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-615783031249091211?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/615783031249091211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/tenho-de-aprender-dizer-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/615783031249091211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/615783031249091211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/tenho-de-aprender-dizer-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-6747131650720743894</id><published>2010-09-02T12:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T12:33:08.005+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Interpol - "Lights"   New Song with Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/VakqM_mJMqY/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VakqM_mJMqY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VakqM_mJMqY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-6747131650720743894?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6747131650720743894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/interpol-lights-new-song-with-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/6747131650720743894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/6747131650720743894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/interpol-lights-new-song-with-lyrics.html' title='Interpol - &quot;Lights&quot;   New Song with Lyrics'/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-9030699192324167208</id><published>2010-08-26T19:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T19:39:11.952+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ultimamente as palavras não me saem... Tenho as palavras contidas. É através da poesia que vou conseguindo exteriorizar o que aqui vai....Posto isto aqui vai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Colhe o Dia, porque És Ele &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uns, com os olhos postos no passado, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vêem o que não vêem: outros, fitos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os mesmos olhos no futuro, vêem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que não pode ver-se. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por que tão longe ir pôr o que está perto — &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A segurança nossa? Este é o dia, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esta é a hora, este o momento, isto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É quem somos, e é tudo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perene flui a interminável hora &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que nos confessa nulos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No mesmo hausto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em que vivemos, morreremos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Colhe O dia, porque és ele. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ricardo Reis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-9030699192324167208?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9030699192324167208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/ultimamente-as-palavras-nao-me-saem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/9030699192324167208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/9030699192324167208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/ultimamente-as-palavras-nao-me-saem.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-4068749152554502914</id><published>2010-08-26T19:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T19:34:30.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não me sais do pensamento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não te esqueço nem por um momento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Permanece aquele sentimento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que ha muito alimento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Medo de o partilhar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Medo de o demonstrar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De nao ser retribuido,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De todo ele ser destruido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E assim restaria a desilusão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A ilusão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De um amor, que um dia encheu meu coração....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cathia Chumbo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-4068749152554502914?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4068749152554502914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/nao-me-sais-do-pensamento-nao-te.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/4068749152554502914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/4068749152554502914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/nao-me-sais-do-pensamento-nao-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-5770315454130884444</id><published>2010-08-25T10:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T10:18:17.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu fui. Mas o que fui já me não lembra: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mil camadas de pó disfarçam, véus, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estes quarenta rostos desiguais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tão marcados de tempo e macaréus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu sou. Mas o que sou tão pouco é: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rã fugida do charco, que saltou, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E no salto que deu, quanto podia, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O ar dum outro mundo a rebentou. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Falta ver, se é que falta, o que serei: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um rosto recomposto antes do fim, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um canto de batráquio, mesmo rouco, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma vida que corra assim-assim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;José Saramago, in "Os Poemas Possíveis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-5770315454130884444?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5770315454130884444/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-fui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/5770315454130884444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/5770315454130884444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-fui.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-5697174900795552026</id><published>2010-08-20T19:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T19:02:21.527+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Temper Trap "Sweet Disposition"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/jxKjOOR9sPU/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jxKjOOR9sPU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jxKjOOR9sPU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Porque faz todo o sentido....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-5697174900795552026?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5697174900795552026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/temper-trap-sweet-disposition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/5697174900795552026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/5697174900795552026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/temper-trap-sweet-disposition.html' title='The Temper Trap &quot;Sweet Disposition&quot;'/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-9155207871356418611</id><published>2010-08-18T18:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T18:52:59.988+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/TGwdZ3HsP3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/J1wwuxrfWZI/s1600/Apatia_by_dreamspeak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506808774497419122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/TGwdZ3HsP3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/J1wwuxrfWZI/s400/Apatia_by_dreamspeak.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagem by dreamspeak.deviantart.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somente o silencio me acompanha&lt;br /&gt;Como uma paz sem o ser&lt;br /&gt;Não só a alegria me estranha&lt;br /&gt;Mas a tristeza já não tem porque aparecer&lt;br /&gt;E o silencio acompanha-me&lt;br /&gt;A par com o meu vazio, compreende-me&lt;br /&gt;E eu, eu caminho apática&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mil e uma pessoas, mil e uma aventuras&lt;br /&gt;E eu não quero nada, somente o silencio&lt;br /&gt;Caminhar por mil e um caminhos, pequenas ruas&lt;br /&gt;E na pele sentir o calor e o frio&lt;br /&gt;Fazer tudo, atingir a sobrenatural calma&lt;br /&gt;No entanto nada me olha, nada me chama&lt;br /&gt;E eu, eu caminho apática&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os sonhos deixaram de existir&lt;br /&gt;Mas não lhes sinto a falta&lt;br /&gt;Agora caminho observando, sem nada sentir&lt;br /&gt;Mas não necessito, nem disto fico farta&lt;br /&gt;Sou somente o que era suposto ser&lt;br /&gt;E até ao dia que morrer&lt;br /&gt;Eu, eu caminho apática&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In "simplespoemas.blogs.sapo.pt"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-9155207871356418611?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9155207871356418611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/imagem-by-dreamspeak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/9155207871356418611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/9155207871356418611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/imagem-by-dreamspeak.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/TGwdZ3HsP3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/J1wwuxrfWZI/s72-c/Apatia_by_dreamspeak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-7775039511350299429</id><published>2010-08-17T20:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T20:37:05.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estou Cansado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansado, é claro, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque, a certa altura, a gente tem que estar cansado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De que estou cansado, não sei: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De nada me serviria sabê-lo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pois o cansaço fica na mesma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; A ferida dói como dói &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E não em função da causa que a produziu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sim, estou cansado, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E um pouco sorridente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De o cansaço ser só isto — Uma vontade de sono no corpo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um desejo de não pensar na alma, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E por cima de tudo uma transparência lúcida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do entendimento retrospectivo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E a luxúria única de não ter já esperanças? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sou inteligente; eis tudo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tenho visto muito e entendido muito o que tenho visto, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E há um certo prazer até no cansaço que isto nos dá, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que afinal a cabeça sempre serve para qualquer coisa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Álvaro de Campos, in "Poemas" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-7775039511350299429?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7775039511350299429/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/estou-cansado-estou-cansado-e-claro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/7775039511350299429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/7775039511350299429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/estou-cansado-estou-cansado-e-claro.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-390919428731543664</id><published>2010-08-10T12:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T12:31:08.158+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zero 7 - Distractions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQZ7JUhQR-c&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQZ7JUhQR-c&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I only make jokes to distract myself from the truth...."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-390919428731543664?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/390919428731543664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/zero-7-distractions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/390919428731543664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/390919428731543664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/zero-7-distractions.html' title='Zero 7 - Distractions'/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-1189123585557517852</id><published>2010-08-10T12:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T12:28:52.537+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finalmente consegui dormir....acordei mais leve fisicamente, a cabeça cada vez mais pesada. Aos poucos vai passando,ou então sou eu que mais uma vez vou anestesiando a coisa. A Andreia voltou. Já não tenho de chorar sozinha. Falta-me apenas a Sandra. Mas esse tempo há-de chegar. Tenho vontade de mandar tudo ao ar......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-1189123585557517852?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1189123585557517852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/finalmente-consegui-dormir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/1189123585557517852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/1189123585557517852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/finalmente-consegui-dormir.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-5334369388218357711</id><published>2010-08-04T19:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T19:37:06.328+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Arcade Fire - We Used To Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/1K7Sow5DKqA/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1K7Sow5DKqA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1K7Sow5DKqA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I used to write,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I used to write letters &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I used to sign my name&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I used to sleep at night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before the flashing lights settled deep in my brain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But by the time we met&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By the time we met the times had already changed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I never wrote a letter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I never took my true heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; I never wrote it down&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So when the lights cut out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was left standing in the wilderness downtown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now our lives are changing fast&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now our lives are changing fast&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hope that something pure can last&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hope that something pure can last&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It seems strange anekatips&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How we used to wait for letters to arrive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But what's stranger still&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is how something so small can keep you alive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We used to waitWe used to waste hours just walking around&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We used to wait&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All those wasted lives &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;in the wilderness downtownoooo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we used to waitoooo we used to waitoooo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we used to wait&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometimes it never came(oooo we used to wait)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometimes it never came(oooo we used to wait)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Still moving through the pain(oooooo)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm gonna write a letter to my true love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm gonna sign my name&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Like a patient on a table&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wanna walk again gonna move through the pain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now our lives are changing fast&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now our lives are changing fast&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hope that something pure can last&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hope that something pure can lastoooo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we used to waitoooo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; we used to waitoooo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; we used to wait&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometimes it never came(oooo we used to wait)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometimes it never came(oooo we used to wait)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Still moving through the pain(oooooo) anekatipswe used to wait (x3)www.lyrics-celebrities.anekatips.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We used to wait for it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We used to wait for it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now we're screaming sing the chorus again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We used to wait for it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We used to wait for it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now we're screaming sing the chorus again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I used to wait for it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I used to wait for it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hear my voice screaming sing the chorus again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wait for it (x3)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-5334369388218357711?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5334369388218357711/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/arcade-fire-we-used-to-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/5334369388218357711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/5334369388218357711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/arcade-fire-we-used-to-wait.html' title='Arcade Fire - We Used To Wait'/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-129821171364143294</id><published>2010-08-04T19:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T19:25:05.989+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não tenho posto aqui nada... tanta coisa se tem passado mas ao mesmo tempo fico entalada sem conseguir transpor para aqui. Falo pelos cotovelos mas ultimamente prefiro guardar para mim o que sinto, sem censura, sem cobrança, sem raiva, apenas para mim....Ás vezes sabe melhor...podemos ter amigos mas se avaliarmos friamente só connosco próprios é que podemos contar, por isso é melhor gostarmos muito de nós mesmos....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-129821171364143294?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/129821171364143294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/nao-tenho-posto-aqui-nada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/129821171364143294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/129821171364143294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/nao-tenho-posto-aqui-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-8038105847463384752</id><published>2010-07-29T11:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T11:06:35.288+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Agradecia ao camião que passou por cima de mim durante a noite,para a próxima avisar. A gêrencia agradece....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-8038105847463384752?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8038105847463384752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/agradecia-ao-camiao-que-passou-por-cima.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8038105847463384752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8038105847463384752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/agradecia-ao-camiao-que-passou-por-cima.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-8702226049024473199</id><published>2010-07-28T19:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T19:37:35.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotan Project - La Viguela</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/_FzhILVRcZk/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_FzhILVRcZk&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_FzhILVRcZk&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-8702226049024473199?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8702226049024473199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/gotan-project-la-viguela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8702226049024473199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8702226049024473199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/gotan-project-la-viguela.html' title='Gotan Project - La Viguela'/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-2606601102027105500</id><published>2010-07-28T13:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T13:10:09.007+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A vida mais doce é não pensar em nada." Nietzsche&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-2606601102027105500?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2606601102027105500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/vida-mais-doce-e-nao-pensar-em-nada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/2606601102027105500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/2606601102027105500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/vida-mais-doce-e-nao-pensar-em-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-789771934029938645</id><published>2010-07-24T21:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T21:43:39.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dia para esquecer.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-789771934029938645?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/789771934029938645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/dia-para-esquecer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/789771934029938645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/789771934029938645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/dia-para-esquecer.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-3437590468712501684</id><published>2010-07-24T21:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T21:40:16.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaiser Chiefs - Love's Not A Competition (But I'm Winning)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/1UWOhjnClJQ/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1UWOhjnClJQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1UWOhjnClJQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-3437590468712501684?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3437590468712501684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/kaiser-chiefs-loves-not-competition-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/3437590468712501684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/3437590468712501684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/kaiser-chiefs-loves-not-competition-but.html' title='Kaiser Chiefs - Love&apos;s Not A Competition (But I&apos;m Winning)'/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-3306846692403252691</id><published>2010-07-23T04:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T04:30:26.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Arcade Fire "My Body is a Cage"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/Pyp34v6Lmcc/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pyp34v6Lmcc&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pyp34v6Lmcc&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Já tinha colocado esta música aqui,suponho, mas se for o caso volto a fazê-lo porque faz 2 dias que acordo com ela na cabeça. É estranho........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My body is a cage that keeps me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From dancing with the one I love &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But my mind holds the key&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My body is a cage that keeps me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From dancing with the one I love &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But my mind holds the keyI&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'m standing on a stage&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Of fear and self-doubt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's a hollow play&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But they'll clap anyway&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My body is a cage that keeps me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From dancing with the one I love &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But my mind holds the key&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You're standing next to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My mind holds the key&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm living in an age&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That calls darkness light&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Though my language is dead&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Still the shapes fill my head&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm living in an age&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Whose name I don't know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Though the fear keeps me moving &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Still my heart beats so slow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My body is a cage that keeps me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From dancing with the one I love &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But my mind holds the key&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You're standing next to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My mind holds the key&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My body is a&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My body is a cage &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We take what we're given&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just because you've forgotten &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That don't mean you're forgiven&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm living in an age&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That screams my name at night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But when I get to the doorway&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's no one in sight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My body is a cage that keeps me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; From dancing with the one I love &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But my mind holds the key&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You're standing next to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My mind holds the key&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Set my spirit free&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Set my spirit free&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Set my body free &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-3306846692403252691?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3306846692403252691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/arcade-fire-my-body-is-cage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/3306846692403252691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/3306846692403252691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/arcade-fire-my-body-is-cage.html' title='Arcade Fire &quot;My Body is a Cage&quot;'/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-2663774924085489754</id><published>2010-07-22T20:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T20:13:44.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Arcade Fire - Rebellion (Lies)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/NNfWC4Sgkcs/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNfWC4Sgkcs&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNfWC4Sgkcs&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-2663774924085489754?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2663774924085489754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/arcade-fire-rebellion-lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/2663774924085489754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/2663774924085489754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/arcade-fire-rebellion-lies.html' title='The Arcade Fire - Rebellion (Lies)'/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-6632267093726425600</id><published>2010-07-22T20:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T20:12:20.711+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Dois amantes felizes não têm fim nem morte, nascem e morrem tanta vez enquanto vivem, são eternos como é a natureza."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-6632267093726425600?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6632267093726425600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/dois-amantes-felizes-nao-tem-fim-nem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/6632267093726425600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/6632267093726425600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/dois-amantes-felizes-nao-tem-fim-nem.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-7711342283589347328</id><published>2010-07-21T14:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T14:14:00.872+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Scissor Sisters - Fire With Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/3FV2ILnnTa0/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3FV2ILnnTa0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3FV2ILnnTa0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acordei hoje com isto....o dia até corre melhor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-7711342283589347328?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7711342283589347328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/scissor-sisters-fire-with-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/7711342283589347328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/7711342283589347328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/scissor-sisters-fire-with-fire.html' title='Scissor Sisters - Fire With Fire'/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-2597964985660097539</id><published>2010-07-20T21:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T21:36:55.945+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The National - Fake Empire</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/KehwyWmXr3U/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KehwyWmXr3U&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KehwyWmXr3U&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-2597964985660097539?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2597964985660097539/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/national-fake-empire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/2597964985660097539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/2597964985660097539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/national-fake-empire.html' title='The National - Fake Empire'/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-2919762978193443656</id><published>2010-07-19T21:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T21:11:20.937+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje entre correria de voos passei por um dos quiosques do aeroporto como habitual. Parei para ler as "gordas" dos jornais e revistas e na parte da livraria estava sozinho e abandonado um livro,tendo em conta que já tem muito tempo depreendo que alguém se esqueceu dele,mas tive vergonha de perguntar. O livro em questão é o famoso livro de Miguel Esteves Cardoso "O amor é fodido". Deixo uma transcrição do mesmo.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Por que é que fodemos o amor? Porque não resistimos. É do mal que nos faz. Parece estar mesmo a pedir. De resto, ninguém suporta viver um amor que não esteja pelo menos parcialmente fodido. Tem que haver escombros. Tem de haver esperança. Tem de haver progresso para pior e desejo de regresso a um tempo mais feliz. Um amor só um bocado fodido pode ser a coisa mais bonita deste mundo".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-2919762978193443656?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2919762978193443656/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/hoje-entre-correria-de-voos-passei-por.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/2919762978193443656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/2919762978193443656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/hoje-entre-correria-de-voos-passei-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-5242672695173278716</id><published>2010-07-16T18:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T18:21:53.542+01:00</updated><title type='text'>António Variações "sempre ausente"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/0fKWsZgwawU/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://web1.nyc.youtube.com/v/0fKWsZgwawU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://web1.nyc.youtube.com/v/0fKWsZgwawU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;diz-me que solidão é essa &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;que te põe a falar sozinho&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;diz-me que conversa &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;estás a ter contigo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;diz-me que desprezo é esse&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;que não olhas p'ra quem quer que seja&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ou pensas que não existe ninguém que te veja&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;que viagem é essa que te diriges em todos os sentidos &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;andas em busca dos sonhos perdidos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lá vai o maluco &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lá vai o demente &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lá vai ele a passar assim te chama toda essa gente&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;mas tu estás sempre ausente&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; e não te conseguem alcançar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;mas tu estás sempre ausente&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; e não te conseguem alcançar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;mas tu estás sempre ausente &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;e não te conseguem alcançar &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;diz-me que loucura &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;é essa que te veste de fantasia &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;diz-me que te liberta &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;de vida vazia &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;diz-me que distância é essa &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;que levas no teu olhar &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;que ânsia e que pressa &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;que queres alcançar que viagem é essa &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;que te diriges em todos os sentidos &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;andas em busca dos sonhos perdidos l&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;á vai o maluco &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lá vai o demente &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lá vai ele a passar &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;assim te chama toda essa gente&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; mas tu estás sempre ausente&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; e não te conseguem alcançar &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;mas tu estás sempre ausente &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;e não te conseguem alcançar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;mas eu estou sempre ausente &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;e não me conseguem alcançar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;não me conseguem alcançar &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;não me conseguem alcançar &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;não me conseguem alcançar &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaja esta grande classico é nosso por aquilo que nós sabemos....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-5242672695173278716?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5242672695173278716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/antonio-variacoes-sempre-ausente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/5242672695173278716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/5242672695173278716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/antonio-variacoes-sempre-ausente.html' title='António Variações &quot;sempre ausente&quot;'/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-7737740034461741423</id><published>2010-07-15T21:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T21:07:52.739+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Archive - Meon</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f_JuBpT4-Y0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f_JuBpT4-Y0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-7737740034461741423?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7737740034461741423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/archive-meon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/7737740034461741423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/7737740034461741423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/archive-meon.html' title='Archive - Meon'/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-8203245464819967318</id><published>2010-07-15T20:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T20:35:47.481+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/TD9i7-Nz8aI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jUgHzBG1XxA/s1600/Imagem101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494218852868026786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/TD9i7-Nz8aI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jUgHzBG1XxA/s400/Imagem101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok...já tou nos 30. Estes dias foram de habituação. Aos poucos a coisa vai. Ajudava bastante não ter tido uma semana de trabalho de cão. Preciso de descanso,chego a conclusão que a minha paciência chegou ao limite. Sim...paciência precisa-se!!! Alguém tem que me possa emprestar???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O dia de hoje foi de descanso. Começou com a chegada de um postal vindo directamente de Liverpool. A minha borboleta quis estar presente de alguma forma nesta fase da vida. Miss U...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A ti minha borboleta deixo-te um beijo de saudade, ou como tu muitas vezes dizes beijo no coração....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2391527197352480493-8203245464819967318?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8203245464819967318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8203245464819967318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8203245464819967318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/TD9i7-Nz8aI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jUgHzBG1XxA/s72-c/Imagem101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-5897077845365939628</id><published>2010-07-09T18:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T18:26:41.172+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou a menos de 24h dos 30.... Ainda ontem queria ter 18 anos para dizer que já era maior de idade e vacinada e tirar a carta...A mulher é engraçada quando é mais nova adora que lhe dê mais idade com o tempo é o oposto. Decidi, a partir d amanha só faço anos de 5 em 5 anos,posto isto daqui a 5 anos faço 31...sim parece-me bem... Olho à minha volta e chego à conclusão que consegui manter as mesmas pessoas ao meu lado,aquelas que realmente importam... A vocês obrigado. Às minhas gajas.....nem vale a pena dizer nada só nós sabemos. E digo-vos,crescemos tanto que nem dá para quantificar o quanto... Beijo no coração..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-5897077845365939628?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5897077845365939628/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/estou-menos-de-24h-dos-30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/5897077845365939628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/5897077845365939628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/estou-menos-de-24h-dos-30.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-8064702076234647773</id><published>2010-07-06T20:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:55:59.801+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golden Filter - Hide Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/1IQnPEAWXWg/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1IQnPEAWXWg&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1IQnPEAWXWg&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-8064702076234647773?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8064702076234647773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/golden-filter-hide-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8064702076234647773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8064702076234647773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/golden-filter-hide-me.html' title='The Golden Filter - Hide Me'/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-2366809134933555060</id><published>2010-07-06T20:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:53:45.325+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Está quase a chegar o dia....O fatidico dia em que entro na casa dos 30. Esta semana,apesar de ainda estar no inicio tem me dado para pensar: o que foi a tua vida até aqui? Tive uma infância do melhor,brinquei na rua,trepava árvores,fazia casas e autênticos escritórios na cave da casa onde nasci e cresci. Já quando era miúda era muito independente e senhora das minhas ideias. Já aí queria ser autónoma e autosuficiente. Veio a adolescência e os 1ºs pontapés na via. Conheci muita gente,muitas delas ainda são minhas amigas. A faculdade......meu Deus...as primeiras experiências, o 1º emprego... É aqui que a minha personalidade se molda naquilo que sou muito hoje em dia, todas as inseguranças e certezas. Sábado faço 30 e não me sinto com 30. Muita gente da minha idade já está casado e com filhos. Eu com praticamente 30 ainda quero fazer tanta coisa por mim e não me vejo nesse quadro. Será que vivo fora da realidade???? Se vivo lamento mas também não consigo mais...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-2366809134933555060?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2366809134933555060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/esta-quase-chegar-o-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/2366809134933555060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/2366809134933555060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/esta-quase-chegar-o-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-5534084210560163422</id><published>2010-07-03T20:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T20:43:25.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uma frase dita a quente por vezes magoa mais que uma bofetada na cara.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-5534084210560163422?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5534084210560163422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/uma-frase-dita-quente-por-vezes-magoa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/5534084210560163422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/5534084210560163422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/uma-frase-dita-quente-por-vezes-magoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-2354605853914730027</id><published>2010-06-30T18:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T18:14:34.998+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prodigy - Omen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/uVefPPr69NU/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVefPPr69NU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVefPPr69NU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488615256736372434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/TCt6fv6PltI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HhncvVgGThM/s400/minnie_raiva.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Imagem retirada de clipartsegifs.com.br/.../minnie/minnie_raiva.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que eu ando intolerante à estupidez humana já sabia mas tanto não tinha noção. Ora bem, fui ao Arrábida comprar meias para a farda do trabalho (sim o sr meu gato fez questão de lhes fazer um buraco). Lá andava eu farta de procurar lugar,até que finalmente vejo um, quando lá chego qual não o meu espanto quando vejo que um(a) iluminado(a) pôs o carro no meio do espaço de 2 lugares. Bem senti algo a tomar conta de mim até que percebi que era raiva. Vou a carteira tiro um papel e caneta e colei no vidro a seguinte mensagem:" Tendo em conta que o carro não é grande suficiente para ocupar 2 lugares,chego a conclusão que grande só pode ser a sua falta de civismo e estupidez. Continuação de um bom dia." Sim fiz isto e só passado uma hora caiu-me a ideia : "minha nossa eu não posso andar em mim", mas caramba as pessoas só podem andar burras ou então eu não ando mesmo com paciência para isto. Como se não bastasse chego a casa e está um cromo que deixou o carro estacionado na entrada da garagem, foi colar a buzina até não poder mais... 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style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486808428182483122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/TCUPMfBvsLI/AAAAAAAAADs/hPq26i-U8gY/s400/tedio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Imagem retirada de oqueavidanosreserva.files.wordpress.com/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não, não é cansaço...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não, não é cansaço...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É uma quantidade de desilusão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que se me entranha na espécie de pensar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É um domingo às avessas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do sentimento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um feriado passado no abismo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não, cansaço não é...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É eu estar existindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E também o mundo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com tudo aquilo que contém,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como tudo aquilo que nele se desdobra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E afinal é a mesma coisa variada em cópias iguais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Álvaro de Campos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-5137723762119998785?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5137723762119998785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/imagem-retirada-de-oqueavidanosreserva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/5137723762119998785'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>Hope Sandoval - Butterfly Mornings</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/tfnNqQF2H9M/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tfnNqQF2H9M&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tfnNqQF2H9M&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-2153965409814145548?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-5455672923840757968</id><published>2010-06-25T17:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T17:37:28.377+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olá minha gente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 23 tivemos S.Joao. Eu pelo menos não tive. Sair do trabalho à noite,só me deu para comer as sardinhas e o caldo verde da praxe e vir para casa. Não estive para confusões e ter de levar com aquela gente toda. A velhice dá nisto. Em contrapartida ontem a tarde foi de qualidade:churrascada,minis e piscina. Parecia uma menina...foi tão bom brincar as bombas. Foi pena só Bono ter fugido. Se virem um boxer tigrado de 4 meses perdido avisem... Amanha já é dia de trabalho e pela fresquinha....Bjufas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-5455672923840757968?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5455672923840757968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/ola-minha-gente-dia-23-tivemos-s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/5455672923840757968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/5455672923840757968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/ola-minha-gente-dia-23-tivemos-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-4100451495057915023</id><published>2010-06-22T12:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T12:50:35.142+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Muppets: Bohemian Rhapsody [Original Version]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/tgbNymZ7vqY/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgbNymZ7vqY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgbNymZ7vqY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Está demais.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-4100451495057915023?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4100451495057915023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/muppets-bohemian-rhapsody-original.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/4100451495057915023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/4100451495057915023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/muppets-bohemian-rhapsody-original.html' title='The Muppets: Bohemian Rhapsody [Original Version]'/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-5351505952088320981</id><published>2010-06-21T20:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:35:48.224+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O destaque do dia de hoje: os tugas lá deram 7 aos olhos em bico... Foi uma boa maneira de amenizar a cartuchada que o Brasil nos vai dar na 6ªfeira.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estou cansada. Só de pensar que estou cansada mais cansada fico. A aviação hoje não estava para amar e como sempre sobrou para mim,mas gosto dos bichinhos com asas (não,não são os mosquitos,nem moscas,nem pássaros,nem nada dessa bicheza) que vou fazer... Hoje foi um dia banal,resta-me apenas desejar os parabéns ao Topo Gigio que hoje está mais velho,tadinho......;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-5351505952088320981?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5351505952088320981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-destaque-do-dia-de-hoje-os-tugas-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/5351505952088320981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/5351505952088320981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-destaque-do-dia-de-hoje-os-tugas-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-3627215332508216657</id><published>2010-06-20T20:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:28:07.059+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje acordei e a primeira coisa que me veio à cabeça foi......fónix 120€ de sangria...somos uma cambada de gajos cheios de sede na aviação. O mais grave é que não me fiquei pela jantarada e sangria. Lá tive de ir beber umas minis com os Nekas. Bjecas, nekas  e boa música não se pode querer melhor... Muito bom e ainda com direito a caricatura....Hoje como é obvio tive ligada às maquinas sempre a dormir, o típico domingo de tédio...Amanhã é dia de trabalho e 4a é dia de S.João e eu sem planos para ir....A ver vamos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-3627215332508216657?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3627215332508216657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/hoje-acordei-e-primeira-coisa-que-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/3627215332508216657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/3627215332508216657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/hoje-acordei-e-primeira-coisa-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-4696151179362947911</id><published>2010-06-19T20:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T20:19:39.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Gostar é provavelmente a melhor maneira de ter, ter deve ser a pior maneira de gostar." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;José Saramago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-4696151179362947911?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4696151179362947911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/gostar-e-provavelmente-melhor-maneira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/4696151179362947911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/4696151179362947911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/gostar-e-provavelmente-melhor-maneira.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-8745704597797700005</id><published>2010-06-18T23:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T23:02:05.451+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feist - Let It Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/Ob1CdTLDj10/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ob1CdTLDj10&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ob1CdTLDj10&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/2391527197352480493-8745704597797700005?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8745704597797700005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/feist-let-it-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8745704597797700005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/8745704597797700005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/feist-let-it-die.html' title='Feist - Let It Die'/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-66865321206861419</id><published>2010-06-18T22:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T22:55:34.769+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ora aqui vai o saldo da semana:produtiva. Deu para ir ao cinema duas vezes, tratar de mim e para mim o mais importante,no que toca a trabalho deu para fazer de tudo um pouco. Finalmente consegui fazer check-in...o que também deu mais uma calinada de uma passageira. Quando a questionei se ia para Beauvais,ou seja Paris, ela responde: " para devolver? Eu não tenho nada para devolver..." Ai coisa mai linda.... Hoje tou de rastos...Vou mimir....Beijos a todos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-66865321206861419?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/66865321206861419/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/ora-aqui-vai-o-saldo-da-semanaprodutiva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/66865321206861419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/66865321206861419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/ora-aqui-vai-o-saldo-da-semanaprodutiva.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-97635556785083597</id><published>2010-06-16T12:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T12:22:02.798+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Calinada do dia de um passageiro: "ó menina a Jet-Set é sempre a mesma coisa,passa a vida a atrasar.." Convém dizer-vos que o passageiro referia-se à Easyjet.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-97635556785083597?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/97635556785083597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/calinada-do-dia-de-um-passageiro-o.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/97635556785083597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/97635556785083597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/calinada-do-dia-de-um-passageiro-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-7771008779828585434</id><published>2010-06-15T12:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T12:46:52.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Questionaram-me ontem o porquê de gostar da squadra azurra. Aqui vai a resposta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482964800371806130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/TBdnb5ohz7I/AAAAAAAAADk/cHU58Iwr2-A/s400/squadra_azzurra.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Carrega Itália.....hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imagem publicada em lady-bird---uma-joaninha-maluka.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-7771008779828585434?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7771008779828585434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/questionaram-me-ontem-o-porque-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/7771008779828585434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/7771008779828585434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/questionaram-me-ontem-o-porque-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Licas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786436301218349300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/S23bO3ui__I/AAAAAAAAACM/HqH0XJtGkzg/S220/mulher%2520deitada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-9Wq4gLWfrg/TBdnb5ohz7I/AAAAAAAAADk/cHU58Iwr2-A/s72-c/squadra_azzurra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391527197352480493.post-7444252113780098399</id><published>2010-06-12T21:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T21:56:50.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coldfinger - Dragonfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/TUduND2lV7Y/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TUduND2lV7Y&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TUduND2lV7Y&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391527197352480493-7444252113780098399?l=asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7444252113780098399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/coldfinger-dragonfly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/7444252113780098399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391527197352480493/posts/default/7444252113780098399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asecretdiaryofablondegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/coldfinger-dragonfly.html' title='Coldfinger - 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Já sei que até posso ser uma pessoa interessante para se estar mas já chega, que venha um Clive Owen ou algo do género "apoderar-se" de mim antes. Ó vidinha chata e sem piada...ando a precisar de me ligar a corrente e dar-me um valente de um choque. 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