<?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-5104518190154872095</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:10:12.127+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Only love units our hearts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-6175453388116041050</id><published>2010-07-30T00:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T01:05:33.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>eu adoro inquéritos e fica aqui mais um</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Signo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Touro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Data de Nascimento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; 16 de Maio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Cor de olhos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Castanhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Altura:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; 1.76m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Comprometida ou solteira? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Comprometida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Qual é o teu nome do meio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Cunha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Se fosses arrastada para uma guerra, sobreviverias?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Morria de pânico pelo caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Qual é a cor da tua roupa interior hoje?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Vermelha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Dormes com a tv ligada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Não tenho tv no quarto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Consegues escrever rápido no computador?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; As pessoas chateiam-me a cabeça por escrever tão rápido no telemóvel e no computador, mas é mesmo assim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Quando foi a última vez que escolheste um duche em vez de um banho de imersão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Hoje à noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Com quem é que tu sabes que podes sempre contar? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;O meu namorado, melhor amigo e mais algumas pessoas que recentemente entraram na minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Estás a beber alguma coisa neste momento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Àgua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Falas enquanto dormes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Always. Felizmente, nem sempre se percebe o que digo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Qual é a foto que tens no fundo do ambiente de trabalho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Uma foto do casamento a que fui sabado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Tens o sono profundo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;De madrugada a casa pode-me cair em cima que eu não acordo, de manhã qualquer coisa me acorda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. As outras pessoas acham-te atraente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Acho que não, mas pelo menos há um que acha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Sentes saudades de alguém neste momento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Muitas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Quando foi a última vez que disseste a alguém que o amavas e realmente sentias?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Não sei..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Qual foi o último desporto que practicaste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Basket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Como te sentes hoje?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Acordei bem e fui para a praia, não foi um mau dia mas também não foi dos melhores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Quem foi a última pessoa com quem partilhaste a cama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; LOL, passando à frenteeeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Alguma vez foste mordida por alguém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; eu é que costumo morder as pessoas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Alguma vez mordeste alguém? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Lá estáááá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Qual é a pior coisa no sexo oposto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; São bons a magoar-nos, e não compreender o porquê de estarmos magoadas com maior parte dos disparates que fazem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. O que está no fundo do teu guarda-roupa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; roupa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Qual foi a última coisa que tiveste na tua boca?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; oreooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Qual é a tua filosofia de vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; 'it leaves you baby if you don't care for it.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Com o que é que estás ansiosa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Com as férias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Alguma vez trepaste para uma janela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Não e não me imagino a faze-lo xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Que três coisas te levam sempre a sítios? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Telemóvel, cartas e automovéis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Tens uma queda por alguém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Quão frequentemente falas ao telefone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Normalmente, todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. O que fazes quando ninguém está a ver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Visto-me de spiderwoman e subo as paredes xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Há algo que queiras e não possas ter? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Há, demasiadas até.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Três coisas que reparas de imediato no sexo oposto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; rabo, olhos e sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Onde está o teu telemóvel? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;aqui à minha frente..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. O que foi a última bebida alcoólica que bebeste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Caipirinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Qual foi o último filme que foste ver ao cinema?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; é que não faço a minima.. não vou ao cinema há muito tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Que música estás a ouvir? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Just Fine- Creed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Quem foi a última pessoa com quem falaste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Diana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;43&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Usas que champô?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Klorane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;44&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Mais velha, do meio, mais nova ou simplesmente uma criança?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; A mais nova cá da casa, a do meio da familia e das mais velhas no circulo de amigos. No interior sou uma criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Quem admiras? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;A minha mãe. O Postiga. O meu namorado. Pequenos heróis do dia a dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;46&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. O que te faz mais feliz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Ter mensagens ao acordar de pessoas que gosto. Momentos inesperados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;47&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. O que é que odeias?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Mentiras. Promessas feitas por pessoas que não as querem cumprir. Ervilhas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. O teu homem perfeito? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ninguém é perfeito, mas o meu é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.  Se pudesses mudar uma coisa em ti, o que mudarias?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Tirava aqui e punha ali. Crescia e deixava de acreditar em quem não merece, deixava de me iludir facilmente e aprendia a dar sempre os conselhos certos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. O melhor tipo de festa? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Não sou muito de festas... a queima é muito boa :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;51&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. O que te vês a fazer daqui a 10 anos? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;A ser uma TSA, feliz com o meu trabalho. Talvez casada, talvez a pensar em casar. Talvez com um filho. A viver numa vivenda e a manter as amizades que tenho agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;52&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Bebida alcoólica?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Vodka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;53&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Shot? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;nenhum em especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;54&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Aftershave/Perfume? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Todos da Nina Ricci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;55&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Filme?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Bright Star, Wicker Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;56&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Sítio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Praia, deserta e no inverno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;57&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Número?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; 41.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;58&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Mês?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Maio e Setembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;59&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Gelado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Macadâmias da Haggen Danz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Dia do ano? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Aniversário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;61. Flor?&lt;/b&gt; A florisa ahahaa. Girassóis :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;62&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Já alguma vez fizeste um papagaio voar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;63&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Alguma vez comeste um cachorro quente? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;64&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Alguma vez bebeste leite do pacote? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;65&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Alguma vez ganhaste um concurso de soletrar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;66&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Alguma vez tiveste na casa de banho do sexo oposto? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yuuuup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;67&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Curtiste com alguém em frente a uma multidão animada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;68&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Já alguma vez amaste alguém de verdade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Sim, muito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;69&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Alguma vez partiste um osso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Não, graça a Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Alguma vez cantaste num palco?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Sim, no infantário. Poor me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;71&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Alguma vez caíste duma cadeira? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sim, e foi hilariante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;72&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Alguma vez ficaste com a língua colada a um gelo? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;73&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Alguma vez fizeste bumgee jumping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Não mas gostava de ter coragem para conseguir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;74&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Alguma vez saltaste de uma rocha? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;75&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Alguma vez flashaste alguém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;76&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Alguma vez choraste p'ra te safares de sarilhos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;77&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Alguma vez jogaste strip poker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Não, não sei jogar poker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;78&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Beijaste alguém que não conhecias?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;79&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Estiveste perto de morrer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Vá perto não, mas estive bastaaaaaante doente em pequena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Nadaste no oceano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;81&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Alguma vez levaste pontos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Sim, no braço, na testa e nos dentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;82&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Alguma vez foste hospitalizada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;83&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Dia ou noite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Depende das circunstâncias, ambos são muito bons. Mas noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;84&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Sol ou chuva?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Sol, embora adore o som da chuva a bater na minha janela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;85&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Dormes com algum peluche? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;86&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. A tua posse que mais prezas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O meu telemóvel e o meu cerebro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;87&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Danças bem? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;88&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Já alguém, para além da tua família, te disse que te amava?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;89&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Quantos piercings tens? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nenhum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Diz o nome de 5 coisas que estejas a usar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; a cena é: tenho pijama e lingerie e um toto no cabelo. e os oculos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;91&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Alguma tatuagem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Não. Mas ando a pensar seriamente em fazer uma, mas pequenina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;92&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Que tipo de bêbeda és tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; a palhaça. totally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;93&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Gostas de ti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Às vezes. Mas também... Se eu não gostar de mim, quem gostará?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;94&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Beijos, ou abraços?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Abraços, sem dúvida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;95&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. A última pessoa que abraçaste:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; a minha irmã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;96&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. A última coisa que compraste:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; refeição no mac donald's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;97&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. A última pessoa que te mandou uma sms:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; again, a diana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;98&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. A última vez que tomaste banho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; quando voltei da praia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. És demasiado tímida p'ra convidar alguém p'ra sair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. O que estás a pensar? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;que tou a morrer de sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;101&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. A melhor maneira para que alguém saiba que gostas dela é...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; pelas atitudes que temos com elas no dia a dia, não é pelas mensagens que mandamos a dizer que gostamos (embora saiba bem..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;102&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Tu sabes que eu gosto de ti, se...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; estiveres comigo quando preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;103&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Gostas de chocolate? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ADORO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;104&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Quanto dinheiro tens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; zero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;105&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Onde te queres casar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Numa igreja. digo eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;106&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Falas alguma língua para além da materna?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Sim, inglês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;107&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. O que queres ser na vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; TSA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;108&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Preferias morrer queimada ou afogada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Nem uma nem outra.. ambas me fazem bastante aflição :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;109&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Preferes dar, ou receber uma massagem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Receber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;110&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Há algum Tiago no teu circulo de amigos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; é que tinha mesmo que se chamar Tiago? fds, com tantos nomes de rapazes!!!!! mas ok, respiro fundo, o meu namorado tem Tiago no nome :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;111&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Beijaste alguém no teu círculo de amigos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;112&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Guardas rancor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Guardo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;113&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Com quantas pessoas do teu círculo de amigos já estiveste bêbeda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; As da faculdade e algumas fora disso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Isto é um desafio que roubei algures, quem quiser que o aproveite e responda :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-6175453388116041050?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/6175453388116041050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=6175453388116041050&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/6175453388116041050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/6175453388116041050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-adoro-inqueritos-e-fica-aqui-mais-um.html' title='eu adoro inquéritos e fica aqui mais um'/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-7170662496039242559</id><published>2010-07-28T23:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T23:10:22.241+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ando ausente porque esta semana fiz um retiro espiritual aka passar os dias esticada ao sol. Neste momento assemelho-me a um chocolatito de leite, vá. O meu objectivo para o verão é ficar tipo Barack Obama e não me canso de repetir isso!!!! Estes dias tem feito muito bem ao meu pequeno cérebro que merecia muuuuuuuuuito este descanso depois das últimas semanas/meses. Entretanto também já tenho dia marcado para me pôr a andar de Portugal e mudar-me para terra de 'nuestros hermanos': 31 de Agosto. Don't worry, eu volto... vou só reclamar a taça, que pelo Tratado das Tordesilhas é nossa, não é verdade? Cyaaa :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-7170662496039242559?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/7170662496039242559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=7170662496039242559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/7170662496039242559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/7170662496039242559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2010/07/ando-ausente-porque-esta-semana-fiz-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-3329805192567054612</id><published>2010-07-23T21:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T21:37:23.628+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Que vontade de esquecer tudo, fugir daqui e começar tudo de novo num lugar bem longe.. Preciso &lt;b&gt;desesperadamente&lt;/b&gt; de sair daqui, de ter férias de todos, de familia, de mim, do meu cérebro que não para um minuto de pensar..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-3329805192567054612?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/3329805192567054612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=3329805192567054612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/3329805192567054612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/3329805192567054612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2010/07/que-vontade-de-esquecer-tudo-fugir.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-3696068660124865293</id><published>2010-07-15T13:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T13:05:38.067+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hoje temos miminho da minha querida Flor :D:&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TD74zw1nObI/AAAAAAAAARo/oRiFkyUDIVo/s320/O_CORA~1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494102163605371314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e responder à pergunta: que é que me aquece o coração? a verdade é que esta pergunta podia ser tema de uma publicação. Há tanta coisa que me aquece o coração e faz feliz.. Na verdade são as coisas mais simples que me aquecem o coração: uma mensagem não esperada, um gosto de ti no meio da tristeza, um abraço sentido quando não conto com ele, risotas de madrugada e estupidezes que me fazem chorar de rir, chocolate quente no inverno, um bolo de chocolate, a 'one' dos U2, mas principalmente.. ter amigos especiais e cuidar deles quando eles precisam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Passo o miminho à: &lt;a href="http://dormirasombradabananeira.blogspot.com/"&gt;Diana&lt;/a&gt; e retribuo à&lt;a href="http://tudounadaflor.blogspot.com/"&gt; Flor&lt;/a&gt;. era suposto serem dez, mas o meu blog é pouco famoso xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-3696068660124865293?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/3696068660124865293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=3696068660124865293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/3696068660124865293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/3696068660124865293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2010/07/hoje-temos-miminho-da-minha-querida.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TD74zw1nObI/AAAAAAAAARo/oRiFkyUDIVo/s72-c/O_CORA~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-4907735474982298485</id><published>2010-07-14T21:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:22:31.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eis que a Danone me ouvir e criou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TD4cYzRAdOI/AAAAAAAAARg/tkUDKzYTOdI/s320/dsc07860.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493859807842563298" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;onde a gelatina não fica acumulada nos cantinhos. Obrigada Danone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-4907735474982298485?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/4907735474982298485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=4907735474982298485&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/4907735474982298485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/4907735474982298485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2010/07/eis-que-danone-me-ouvir-e-criou-onde.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TD4cYzRAdOI/AAAAAAAAARg/tkUDKzYTOdI/s72-c/dsc07860.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-6915717089715665896</id><published>2010-07-10T13:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T13:37:34.214+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A janela está aberta, e hoje corre um vento. A janela está aberta e eu enchi o meu casaco com o teu perfume. Achei que assim seria mais fácil suportar a distância, achei que seria mais fácil ter-te perto quando preciso de ti ao meu lado. Achei que tudo iria ser mais fácil assim, mas pelos vistos não. O mundo lá fora continua igual, tu continuas longe e eu continuo com saudades tuas. Mas agora tenho o teu perfume comigo, tenho um bocadinho de ti aqui. E hoje também te vou ter aqui, comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Acabaram os exames e olhem. Seja o que Deus quiser, com as notas que faltam e que são as piores)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;PARABÉÉÉÉÉÉÉÉÉNS à minha &lt;a href="http://dormirasombradabananeira.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dianinha&lt;/a&gt; :'))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-6915717089715665896?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/6915717089715665896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=6915717089715665896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/6915717089715665896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/6915717089715665896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2010/07/janela-esta-aberta-e-hoje-corre-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-7384618013791078237</id><published>2010-07-07T20:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T20:20:49.561+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Vou-vos explicar. Estou viciada no FrontierVille. O facebook é um monstrinho que entra na cabeça das pessoas e as faz ficar viciadas e passar o dia a pensar (vá, estou a exagerar) mas quem é que terá publicado no mural?, será que me responderam ao comentário?, será que os meus pratos no café estão prontos?, entre outros. E portanto, as férias avizinham-se entre: praia, praia, mil xs praia, shopping, 500 xs shopping, piscina, 750xs piscina (eu prefiro piscina a praia, mas a piscina paga-se, a praia nao. fazer o que?), facebook e SIMS! mas que saudades de jogar siiiiiiiiiims *_* entretanto vou deixar de sonhar e voltar à microbiologia, porque ainda há um exame para fazer. e depois do que fiz hoje, cheira-me que também vai haver recurso :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-7384618013791078237?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/7384618013791078237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=7384618013791078237&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/7384618013791078237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/7384618013791078237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2010/07/vou-vos-explicar.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-2879988729035037850</id><published>2010-07-06T13:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T13:28:07.818+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FdD6RMICpfg&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&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/FdD6RMICpfg&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Pela segunda vez na minha vida esta música assusta-me. e assusta-me porque faz sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-2879988729035037850?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/2879988729035037850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=2879988729035037850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/2879988729035037850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/2879988729035037850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2010/07/pela-segunda-vez-na-minha-vida-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-6195593820288629382</id><published>2010-07-06T00:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T00:43:48.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NÃO ME APETECE ESTUDAR, SOOOOOOO..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(1, 31, 40); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Nom?&lt;/span&gt; Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Porque lhe deram esse nome?&lt;/span&gt; Apeteceu à minha mãe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Idade?&lt;/span&gt; 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Local de Nascimento?&lt;/span&gt; Ordem do Carmoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Furos nas orelhas?1 em cada uma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Piercings?&lt;/span&gt; nop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Tatuagens?há-de haver, um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Cor do cabelo?&lt;/span&gt; Castanho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Cor dos olhos?&lt;/span&gt; Castanhos, infelizmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Altura?&lt;/span&gt; 1,78m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Peso?&lt;/span&gt; NAO DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Nacionalidade?&lt;/span&gt; Portuguesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Alcunhas?&lt;/span&gt; Kika, surukuku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Irmãos?&lt;/span&gt; Uma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Signo?&lt;/span&gt; Touro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Filhos?&lt;/span&gt; Um dia, três.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Peixe ou Carne?&lt;/span&gt; carne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Comida favorita? tudo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Sobremesa favorita?&lt;/span&gt; bolo de bolacha e tarte brigadeiro *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Gelado favorito?&lt;/span&gt; macadamias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Bebida Alcoólica Favorita?&lt;/span&gt; vodka preta, bailleys e vinho do porto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Bebida não alcoólica Favorita?&lt;/span&gt; água&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Dia favorito do ano?&lt;/span&gt; 16 de Maio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Feriado favorito?&lt;/span&gt; 1 de Novembro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Dia favorito da semana?&lt;/span&gt; Sábado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Inverno ou Verão?&lt;/span&gt; VERANOOO ! e também inverno, gosto de extremos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Beijo ou Abraço?&lt;/span&gt; abraços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Pepsi ou Coca-Cola?&lt;/span&gt; whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Mc Donald's ou Pizza Hut?&lt;/span&gt; OS DOIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Café ou Capuccino?&lt;/span&gt; Café &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Manhãs ou Noites?&lt;/span&gt; Noites, obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Fuma?&lt;/span&gt; não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Palavrões? muitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Perfume?&lt;/span&gt; nina ricci &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Lado da Cama?&lt;/span&gt; é de solteiro, so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Canta?&lt;/span&gt; mal, mas ao menos sei as letras das músicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Cor favorita?&lt;/span&gt; ou é preto ou é colorido, again: sou de extremos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Filme Favorito?&lt;/span&gt; são muitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Praia ou Montanha?&lt;/span&gt; PRAIA PRAIA PRAIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Livro Favorito?&lt;/span&gt; são muitos, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Que livro está a ler?&lt;/span&gt; Microbiologia volume II, true story. tempos livres- michael palmer, a irmandade das enfermeiras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Um lugar?&lt;/span&gt; na ponte d.Luis, ou no cais de gaia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Uma música?&lt;/span&gt; James Morrison – Pieces don't fill anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Uma frase?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: x-small;"&gt; Não consigo ser má, pelo menos de forma fria, calculista. As pessoas pensam que é qualidade, não percebem que é uma fraqueza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Tema de conversa que detesta?&lt;/span&gt; o problema é quando não há conversa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Restaurante de fast-food favorito?&lt;/span&gt; McDonald’s, claramente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Uma viagem?&lt;/span&gt; Londres, Nova Iorque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Lugar mais longe onde esteve?&lt;/span&gt; Palma de Maiorca é capaz de ser mais longe que Tenerife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;É uma pessoa quente ou fria?&lt;/span&gt; quente, quem me dera ser fria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Ser feliz é?&lt;/span&gt; o meu sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Medo?&lt;/span&gt; Perder as pessoas mais importantes da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Toma banho todos os dias?&lt;/span&gt; digo eu que é óbvio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;O que menos gostas em ti? a fraqueza de não conseguir ser forte/indiferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;O que mais gostas em ti?&lt;/span&gt; ser uma lutadora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Dás-te bem com os teus pais?&lt;/span&gt; tem dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Gosta de tempestades?&lt;/span&gt; ficar na janela a ver a trovoada &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Desporto?&lt;/span&gt; dormir e comer xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Hobbies?&lt;/span&gt; origami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Fobias?&lt;/span&gt; alturas e espaços fechados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Disciplina Favorita na Escola?&lt;/span&gt; era biologia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;No último mês bebeu álcool?&lt;/span&gt; não, infelizmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;No ultimo mês fumou?&lt;/span&gt;  não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;No último mês usou drogas?&lt;/span&gt; népia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;No último mês fez compras?&lt;/span&gt; siim, a semana passada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;No último mês comeu um pacote de bolachas? só um?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;No último mês comeu sushi?&lt;/span&gt; não :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;No último fez biscoitos ou bolos?&lt;/span&gt; só os comi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;No último mês pintou ou cortou o cabelo?&lt;/span&gt; no mês passado cortei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;No último mês roubou?&lt;/span&gt; naa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Saltava de bungee- jump?eu gostava, mas e coragem? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Melhor sentimento do mundo?&lt;/span&gt; dois, amor e amizade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Um lugar onde nunca esteve e gostava ir?&lt;/span&gt; Praia da Rocha, fds que saudades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Quando foi a última vez que chorou?&lt;/span&gt; hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;O que tem nos bolsos?&lt;/span&gt; o pijama das vacas não tem bolso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Gosta da sua letra?&lt;/span&gt; às vezes só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Se fosse outra pessoa, seria seu amigo (a)?&lt;/span&gt; quase de certeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Desamarra os sapatos antes de tirá-los?&lt;/span&gt; nunca xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Acredita que é uma pessoa forte?&lt;/span&gt; não, e aí é que está o meu problema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Objectivo de vida?&lt;/span&gt; Ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;De quem sente saudades? isso agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Há alguma coisa que se arrependa de ter feito?&lt;/span&gt; nos ultimos dias tem sido uma alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Gosta de pão com quê?&lt;/span&gt; queijooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Que roupa está a usar?&lt;/span&gt; pijama das vacas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;O que tem calçado?&lt;/span&gt; nada, ta um calor do crlh shsdcjcn vjkbfhjkhurfhuf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;O que é que está a ouvir?&lt;/span&gt; Placebo- Special Needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Quem foi a última pessoa com quem falou ao telefone?&lt;/span&gt; André&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Qual é a frase/expressão que usa mais no msn?&lt;/span&gt; “AHAHAH“ e "xD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Já ficou bêbada?&lt;/span&gt; já, já. bons tempos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Dia perfeito?&lt;/span&gt; vai ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Tem alguma coisa na parede do seu quarto?&lt;/span&gt; muitas fotos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Já teve algum acidente?&lt;/span&gt; Sim, de carro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Quando tempo deixa tocar o telefone antes de atender?&lt;/span&gt; depende de quem estiver a ligar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Qual é o primeiro pensamento que tem quando acorda?&lt;/span&gt; dass! já?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Como quer morrer?&lt;/span&gt; a dormir, sem dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Há alguém que não te suporte?&lt;/span&gt; haver há, mas como é mutuo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;O que costuma fazer quando está aborrecida?&lt;/span&gt; nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Em dez anos imagina-se...&lt;/span&gt; a trabalhar, casar e ter criancinhas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-6195593820288629382?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/6195593820288629382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=6195593820288629382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/6195593820288629382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/6195593820288629382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2010/07/nao-me-apetece-estudar-sooooooo.html' title='NÃO ME APETECE ESTUDAR, SOOOOOOO..'/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-3853955518400212543</id><published>2010-07-06T00:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T00:25:54.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e olhem dois exames estão feitos *_* venham as notas dos outros dois e os outros dois que ainda tenho que fazer ( e que vou reprovar AHAHAHAHAH )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-3853955518400212543?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/3853955518400212543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=3853955518400212543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/3853955518400212543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/3853955518400212543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-olhem-dois-exames-estao-feitos-venham.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-6425829150394123127</id><published>2010-07-06T00:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T00:21:06.469+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;Não sei como é possivel mudar de opinião de um dia para o outro (literalmente) em relação a uma pessoa, mas aparentemente foi isso que aconteceu em relação a mim. Damn it, volta, tenho saudades.&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/5104518190154872095-6425829150394123127?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/6425829150394123127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=6425829150394123127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/6425829150394123127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/6425829150394123127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2010/07/nao-sei-como-e-possivel-mudar-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-2148445218294773489</id><published>2010-07-04T22:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T22:25:07.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDD8BWa_CKI/AAAAAAAAARY/G5v5qzuXHP0/s1600/She%2B%2BHim%2Bblack%2Band%2Bwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDD8BWa_CKI/AAAAAAAAARY/G5v5qzuXHP0/s320/She%2B%2BHim%2Bblack%2Band%2Bwhite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490165045893466274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Não consigo ser má. Pelo menos de uma forma planeada, fria, calculada. As pessoas pensam que é uma qualidade, não percebem que é uma fraqueza."&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Margarida Rebelo Pinto, "Pessoas como nós"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/500/5205060/She++Him+black+and+white.jpg"&gt;Foto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-2148445218294773489?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/2148445218294773489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=2148445218294773489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/2148445218294773489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/2148445218294773489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2010/07/nao-consigo-ser-ma.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDD8BWa_CKI/AAAAAAAAARY/G5v5qzuXHP0/s72-c/She%2B%2BHim%2Bblack%2Band%2Bwhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-7578741400992005347</id><published>2010-07-04T21:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T21:26:59.452+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;vou-vos contar o meu fim de semana: estudar, estudar, estudar, estudar, estudar, estudar, pegar no telemovel, estudar, estudar, estudar, estudar, estudar,estudar, ver o que se passa no facebook, estudar, estudar,estudar,estudar,estudar,estudar. A minha irmã farta de me ver com a cabeça enfiada no meio de fotocópias e depois de elas esvoaçarem para o chão quando eu me passei da cabeça levou-me a jantar ao Presto Pizza ali de Matosinhos que é, vá, uma das 8ªs maravilhas das pizzas. Gostei, gostei, gostei e gostei muito da tarte brigadeiro deles *_*. Anyway,o motivo pelo qual me passei da cabeça foi o seguinte: o professor de águas (vá-se lá saber porque carga de água) mandou as notas para a espécie de coordenadora que temos. Ora, se ele lhe mandou as notas ao domingo, DIGO EU, que foi por email enquanto comia caracois e bebia finos numa qualquer esplanada desta cidade. Diz ela, que não nos pode mandar as notas por email e que as afixa amanhã no gabinete. eu estou para ver se amanhã quando for fazer exame as notas lá estão. Por falar em exame, passei o fim de semana a estudar e acho que a coisa não vai correr nada bem, não consegui decorar nada dos planos de gestão de resíduos deste país!! e se há legislação para isto que pode ser facilmente encontrada porque raios eu a tenho de saber de cor? Mas enfim. Vou-me deitar ali no chão, ler isto mais uma vez a ver se algo começa a fazer sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Entretanto se alguém descobrir como tirar férias da própria cabeça/pensamentos que me avise, por favor. Precisava MUITO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-7578741400992005347?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/7578741400992005347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=7578741400992005347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/7578741400992005347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/7578741400992005347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2010/07/vou-vos-contar-o-meu-fim-de-semana.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-5472489699995636665</id><published>2010-07-02T21:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T21:28:51.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se tu soubesses a falta que me tens feito. Tem sido f*dido. Mas eu vou esperar, que simplesmente tudo volte ao normal.&lt;div&gt;Anyway, metade dos exames estão feitos, o de hoje podia ter corrido melhor. Vêm aí os três piores e eu tenho muito medinho. A modos que o que me tem dado força tem sido saber que daqui a duas semanas vou ouvir isto: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bPE2zKbORF0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bPE2zKbORF0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou não, mas eu vou continuar a acreditar que eles vão cantar isto :') amo, amo, amo aquele francês do Brian Molko, eu um dia aprendo a falar assim como ele x,D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) vou continuar a estudar, para esquecer, e para lutar por aquilo que mais quero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5104518190154872095-5472489699995636665?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/5472489699995636665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=5472489699995636665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/5472489699995636665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/5472489699995636665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2010/07/se-tu-soubesses-falta-que-me-tens-feito.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-1748356668075390599</id><published>2010-07-01T11:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T11:58:04.545+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje fazia anos o meu avô. O meu avô que me deixou quando eu tinha aí uns 6 anos, sem aviso prévio. O meu avô do qual eu não tenho muitas recordações mas sei que foi o único que tratou bem a minha mãe quando ela casou com o meu pai. O meu avô que fazia tudo pelos filhos e que tinha muito orgulho nos netos. Eu não me lembro dele, nem uma única recordação para amostra e é horrivel isto. Se houvesse alguma coisa que eu pudesse fazer para te ter cá, eu fazia. Gostava mesmo de ter algumas recordações, de te ter tido presente na minha vida. Mas isso nunca vai acontecer, eu sei. Fica o carinho e a lembrança da pessoa que todos dizem que foste.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Continuo doente, as pessoas continuam a desiludir-me e eu continuo a ter montes de coisas para estudar. Cya)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-1748356668075390599?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/1748356668075390599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=1748356668075390599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/1748356668075390599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/1748356668075390599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2010/07/hoje-fazia-anos-o-meu-avo.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-4889318311945680264</id><published>2010-06-30T20:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:11:32.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu realmente não consigo perceber... Quando faço tudo pelas pessoas e elas mais me desiludem. Depois queixam-se que de um momento pro outro me tornei fria e calculista. Secalhar foi a única forma que consegui de me proteger um bocado disto tudo. Mas a m*rda é que me apego facilmente às pessoas, e faço dos problemas delas os meus problemas. Eu não devia ser assim, porquê é que é assim? No meio disto tudo, dou graças aos exames que me ajudam a manter a cabeça ocupada e a não pensar nisto.. Dois já estão feitos, e acho que arrumados. Venham mais 4 :)&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto quero agradecer à &lt;a href="http://tudounadaflor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Flor&lt;/a&gt; pelo mimo:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TCuV1daNwjI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Fe266WKie-M/s1600/NOVEM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 101px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TCuV1daNwjI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Fe266WKie-M/s320/NOVEM.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488645316541268530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e responder ao desafio dela: 5 Virtudes: amiga do meu amigo- secalhar às vezes é um defeito mas eu gosto de pensar como uma qualidade. Generosa- não consigo ver alguém mal sem dar tudo o que tenho para dar. Carinhosa-com quem quero e merece. Engraçada- consigo SEMPRE fazer os outros rir, mesmo que esteja a meio de um ataque de choro ou desfeita por dentro. Lutadora- por aquilo que quero, de forma geral consigo sempre aquilo que quero..&lt;br /&gt;5 defeitos: teimosa- como uma mula. Impulsiva- talvez o pior defeito, mas tinha um amigo que dizia que quem é impulsivo é mais verdadeiro, so..Orgulhosa- tento ser, dá jeito às vezes, mas acabo sempre por dar o braço a torcer, embora ultimamente tenha aprendido a não o fazer.Apegada de mais às pessoas- virtude.. por vezes um defeito. Muito, mas mesmo MUITO preguiçosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-vos por hoje,e  vou voltar à minha nutrição que o exame é já sexta e eu tenho que me ocupar :)&lt;br /&gt;AH esqueci-me de partilhar que estou doente, e isto em época de exame não dá o minimo jeito :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-4889318311945680264?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/4889318311945680264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=4889318311945680264&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/4889318311945680264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/4889318311945680264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-realmente-nao-consigo-perceber.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TCuV1daNwjI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Fe266WKie-M/s72-c/NOVEM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-840174828314729560</id><published>2010-06-25T21:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:15:59.247+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu realmente tenho que estudar e que passar aos exames todos na primeira fase. mas a vontade é zero, nula e o tempo está mesmo agradavel para ir para a praia. Entretanto só faltam 3 semanas para aquilo que eu aguardei anos e anos e anos aka: Placebo. Aguardo ansiosamente que esse dia chegue :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-840174828314729560?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/840174828314729560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=840174828314729560&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/840174828314729560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/840174828314729560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-realmente-tenho-que-estudar-e-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-5274022747116820727</id><published>2010-06-23T23:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:44:59.689+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You may not be her first or her last. She loved before and she may  love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She isn't  perfect - you aren't either, and the two of you may not be perfect  together, but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and  admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the  most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the  day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break -  her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyse and don't  expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her  know when she makes you mad and miss her when she isn't there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ainda há quem escreva coisas perfeitas.. qualquer dia volto a por para aqui as tretas que escrevo, assim na loucura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-5274022747116820727?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/5274022747116820727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=5274022747116820727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/5274022747116820727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/5274022747116820727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-may-not-be-her-first-or-her-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-4092230743950573071</id><published>2010-04-17T20:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T21:01:38.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;De hoje a duas semanas, estarei a jantar com os meus queridos colegas de curso, pela primeira vez trajados. De hoje a duas semanas, irei viver aquilo porque todos ansiamos desde Setembro: a primeira vez que vestimos o traje e que o/a respectivo/a padrinho/madrinha nos traça a capa e nos tornamos, oficialmente, pastranos!. É, no fim acho que vou ter saudades dos dias de lenço amarelo na cabeça e respectiva t-shirt. Mas agora estou muito ansiosa por vestir aquela coisinha preta que está ali pendurada e para que olho todos os dias de manhã. No fim de contas, isto é muito importante para mim, acho que só quem passa por lá é que sabe como é.. anyway, nesse mesmo dia começa a Queima. A primeira Queima como estudante do ensino superior. Não, nem quero ver. Não. Ai, passou muito depressa este primeiro ano. Mais lentidão nos próximos, por favor.&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/5104518190154872095-4092230743950573071?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/4092230743950573071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=4092230743950573071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/4092230743950573071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/4092230743950573071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2010/04/de-hoje-duas-semanas-estarei-jantar-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-8203220723483372908</id><published>2010-04-13T21:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:21:53.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tinha razão quando disse 'alguma coisa vai acontecer para me estragar a felicidade' é que foi só voltar a pôr os pés na faculdade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-8203220723483372908?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/8203220723483372908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=8203220723483372908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/8203220723483372908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/8203220723483372908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2010/04/tinha-razao-quando-disse-alguma-coisa.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-2318779328374493906</id><published>2010-04-10T22:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T22:55:03.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;é que para além de ninguém merecer estar doente com este tempo, com toda a gente a dizer: ah e tal, que calorão. e eu aqui a tremer de frio,cheia de roupa em cima. Além disso, ninguém merece ter aulas na segunda feira (pronto, eu sei, lá tem que ser) mas é que estava-se tão bem em casa, sem fazer nenhum, com as cadeiras todas feitas.. e agora ter que voltar, e saber que as próximas três semanas vão ser um grandeeeeeeeeeeee sacrificio.. e que daqui a uma semana estou a 'chorar' baba e ranho por ter de acordar às 6h e sair da faculdade às 20h todo o santo dia.. mas é por uma boa causa, é, é. e pronto, anima-me MUITO saber que só faltam 3 semanas para a queima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(isso e os Placebo virem ao Marés Vivas. e eu ir ver, of course, que não perco o Brian Molko por nada deste mundinho, muito menos a uns km's de casa (: )&lt;/span&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/5104518190154872095-2318779328374493906?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/2318779328374493906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=2318779328374493906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/2318779328374493906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/2318779328374493906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-que-para-alem-de-ninguem-merecer.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-4606907259779546458</id><published>2010-04-08T22:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:21:10.649+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Isto só me acontece a mim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Odeio lembrar-me dela. Odeio sonhar com ela. Odiei ainda mais o sonho que tive hoje. Odeio não perceber porque é que me deixou para trás. Odeio o cinismo do hi5 e do facebook. Odeio a falta de palavras. Pqp que odeio isto tudo. Um dia ainda vou perceber que mal é que eu fiz para isto ser assim. Uma das pessoas que mais fez por mim, que mais me ajudou e que mais teve do meu lado, simplesmente me deixa, se uma única palavra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-4606907259779546458?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/4606907259779546458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=4606907259779546458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/4606907259779546458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/4606907259779546458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2010/04/isto-so-me-acontece-mim.html' title='Isto só me acontece a mim.'/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-7757414960173565385</id><published>2010-04-07T22:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T22:22:53.802+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Irrevesível. Porque o tempo destrói tudo. Porque certos actos são  irreparáveis. Porque o homem é um animal. Porque o desejo de vingança é  uma pulsão natural. Porque a maior parte dos crimes ficam impunes.  Porque a perda do ser amado destrói como um golpe. Porque o amor é uma  forma de vida. Porque num mundo bem feito o túnel vermelho não  existiria. Porque as premonições não mudam o curso das coisas. Porque o  tempo revela tudo. O pior e o melhor'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;este filme promete.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-7757414960173565385?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/7757414960173565385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=7757414960173565385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/7757414960173565385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/7757414960173565385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2010/04/irrevesivel.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-658566602919031149</id><published>2010-04-06T19:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T19:41:16.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;a coisa mais leinda da Páscoa não é receber um envelopezinho dos meus padrinhos. é receber um envelopezinho da madrinha da minha irmã pq ah e tal qd eu era pequena, a menina ficava triste e pq agora ah e tal se antigamente se dava agora não se vai deixar de dar. Isso e os ovos kinder. que este ano não recebi nenhum!&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/5104518190154872095-658566602919031149?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/658566602919031149/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=658566602919031149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/658566602919031149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/658566602919031149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2010/04/coisa-mais-leinda-da-pascoa-nao-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-2618265670470074261</id><published>2010-04-03T14:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T14:16:56.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sabem aquela sensação quando as coisas estão a correr muuuito bem, e estamos sempre à espera que algo corra mal pra estragar tudo? Ultimamente ando-me a sentir muito assim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-2618265670470074261?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/2618265670470074261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=2618265670470074261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/2618265670470074261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/2618265670470074261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2010/04/sabem-aquela-sensacao-quando-as-coisas.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-5680671709636599170</id><published>2010-03-31T10:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T10:31:19.759+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelo menos 5 coisas dessas você já fez:</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; 1. Ficar rabiscando alguma coisa enquanto fala no telefone;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Pausar a música por 1 minuto e 1 hora depois perceber que ela ainda  tá pausada;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  3. Todo fim de ano, dizer que o ano passou rápido;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;4. Receber a prova, dar uma lida rápida por cima de todas as  questões e pensar: FODEU!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Responder: “Não” quando alguém te  pergunta “Tudo Bem? só pra ter assunto pra conversa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Sempre  quando está jogando vídeo game em uma parte muito importante sentir  coçar o braço/nariz;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;7. Falar para a mãe do meu amigo, que  estava sem fome, mas estava com muita fome;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;8. Ficar  empolgado na hora de comprar o material pra começar o ano, e na primeira  semana não aguentar mais aula;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Ficar até o final do filme  no cinema para ver se tem cena extra;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 10. Ter sempre a última  folha do caderno rabiscada;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 11. Fazer um barulho com o  pé/cadeira, parecer que foi um peido e continuar fazendo pra perceberem  que não é o que estavam pensando;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Tentar abrir a porta do  carro no exato momento que ela está sendo destravada, não consegue tenta  de novo e acontece a mesma coisa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Estar no meio de um sonho e  saber que aquilo não é real , que é só um sonho;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;14. Fazer  moicano, no banho, com o cabelo cheio de espuma;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Lamber os  dedos sujos de Doritos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;16. Abaixar o som do PC achando que  alguém estava te chamando, e não era ninguém;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;17. Entrar na  farmácia só pra me pesar;&lt;br /&gt; 18. Chamar o Faustão de gordo-chato,  quando ele interrompe alguém;&lt;br /&gt; 19. Clicar com o botão direito no  emoticon do MSN só pra ver o significado que a outra pessoa colocou;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Ficar irritado quando a banda que você gosta vira modinha;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;21. Acordar 10 minutos antes do horário marcado no despertador e dormir  de novo até ele tocar;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Ficar comendo milho que sobra da  pipoca;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Colocar de volta a pontinha do lápis quando ele quebra e  não tem apontador por perto;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 24. Trocar o toque do celular e ligar  pra ele do fixo pra ver como ficou;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 25. Procurar alguma coisa  loucamente e só achar depois que já desistiu de procurar;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 26.  Salvar arquivos com o nome asdasfasfdasd por preguiça;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;  27.  Não olhar diretamente pra professora quando ela está perguntando algo  pra turma ou chamando na frente, com medo de escolher você;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 28.  Sair do banho, notar que esqueceu a toalha e ficar gritando:  ‘mããããe..!’;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 29. Falar pro professor: “Tá, já entendi” mesmo que  não tenha entendido. Só pra ele parar insistir em tentar te explicar;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt; 30. Apagar tudo que estava escrevendo, quando vê que a outra pessoa  está digitando alguma coisa no MSN;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;31. Ficar  desconfortável quando está assistindo TV ou um filme com os pais e  começa uma cena de sexo;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 32. Assistir a ‘Polishop TV’ quando  não tem nada passando de mais interessante;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 33. Fechar a porta  da geladeira devagar e ficar olhando para ver quando a luz apaga;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. Entrar no banheiro com a luz apagada, e quando sair, acender;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  35. Enviar o Relatório de Erros do Windows na primeira vez que viu  isso, depois se dar conta que não adianta nada;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;36. Dar uma de  DJ aumentando e diminuindo o volume do rádio;&lt;br /&gt; 37. Fazer um  email tosco quando era mais novo e ter vergonha quando te pedem pra  passá-lo hoje em dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(as negrito sao as minhas :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-5680671709636599170?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/5680671709636599170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=5680671709636599170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/5680671709636599170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/5680671709636599170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2010/03/pelo-menos-5-coisas-dessas-voce-ja-fez.html' title='Pelo menos 5 coisas dessas você já fez:'/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-8658535204493661298</id><published>2010-03-24T10:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:50:53.518Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alguém me explica o fascinio pelo avatar pq eu quase que adormeci?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-8658535204493661298?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/8658535204493661298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=8658535204493661298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/8658535204493661298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/8658535204493661298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2010/03/alguem-me-explica-o-fascinio-pelo.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-6985404746063136534</id><published>2010-03-21T16:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-21T16:19:39.431Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Vejo que estás mais crescida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Já dobras a frustração&lt;br /&gt; Bates com a porta ao mundo&lt;br /&gt; Quando ele te diz não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Envolves o teu espaço&lt;br /&gt; Na tua membrana ausente&lt;br /&gt; Recuas atrás um passo&lt;br /&gt; Para depois dar dois em frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amuar faz bem&lt;br /&gt; Amuar faz bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ficas descalça em casa&lt;br /&gt; A fazer a tua cura&lt;br /&gt; Salva por um bom amuo&lt;br /&gt; De fazer má figura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amanhã o mundo inteiro&lt;br /&gt; Vai perguntar onde foste&lt;br /&gt; E tu dizes apenas&lt;br /&gt; Que saíeste, viajaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amuar faz bem&lt;br /&gt; Amuar faz bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nada como um bom amuo&lt;br /&gt; Apenas um recuo quando nada sai bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E depois voltar&lt;br /&gt; Como se nada fosse&lt;br /&gt; E reencontrar o lugar&lt;br /&gt; Guardado por um bom amuo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clã- Amuo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;é pouco perfeita para mim,é. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5104518190154872095-6985404746063136534?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/6985404746063136534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=6985404746063136534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/6985404746063136534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/6985404746063136534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2010/03/vejo-que-estas-mais-crescida-ja-dobras.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-1999280097199090470</id><published>2009-11-19T23:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:42:20.557Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;'Não quero alguém que morra de amor por mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Só preciso de alguém que viva por mim, que queira estar junto de mim, me abraçando. Não exijo que esse alguém me ame como eu o amo, quero apenas que me ame não me importando com que intensidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Não tenho a pretensão de que todas as pessoas que gosto, gostem de mim. Nem que eu faça a falta que elas me fazem. O importante pra mim é saber que eu, em algum momento, fui insubstituível. E que esse momento será inesquecível. Só quero que meu sentimento seja valorizado. Quero sempre poder ter um sorriso estampado no meu rosto, mesmo quando a situação não for muito alegre. E que esse sorriso consiga transmitir paz para os que estiverem ao meu redor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Quero poder fechar meus olhos e imaginar alguém... E poder ter a absoluta certeza de que esse alguém também pensa em mim quando fecha os olhos, que eu faço falta quando não estou por perto. Queria ter a certeza de que apesar de minhas renúncias e loucuras, alguém  me valoriza pelo que eu sou, não pelo que tenho.Que me veja como um ser humano completo, que abusa demais dos bons sentimentos que a vida lhe proporciona, que de valor ao que realmente importa, que é meu sentimento...e que não brinque com ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;E que esse alguém me peça para que eu nunca mude, para que eu nunca cresça, para que eu seja sempre eu mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Não quero brigar com o mundo, mas se um dia isso acontecer, quero ter forças suficiente para mostrar a ele que o amor existe. Que ele é superior ao ódio e ao rancor, e que não existe vitória sem humildade e paz. Quero poder acreditar que mesmo se hoje eu fracassar, amanhã será outro dia, e se eu não desistir dos meus sonhos e propósitos, talvez obtenha êxito e serei plenamente feliz. Que eu nunca deixe minhas esperanças serem abalada por palavras pessimistas. Que a esperança nunca me pareça um não que a gente teima em maquiá-lo de verde e entendê-lo como sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Quero poder ter a liberdade de poder dizer o que sinto a uma pessoa, de poder dizer a alguém o quanto ele é especial e importante para mim, sem ter de me preocupar com terceiros. Sem correr o risco de ferir uma ou mais pessoas com esse sentimento. Quero, um dia, poder dizer às pessoas que nada foi em vão. Que o amor existe que vale a pena se doar as amizades e as pessoas, que a vida é bela sim, e que eu sempre dei o melhor de mim...&lt;br /&gt;E que valeu a pena...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-1999280097199090470?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/1999280097199090470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=1999280097199090470&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/1999280097199090470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/1999280097199090470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/11/nao-quero-alguem-que-morra-de-amor-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-1818030488509539952</id><published>2009-10-30T00:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:45:07.177Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deixe-me gostar de você feito criança porque descobri que é o único jeito que consigo gostar de verdade, sem confusão, sem hipocrisia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deixe-me gostar de você da forma mais simples, sem porquês, sem perguntas, sem articulações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se eu ou você pensarmos muito e nos colocarmos sob o crivo da razão, teremos que ver entre as nossas qualidades também os nossos defeitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Teremos que ver a treva que coabita com a nossa luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Então deixe-me gostar de você como criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Criança gosta sem pensar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deixe-me gostar de você sem cobranças, sem compromissos que não sejam aqueles que nós dois estabelecemos para nós mesmos e não aqueles que os homens inventam que devemos seguir à risca, toda vez que resolvemos gostar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deixe-me gostar de você da forma mais inocente que eu puder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Neste gostar permita-me descartar toda a cultura, filosofia, modismos, conceitos ou preconceitos, dogmas, todo e qualquer mandamento ou imposição que venham de fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quero apenas ouvir meu coração, assim como quero que você ouça o seu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se eu ficar com você um minuto, uma semana, um mês ou um ano,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que seja pelo real prazer de ficar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pois aprendi que não é a duração,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mas a qualidade que transforma um único minuto numa experiência com gosto de eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deixe-me gostar de você sem expectativa, sem planos para o futuro, sem gaiolas que limitem o meu querer porque o futuro é tão incerto e nunca é do jeito que pensamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se nos gostarmos de verdade, é possível que haja muitas ações no presente, e é só isto o que verdadeiramente importa. &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/5104518190154872095-1818030488509539952?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/1818030488509539952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=1818030488509539952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/1818030488509539952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/1818030488509539952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/10/deixe-me-gostar-de-voce-feito-crianca.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-649321978917802116</id><published>2009-10-28T21:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:04:21.442Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Já não vinha aqui à muito tempo, hoje resolvi escrever.&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo hoje, porque passei um dia bom... porque percebi que é preciso maus momentos na nossa vida para viver os bons.. Para encontrarmos pessoas que merecem a nossa atenção e a nossa amizade. Porque tenho saudades de escrever coisas como antigamente, de conseguir desabafar para o papel, quando tudo o que faço agora é guardar os sentimentos todos dentro de mim..&lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa mudou no último mês. A praxe, o curso, os amigos. O curso, não sei se gosto. Não sei se quero fazer aquilo na minha vida. Acho que sim, tenho um ano para decidir. Para já, as disciplinas são muito gerais para poder tomar algum tipo de decisão..&lt;br /&gt;A praxe, é a melhor coisa naquela faculdade &lt;&lt;3. Porque conheci pessoas de outros cursos, porque se cria companheirismo e união. Porque aprendemos que quando um faz merda, toda a gente leva com as culpas e sofre. Porque me fizeram rir quando eu queria chorar. Porque conheci pessoas espectaculares e que nunca vou esquecer.. Pelo passeio de barco, pelas tardes no cais de Gaia, pelas tardes a encher, pelas canções de orgulho na ESTSP. Pela minha irmã de praxe e pelo padrinho, pelo baptismo, pelas lágrimas que já foram por causa da praxe. Por querer mandar tudo pro tecto e no dia a seguir estar lá: com o lenço na cabeça a fazer o que me mandam. Por sermos nós, por sermos a ESTSP que em um mês passei a amar.&lt;br /&gt;Pelos amigos novos, porque em tão poucas semanas já somos unidos, já sabemos que podemos confiar, só nos temos a nós dentro daquela faculdade e eu já gosto tanto de vocês.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por me darem tanto em tão pouco tempo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(amanhã é quinta-feira, não quero acordar as 6h30 pra ter praxe às 8h e ter aulas até às 20h. Mas sei que amanhã vou lá estar e que vou saber que ali é o meu lugar. que é ali que quero estar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(e a mim não me interessa que ninguém leia isto... a mim só me interessa que aqui esteja escrito, pra mim.. que tenha desabafado com alguém que não comigo mesma.)&lt;br /&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/5104518190154872095-649321978917802116?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/649321978917802116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=649321978917802116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/649321978917802116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/649321978917802116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/10/ja-nao-vinha-aqui-muito-tempo-hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-6232249263988816436</id><published>2009-09-12T19:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T19:41:14.342+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Saúde Ambiental - Escola Superior de Tecnologias de Saúde do Porto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Mundo, afaste-se e deixem passar a caloira :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(btw, voltei hoje de tenerife e aquele aeroporto é o fim do Mundo).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-6232249263988816436?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/6232249263988816436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=6232249263988816436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/6232249263988816436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/6232249263988816436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/09/saude-ambiental-escola-superior-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-7677784650794195838</id><published>2009-07-24T22:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:58:42.098+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;'Os grandes amores são assim mesmo, eles dão-nos o caminho da emoção, mas os sentimentos de verdade são apenas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;nossos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ninguém copia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ninguém leva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ninguém divide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-7677784650794195838?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/7677784650794195838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=7677784650794195838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/7677784650794195838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/7677784650794195838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/07/os-grandes-amores-sao-assim-mesmo-eles.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-3557682235783797925</id><published>2009-07-24T11:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:54:23.459+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu tentei. Juro q sim. Eu tentei mudar o template do meu blog. Mas eu percebo tanto de html como de cenouras.. ou batatas. Por isso, olhem, pra já vai ficar assim.. feinho como está XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-3557682235783797925?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/3557682235783797925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=3557682235783797925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/3557682235783797925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/3557682235783797925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-tentei.html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-1503043287955058708</id><published>2009-07-20T20:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:19:11.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Em Novembro estreia 'Lua Nova'- continuação do 'Twilight' :D.&lt;br /&gt;btw, hoje a praia abuuuuusou, q arraso :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-1503043287955058708?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/1503043287955058708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-3409973264358176624</id><published>2009-07-20T17:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T18:09:28.468+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Por muitas palavras que vos diga, não vou conseguir transmitir o que senti sabado. Só quem lá esteve e ama Keane como eu amo pode ter dado o real valor aquele concerto, mas adiante. A minha pessoa encontrava-se num estado de ansiedade/excitação porque finalmente ia conhecer a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://leidavantagem.blogspot.com/"&gt;Telma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. Depois, porque finalmente ia ver Keane ao vivo (da última vez que eles cá tiveram eu estava de férias, algures na Madeira deprimidissima por não estar cá --')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Duas horas na fila --' a destilar, sim porque sabado milagrosamente deve ter sido o unico dia em que estava sol e nao estava vento/tempestade em Gaia (já ontem, que desgraça --').&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Depois a Telma lá apareceu :'DD e God, se foi BONITO cantar a alto e bom som Keane. Se foi bom a conversa, a partilha estar com ela cara-a-cara tanto tempo depois? é claro q sim, mas ela já sabe isso que eu fiz questão de transmitir :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Gabriella Cilmi- Foi um bocado sequinha visto eu só conhecer  a música da Veet (sweet about me) que fiz questão de cantar :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Colbie Caillat- Não estava à espera que fosse o que foi, é uma boa presença, sabe o que fazer com o palco, tem uma boa voz e entretem bem o público. Estava desejosa que o concerto acabasse pq o que eu queria vinha a seguir e o que eu queria AINDA MAIS vinha a seguir do a seguir :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Jason Mraz- QUE HOMEM!!! Além de cantar ópera e falar português, deu show! O cover, as músicas mais conhecidas que puseram o recinto a cantar.. enfim, foi óptimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;KEAAANE- O momento mais aguardado da noite, que nervosinho me estava a dar. Mas por fim, mr.Chaplin deu o ar de sua graça ao aparecer no palco com uma guitarra ninguém percebeu mt bem de onde ele saiu xD. Melhores momentos: Somewhere only we know (a minha música preferida deles, assim ao vivo :'D mt bom, mt bom mesmo.) e Bedshaped, estava num misto: quero que eles cantem/não quero que eles cantem. Não queria pq me faz lembrar um momento bastante triste, mas quando a cantaram (penúltima música) God que sensação.. deviam ouvir o público do lado do Porto xD, tudo unido a cantar. Foi muito emocionante, só não queria que eles fossem embora! O concerto passou a correr e eu só desejo que eles voltem cá, brevemente, amanhã, pode ser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; NO PORTO TELMA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;(e o meu menino marcou um belo de um golo, sempre bom receber mensagens no meio do festival a dizer isso :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Keane não me sai da cabeça desde sabado, lanço o apelo ao Tom,clarroooooooo que ele lê o meu blog, ele e o Bono (que já se portava bem e vinha a Portugal pro ano. Aí lá me terei de resignar e convencer a d.Lidia a deixar-me ir pra Lisboa --'): VOLTEM A PORTUGAAAL, 'o povo do Norte' aguarda a vossa volta :'D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ficou tanto,tanto por dizer. Isto ficava mais bonito com fotos mas a preguiça é grande e inimiga da perfeição :P&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/5104518190154872095-3409973264358176624?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/3409973264358176624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=3409973264358176624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/3409973264358176624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/3409973264358176624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/07/por-muitas-palavras-que-vos-diga-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-5469662586797606172</id><published>2009-07-18T16:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:37:12.829+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Vou-me arrastar até ao outro lado da ponte.. até amanhã :D&lt;/span&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/5104518190154872095-5469662586797606172?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/5469662586797606172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=5469662586797606172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/5469662586797606172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/5469662586797606172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/07/vou-me-arrastar-ate-ao-outro-lado-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-1563667993312918532</id><published>2009-07-17T14:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:03:38.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Não sei, mesmo, que é que me deu na cabeça para, eu e os meus &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;míseros&lt;/span&gt; 176 cm, comprar dois pares de sandálias com um tacão de 15cm. A sério, deve ter sido a mania das grandezas, literalmente! Mas elas eram tão puffys, estavam a rir-se pra mim e o preço estava mesmo a pedir para as comprar! Ainda por cima, só havia o meu número (40 se alguém me quiser oferecer alguma coisa, esteja à vontade!era isso e uns bilhetes pros Muse, já que o meu apelo no twitter não foi ouvido :p) muahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Bem, amanhã é dia de Keane &amp;amp; Jason Mraz &amp;amp; Telma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Aguardo ansiosamente por este dia à 5 anos, para conhecer a minha Coop e parece que, finalmente, o dia chegou. Já dizia o outro que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'quem espera sempre alcança'&lt;/span&gt; e pronto, rezem pra não chover que eu fui boa menina este ano, portei-me bem e tudo e mereço que esteja bom tempo no único dia, do único festival que vou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ah, entretanto já me candidatei.. Primeira opção é pra esquecer, segunda ou terceira seriam bem vindas.. quarta, quinta e sexta é pra, sem dúvida, fazer o primeiro ano e mudar de curso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Jasus, eu hoje não me calo --'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;beijinhos amores :) até à minha volta, se não for apanhada por uma onda já que amanhã as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maré&lt;/span&gt;s vão estar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivas&lt;/span&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/5104518190154872095-1563667993312918532?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/1563667993312918532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=1563667993312918532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/1563667993312918532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/1563667993312918532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/07/nao-sei-mesmo-que-e-que-me-deu-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-2236982591283168004</id><published>2009-07-10T01:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T01:03:48.529+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Às vezes dá-me para isto..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tem de se cuidar da alma acima de tudo. E tem de se cuidar do mundo apesar de tudo. Acontece que não são compatíveis. Excluem-se, dilaceram-nos, vão dando cabo de nós. Não fazer caso seria o único descanso mas não conseguimos deixar de reparar. Quando começámos já era assim e o que deixarmos para os outros assim será.(..)Acontece mesmo assim. Mas porquê assim? Não encontramos qualquer razão em particular. Trazemos conosco um pequeno defeito e um pequeno excesso, isso sim, e não de coisas diferentes mas do mesmo e é tudo. Nada que se aponte em particular.Pois é, se procuramos encontrar o que quer que seja, saímos de nós e descentrados, logo nos desequilibramos. O impulso que nos serve para ganhar balanço é o mesmo que nos faz cair quando queremos estacar. O entusiasmo, aliás, não é mais do que uma breve supensão no movimento da queda. Por demais estranhos somos nós. Como tudo o que ousou levantar-se. Por demais iguais, aguardando, por mais que nos enganemos, a vida na outra vida que não esta.Não sabemos como procurar, nem onde encontrar, nem, afinal, sabemos o que procurar. Somos assim, tão perdidos, que nos agarramos sem sequer poder tocar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Paixão&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-2236982591283168004?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/2236982591283168004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=2236982591283168004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/2236982591283168004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/2236982591283168004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-vezes-da-me-para-isto.html' title='Às vezes dá-me para isto..'/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-8687328379381369528</id><published>2009-07-08T22:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:15:55.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://maonamassablogue.blogspot.com/2009/07/manga-chocolate-e-palavras.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;era uma avó destas que eu queria pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-8687328379381369528?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/8687328379381369528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=8687328379381369528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/8687328379381369528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/8687328379381369528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/07/httpmaonamassablogue.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-1906241704549985714</id><published>2009-07-08T01:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:01:08.535+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'E se o MJ se levantasse agora do caixão e começasse a cantar ‘Cause this is thriller!’. Batia a cena do Ronaldo ontem, não?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(vá lá, esta teve piada.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-1906241704549985714?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/1906241704549985714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=1906241704549985714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/1906241704549985714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/1906241704549985714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-se-o-mj-se-levantasse-agora-do-caixao.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-2706930411466525769</id><published>2009-07-08T00:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:00:31.905+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estou chateada com o meu exame de português.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas não interessa, acabei o secundário e (ainda) não morri :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hei-de morrer lá pra dia 14 de Setembro :'DD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;(2ª/3ª opção, pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-2706930411466525769?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/2706930411466525769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=2706930411466525769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/2706930411466525769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/2706930411466525769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/07/estou-chateada-com-o-meu-exame-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-5891494889588031431</id><published>2009-07-03T14:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:39:26.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Estou efectivamente de férias e efectivamente viciada quando o meu namorado me diz: Vamos jantar? e eu penso: não vou poder jogar Sims nem ver HIMYM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;matem-me :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(Marés Vivas está quase quase aí :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-5891494889588031431?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/5891494889588031431/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=5891494889588031431&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/5891494889588031431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/5891494889588031431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/07/estou-efectivamente-de-ferias-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-1401021112880413618</id><published>2009-06-22T20:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:57:56.022+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'Wave goodbye, wish me well'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-1401021112880413618?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/1401021112880413618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=1401021112880413618&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/1401021112880413618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/1401021112880413618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-to-say.html' title='Time to say...'/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-4296558426872011967</id><published>2009-06-21T18:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:27:46.429+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nem é das músicas que mais gosto deles mas ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="300" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/u2/index.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/u2/images/resposta_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-4296558426872011967?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/4296558426872011967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=4296558426872011967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/4296558426872011967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/4296558426872011967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/06/nem-e-das-musicas-que-mais-gosto-deles.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-6761340868806740816</id><published>2009-06-21T15:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:19:30.212+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A modos que .. o exame de matemática é terça-feira, e o estado de nervos é grande.&lt;br /&gt;entretanto a minha familia rumou à praia e eu estou para aqui, deprimidissima, com as minhas trident senses e o livro de complexos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-6761340868806740816?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/6761340868806740816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=6761340868806740816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/6761340868806740816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/6761340868806740816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/06/modos-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-6044144282650532002</id><published>2009-06-18T11:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:32:07.101+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/images/j/jason_mraz-11473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 301px;" src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/images/j/jason_mraz-11473.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ohandanotherthing.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/keane_468x3671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 367px;" src="http://ohandanotherthing.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/keane_468x3671.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                     &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/SjoW32nFxBI/AAAAAAAAADI/HTjRKFNMpgI/s1600-h/DSC00321b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/SjoW32nFxBI/AAAAAAAAADI/HTjRKFNMpgI/s320/DSC00321b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348612656263971858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(ELA é LINDAAAAAA!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;e o motivo deste post é que só falta um mês e um mês passa depressa.. e nessa data já saberei muita coisa.. (glup glup :|) como por ex: as notas dos exames (glup glup ao quadrado). agora vou-me deixar de tretas e voltar ao exame da 2ª fase do ano passado --'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Beijinhooos (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(30 DIAS; 30 DIAS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-6044144282650532002?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/6044144282650532002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=6044144282650532002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/6044144282650532002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/6044144282650532002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/06/ela-e-lindaaaaaa-e-o-motivo-deste-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/SjoW32nFxBI/AAAAAAAAADI/HTjRKFNMpgI/s72-c/DSC00321b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-4930109833898884811</id><published>2009-06-17T20:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:48:09.621+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sabem o que é que eu queria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Um template em condições aqui pro blog, isso é que era de valor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(Hoje fiz o exame de matemática do ano passado, e ou estava febril ou aquilo deu uma nota muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuito subida :'D e eu feita parva andei toda contente todo o dia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-4930109833898884811?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/4930109833898884811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=4930109833898884811&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/4930109833898884811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/4930109833898884811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/06/sabem-o-que-e-que-eu-queria-um-template.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-4162833842403983945</id><published>2009-06-17T14:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:39:25.597+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Fiquei extremamente feliz quando abri o exame e vi: Felizmente há luar! só não dei um salto na cadeira porque pronto.. o exame faz-se por ordem alfabética e no meio de tanta gente desconhecida,parecia mal :p.&lt;br /&gt;Também fiquei contente quando vi os critérios (tirando a treta no quadro de ligação --')&lt;br /&gt;e pronto,agora é queimar neurónio com os belos dos números e esperar que pra semana fique tão contente!&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos e abraços, até à minha volta!!!&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/5104518190154872095-4162833842403983945?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/4162833842403983945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=4162833842403983945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/4162833842403983945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/4162833842403983945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/06/fiquei-extremamente-feliz-quando-abri-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-7899158543223169244</id><published>2009-06-13T18:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:43:22.828+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/SjPlJZzfgaI/AAAAAAAAADA/o2g6j7UzR9I/s1600-h/220220091201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/SjPlJZzfgaI/AAAAAAAAADA/o2g6j7UzR9I/s320/220220091201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346869132327354786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A modos que, a minha vida tem sido esta..&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/5104518190154872095-7899158543223169244?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/7899158543223169244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=7899158543223169244&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/7899158543223169244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/7899158543223169244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/06/modos-que-minha-vida-tem-sido-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/SjPlJZzfgaI/AAAAAAAAADA/o2g6j7UzR9I/s72-c/220220091201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-206610934045036184</id><published>2009-06-11T20:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:50:51.851+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eu dormi, dez horas, mas quem vê a minha cara acha que eu dormi no máximo 4h.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;eu estou a ficar loucaaaa da minha vida com os exames nacionais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;eu até larguei o alcool &amp;amp; as jantaradas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;eu até largo o telemovel por mais de uma hora :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;e se este esforço TODO (foi MUITO grande) não valer o que eu quero.. meus amigos, o meu suicidio torna-se oficial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(e a minha média de 12º ano foi 18, estou tão orgulhosa :'D só não vamos falar da média de 10º q estraga tudo,está bem?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(e muito menos do exame de biologia do ano passado..)&lt;/span&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/5104518190154872095-206610934045036184?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/206610934045036184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=206610934045036184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/206610934045036184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/206610934045036184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-dormi-dez-horas-mas-quem-ve-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-91263843188545659</id><published>2009-06-08T16:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:32:32.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A Sara vai-se mandar pro exame de Português prai com um estudo intensivo de duas horas (na vespera, leia-se) porque não tem paciência pra estudar português.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A Sara tem passado os dias e as noites a estudar matemática.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A Sara tem o Sims 3 no pc e ainda só jogou prai 1horita (e não foi seguida)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A Sara está terrivelmente revoltada com a forma como acaba a 5ª temporada da Anatomia de Grey. Mais revoltada ficou quando soube que a 6ª temporada só sai em Setembro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A Sara vai-se ali suicidar e já volta :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(e nem se atrevam a falar-me em faculdade!!!)&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/5104518190154872095-91263843188545659?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/91263843188545659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=91263843188545659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/91263843188545659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/91263843188545659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/06/sara-vai-se-mandar-pro-exame-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-6906746340256133501</id><published>2009-06-07T18:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:32:58.454+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4p0HFGFIIo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z4p0HFGFIIo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Patrickzinho... larga essa feia e casa-te comigo xD&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/5104518190154872095-6906746340256133501?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/6906746340256133501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=6906746340256133501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/6906746340256133501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/6906746340256133501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/06/patrickzinho.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-887519924453766340</id><published>2009-06-07T18:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:21:17.801+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/Siv2i57HOxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/N4zDGc8dywc/s1600-h/23.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 102px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/Siv2i57HOxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/N4zDGc8dywc/s320/23.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344636462329969426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AHAHAHA que eu estou farta de me rir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. Toda a gente sabe que eu gosto do Calvin &amp;amp; Hobbes, mas quando ele fala de matemática iaiaaa.. e pronto,eu concordo com mr.Calvin, eu devia ser poupada ao dia 23 de Junho,é que devia!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;( e agora vou ali ver o último episódio da Anatomia de Grey e chorar como uma madalena, rezando para que a 6ª temporada saia antes de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Setembro&lt;/span&gt;. Passar bem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5104518190154872095-887519924453766340?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/887519924453766340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=887519924453766340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/887519924453766340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/887519924453766340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/06/ahahaha-que-eu-estou-farta-de-me-rir.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/Siv2i57HOxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/N4zDGc8dywc/s72-c/23.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-5647002429451143521</id><published>2009-05-22T13:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T13:55:30.594+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Terapia #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/ShagivVolhI/AAAAAAAAACw/Au8akEe41bk/s1600-h/keane_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/ShagivVolhI/AAAAAAAAACw/Au8akEe41bk/s320/keane_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338630926977504786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Faltam 57 dias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/ShageIOxQ-I/AAAAAAAAACo/mImJ5pURSIk/s1600-h/jason_mraz6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/ShageIOxQ-I/AAAAAAAAACo/mImJ5pURSIk/s320/jason_mraz6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338630847760253922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(inserir g'anda smile aqui)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5104518190154872095-5647002429451143521?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/5647002429451143521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=5647002429451143521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/5647002429451143521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/5647002429451143521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/05/terapia-1.html' title='Terapia #1'/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/ShagivVolhI/AAAAAAAAACw/Au8akEe41bk/s72-c/keane_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-6047896649978216411</id><published>2009-05-21T22:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:02:57.514+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;E hoje foi a apresentação do trabalho de AP.&lt;br /&gt;e correu bem.&lt;br /&gt;e nunca mais tenho de ver aquilo à frente&lt;br /&gt;e é isto minha gentxi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(o trabalho de biologia espera-me wii)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-6047896649978216411?l=aalittlerespect.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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-5481449551346435540</id><published>2009-05-19T21:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:44:46.048+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;e o bilhetinho pro meu Tomzinho e pro meu Jasonzinho já cá canta, agora é só rezar pra não chover torrencialmente nem me dar algo semelhante a uma gastroentrite (sim que eu ultimamente ando cá com uma sortezinha que só me faltava isso!!!) e pronto, tou lá a dizer pro Jasonzinho aumentar a natalidade em Portugal (mas só depois de me encharcarem em alcool)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;vá, não liguem ao q eu digo hoje que eu estou paranoica com os exames :'DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-5481449551346435540?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/5481449551346435540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=5481449551346435540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/5481449551346435540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/5481449551346435540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-o-bilhetinho-pro-meu-tomzinho-e-pro.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-4841433417550369149</id><published>2009-05-09T21:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:17:14.768+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Já mencionei o quanto queria ir ver Placebo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(Os Keane vêm cá, no mesmo dia que o Jason Mraz, 3 dias depois dos exames nacionais acabaram. Ou é de mim, ou vai ser a puRa da loucura.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-4841433417550369149?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/4841433417550369149/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=4841433417550369149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/4841433417550369149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/4841433417550369149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/05/ja-mencionei-o-quanto-queria-ir-ver.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-2838071808064138837</id><published>2009-05-04T21:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:55:50.908+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;1 - Nome: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;2 - Idade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Almost 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;3 - Onde/quando nasceste: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ordem do Carmo, 16 de presente mês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;4 - Quantidade de velas no teu último bolo de aniversário? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;5 - Olhos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;castanho escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;6 - Cabelo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Castanho claro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;7 - Altura: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1.76&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;8 - Irmão(s): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;9 - Onde vive: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Porto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;10 - Signo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Touro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;11 - Um meio de transporte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;avião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;12 - Um programa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; séries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;13 - Uma frase?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 'It leaves you, if you don't care for it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;14 - Uma banda: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;U2, Placebo, Muse, The Killers, Keane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;15 - Uma música: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lucky, Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;16 - Um CD: hum..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; how to dismantle an atomic bomb- u2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;17 - Uma pessoa: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hum.. Bono, epah a humanidade daquele homem é incrivel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;18 - Uma flor: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;girassoles e tulipezzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 - Uma roupa: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tops, topzinhos, topzoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;20 - Um sentimento: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ver as pessoas q eu gosto felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;21 - Um animal: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pinguins, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;22 - Um lugar:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Matosinhos beach :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;23 - Dois objectos: dois? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;humm, telemovel e livros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;24 - Um veneno: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nafta não deixa rasto.. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;25 - Um filme: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'wicker park' melhor filme que vi até hoje..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;26 - Uma arma: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;as palavras..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;27 - Um carro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Mini Cooper *.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;28 - Um horário:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; odeio rotinas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;29 - Um vício: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;séries :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;30 - Furo nas orelhas: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;um em cada uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;31 - Tatuagens? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;32 - Cor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Black 'n' blueee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;33 - Quando foi a tua última visita ao hospital? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;semana passada pra tirar o sinal.. mentira, sabado pra mudar o penso xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;34 - De que cor é a alcatifa do teu quarto? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;não tenho essa coisa acumuladora de acaros :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;35 - Como chamavas ao teu ursinho de peluche? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;eu tinha um urso na minha vida, mas dei cabo dele hihiihihih. epah nao me lembro, mas eu acho q ele se chamava Pedro humm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;36 - Lençóis de cama lisos ou estampados? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;as cores, de preferencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;37 - Cor das meias?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; escuras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;38 - Lugar onde te beijem? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;mas que vem a ser isto? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;39 - Feriado favorito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 1 de Novembro ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;40 - Tema de conversa detestado? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sobre o futuro academico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;41 ? Um Livro? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'ensaio sobre a cegueira', 'és minha'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;42 - Define-te psicologicamente e fisicamente: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;não digo :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Escolhe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;43 - Dia/Noite?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;44 - Cego/Surdo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nenhum duuh :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;45 - Amor/Paixão? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;46 - Pôr/Nascer do Sol? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; nunca vi o nascer.. mas o por é lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;47 - Verão/Inverno? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Verão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;48 - Piscina/Oceano? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Piscina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;49 - Bolo/Torta? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bolo de tudo e mais alguma coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;50 - Manteiga/Requeijão? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;requeijão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;51 - Ouro/Prata? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ouro branco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;52 - Diamantes/Pérolas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Diamantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;53 - Banho de Chuveiro/Banheira? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;chuveiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;54 - Fogo/Água? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;55 - Tv/Cinema? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;cinema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;56 - Filme/Novela? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;séries xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;57 - Sair/Ficar em casa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;normalmente ficar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;58 - Preto/Branco? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Preto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;59 - Velho/Novo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;velho, odeio coisas novas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;60 - Café/Chá? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;os dois :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;61 - Pregos/cachorros quentes? hamburguers xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62 - Sprite/Seven UP? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sprite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;63 - Cerveja/Champanhe?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;fininho num dia d calor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;64 - Coca - Cola, simples ou com gelo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;muuuuito gelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;65 - Tom/Jerry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;66 - Disney/Warner Bros? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;DISNEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;67 - Restaurante/Comida rápida? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;restaurante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Tu já:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;68 - Saíste em público de pijama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; figuras tristes é comigo xDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;69 - Choraste por alguém? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;70 - Choraste num filme? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;a primeira vez q vi o Nothing Hill xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;71 - Te apaixonaste por algum(a) professor(a)?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;LOL nao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;72 - Te apaixonaste por algum parente? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;:s não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;73 - Fizeste algo idiota para chamar a atenção de alguém? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sim --' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;74 - Já te declaraste? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Já porque eu sou uma descaradona xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;75 - Guardaste um segredo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;minha boca é um tumulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;76 - Actuaste em algum palco? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sim, prai no infantario xD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;77 - Já estiveste envolvido(a) nalgum acidente? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;se tivesse sido só um... xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;78 - Viajaste para o exterior? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;79 - Tiveste algum amigo imaginário? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sim xDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;80 - Ateaste fogo nalguma parte do corpo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;claro, eu sou o masoquismo em pessoa xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;81 - Foste a África? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;82 - Já te embebedaste? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ultimamente ando nessa onda xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;83 - Amaste tanto alguém ao ponto de chorar por ele(a)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Nas últimas 48 horas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;84 - Beijaste alguém? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;85 - Choraste? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;86 - Escreveste uma carta? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;87 - Cortaste o cabelo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;88 - Usaste gravata? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nem faço tensoes de o fazer xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;89 - Viste o teu filme preferido? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;90 - Abraçaste alguém? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;91 - Falaste com o teu amor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;claro, aquela praga não me deixa em paz xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;92 - Tiveste algum teste? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sim, de portugues --'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;93 - Sentiste-te estúpido(a)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;isso tb é tipico..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;94 - Deste um presente a alguém? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;95 - Tiveste uma conversa séria? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;96 - Chateaste-te com alguém? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;97 - Riste até chorar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; é só eu abrir ali um hi5 ou falar da proxima 5ª feira que me mijo ja toda xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;98 - Dormiste fora? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;99 - Foste ao teatro? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;100 - Foste ao cinema? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;101 - Viste alguém que não vias há muito tempo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;102 - Conheceste alguém? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;103 - Tiveste medo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;104 - Sentiste falta de alguém? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;105 - De quem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; é que vou msm dizer xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Achas-te:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;106 - Um bom ouvinte? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;paciencia é coisa q nao me falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;107 - Uma boa companhia? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;depende de quem for a pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;108 - Uma pessoa feliz? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ninguém é completamente feliz so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;109 - Uma pessoa com os pés no chão? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ainda nao aprendi a voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;110 - Bonito(a)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; nao, coitada de mim xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;111 - Um(a) bom(a) amigo(a)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;faço tudo por quem o merecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;112 - Um bom conselheiro? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nem por isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Acreditas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;113 - Em ti? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;se eu n acreditar ninguem acredita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;114 - Nos teus amigos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;se nao acreditasse era mau sinal xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;115 - Nos teus familiares? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;alguns deles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;116 - Em ET's? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;acredito q nao devemos ser as unicas criaturas neste universo imenso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;117 - Em monstros debaixo da cama? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so se ele for msmmmm mt magrinho xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;118 - No um por todos e todos por um? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;119 - Na Teoria Big-Bang? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;aquilo não faz mt sentido pra mim,mas tb nao ha nenhuma melhor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;120 - No governo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;LOOL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;121 - Em poderes psicológicos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;123 - No verdadeiro amor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tenho uma teoria qto a isso, maaas fica pra depois :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;124 - Na verdadeira amizade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; tem dias... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;125 - Em dinossauros? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;esta provado cientificamente.. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;126 - Em magia? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;127 -  Nos padres? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;depende dos padres...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;128 - No Amor à primeira vista? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;paixao a primeira vista :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;129 - Em bruxos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;que os ha.. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;130 - Na vida para além da morte? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;essa é uma questao que me assombra constantemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Tu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;131 - Tens os pés no chão? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'..e a cabeça nas nuvens'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;132 - Estás de olho em alguém? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;estou, o meu pc é super giro, apaixonei-me por ele mal o vi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;133 - Namoras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; xinhe. xomox muituh felixex xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;134 - Tens uma linha da vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; tenho nas maos xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;135 - Gostas de dançar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nao tenho la mt jeito pra coisa mas tento :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;136 - Gostas de estudar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;BIOLOGIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;137 - És feliz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; s'ninguem é completamente feliz'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;138 - Estás com fome?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; constantemente :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;139 - Estás apaixonado(a)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;mau era senao estivesse dada a resposta à questao ali em cima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;140 -  Se sim, por quem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; pelo meu vilacondenxexinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;141 - Sentes ciúmes? De quem? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sim, mas isso depende das situaçoes. normalmente de quem tem melhores notas q eu :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;142 - Deste conselhos? A quem? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;a quem os pediu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;143 - Sentes saudades de quê? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;velhos tempos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;144 - Dormes com peluches? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;durmo com a almofada da kitty q é pra nao bater cm a testa na parede xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;145 - Choras com quem? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;146 - Onde te vês daqui a 10 anos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;provavelmente casada, a trabalhar *hope*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;147 - Eras capaz de cometer alguma loucura? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;148 - Por quem? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;se me apetecesse..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;149 - Já namoraste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; ja namorei, namoro.. é uma alegria xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;150 - Eras capaz de concorrer a algum Reality Show? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nao me parece :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;151 - O que levavas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Os teus amigos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;152 - Fala dos teus amigos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;xao todux mutuh windux.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;153- Qual é o(a) mais tímido(a)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;huum.. don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;154 - Qual é o(a) mais histérico? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;eu, claro xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;155 - De qual sentes saudades? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;da Bel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;156 - Qual dos teus amigos vive mais longe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;a minha best (tristeza a minha --')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;157 - Qual é o(a) teu(tua) melhor amigo(a)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nao os tenho por hirerarquia.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;158 - Escolhe dois amigos teus e fala sobre eles: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nao gosto de escolhas :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;159 - Um amigo(a) que te tenha marcado muito, pela positiva ou pela negativa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ixu agolaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;160 - Porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Nos últimos dias:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;161 - Como te tens sentido? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nervosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;162 - O que sobra? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;163 - O que falta? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;dinheiro xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;164 - O que te marcou? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;os pontos no braço? ahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Agora:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;165 - Estás a usar que roupa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;top e calças de ganga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;166 - Estás Triste/Feliz? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;167 - Estás Nervoso/Calmo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nervosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;168 - Que horas são? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;21.48 e eu nao tenho q fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;169 - Como  está o tempo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;um calor do crlh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;170 - Estás online? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;171 - Estás a teclar com alguém? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;172 - Estás cheio(a) de escrever? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SIM -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;173 - Estás em algum site? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sim, exames.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;174 - Estás a ouvir alguma música? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;o telemovel a fazer interferencia cm as colunas x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;175 - Estás sozinho(a)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;176 - Gostavas de estar onde? '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;fugiiiiiiiir, pra bem lonjiiii daquiii'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;177 - Tens alguma pessoa em mente? yup, alguem q anda distante cm o crlh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Outras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;178 - Hora de dormir? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;depende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;179 - Quantas vezes deixas tocar o telefone antes de atenderes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ai umas 50 xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;180 - O que tens debaixo do rato do computador? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tapete do dafalgan (google it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;181 - O primeiro pensamento que tens ao acordar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;praguejo 50 xs e dps vou a correr ver as condiçoes climatericas :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;182 - Se pudesses ser outra pessoa quem serias?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Não quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;183 - O que é que tens debaixo da cama? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;outra cama, cotao, chao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;184 - Qual é o carro dos teus sonhos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;mini coooooooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;185 - Algo para a pessoa que te enviou este e-mail? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mata-te  x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;187 - O que dirias a alguém mas não tens coragem? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;eu digo tudo :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;188 - Qual é o teu maior sonho? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tirar o meu rico cursinho, trabalhar na area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;189 - Tens algum objectivo em mente? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;190 - Uma cena da tua vida que nunca vais esquecer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;agr nao me lembro x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;191 - Porquê? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sou msm engraçada eu :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;192 - Faz um comentário...e diz tudo o que te apetecer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;esta merda nc mais acaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;193 - Qual é o teu filme favorito? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;194 - Qual é a tua música preferida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;todas as das bandas acima referidas :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;195 - Que rádio ouves? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;comercial, rfm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;196 - Quantos namorados(das) já tiveste? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;a serio, a serio, um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;197 - Bebida favorita? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;coca cola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;198 - Numero favorito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;? 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;199 - Que horas são agora? 21:55&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;200 - Uma coisa que te disseram que te fez pensar muito: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'preparada pra quinta?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-2838071808064138837?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/2838071808064138837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=2838071808064138837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/2838071808064138837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/2838071808064138837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-nome-sara-2-idade-almost-18-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-4059000812459514797</id><published>2009-04-27T22:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:47:07.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;A que curso te vais candidatar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-4059000812459514797?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/4059000812459514797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=4059000812459514797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/4059000812459514797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/4059000812459514797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/04/que-curso-te-vais-candidatar.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-3592565607428072539</id><published>2009-04-27T17:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:30:07.564+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Se a Filipa soubesse como foi bom falar com ela e como é bom partilhar mensagem com alguém que escreve as letras todas mesmo quando escreve testamentos... oh God &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(e eu sei que ela vai ler isto q ela disse-me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-3592565607428072539?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/3592565607428072539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=3592565607428072539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/3592565607428072539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/3592565607428072539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/04/se-filipa-soubesse-como-foi-bom-falar.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-5479968344538706128</id><published>2009-04-25T14:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:31:21.424+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Vamos lá a ver se nos entendemos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Qual é a parte de as pessoas estarem cansadas e gostarem de dormir ao fim de semana até , um bocadinho vá, mais tarde que não entenderam??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;é que isto de acordar com a sensação que se está no meio da 3ª guerra mundial não é lá muito agradavel! Aquilo eram fanfarras, era foguetes.. uma alegria! eu acho MUITO bem, repito, MUITO bem que se festeje este dia.. mas que tal assim depois das 10h da manhã? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sim, pode ser? Obrigada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-5479968344538706128?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/5479968344538706128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=5479968344538706128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/5479968344538706128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/5479968344538706128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/04/vamos-la-ver-se-nos-entendemos.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-1953935573994042517</id><published>2009-04-23T19:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:59:45.491+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eu posso não ser a melhor pessoa do Mundo, posso estar a passar por esta fase dificil em que não me apetece falar/ver ninguém, em que só me distancio de ti, em que te trato mal quando tu apenas estás preocupado comigo.. quando mil e uma coisas passam pela minha cabeça e eu não sei que caminho optar, que decisão tomar, o que vai ser da minha vida ou o que vou fazer com o meu futuro... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, tu ficas sempre do meu lado, dás-me apoio quando não mereço, dizes que eu não tenho de ter medo e que eu vou conseguir. Ajudas-me e apoias-me.. Isso eu não vou esquecer. Pronto, já disse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-1953935573994042517?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/1953935573994042517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=1953935573994042517&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/1953935573994042517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/1953935573994042517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/04/eu-posso-nao-ser-melhor-pessoa-do-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-3429993956603833468</id><published>2009-04-21T19:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:51:37.309+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;A situação hilariante de eu a sair do elevador a cantar 'supermassive black hole' (Muse) a plenos pulmões e o meu vizinho a olhar como se tivesse visto um ET tem de ficar registada.&lt;br /&gt;Já me disseram que se fosse 'elevation' (U2) era pior, realmente.. tem razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-3429993956603833468?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/3429993956603833468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=3429993956603833468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/3429993956603833468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/3429993956603833468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/04/situacao-hilariante-de-eu-sair-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-669596316391889892</id><published>2009-04-21T19:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:45:44.418+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Não, a sério.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- O trabalho de AP dá-me cabo da cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- O meu namorado dá-me cabo do cérebro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Os meus amigos dão-me cabo do encéfalo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- A matemática dá-me cabo do lóbulo frontal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A modos que, não tenho andado com muita cabeça pra isto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Entretanto, as férias de Páscoa foram boas, e os testes estão à porta. e o exame de matemática também. e o de biologia. e os ingressos pra faculdade. a modos que, como devem imaginar, ando muito feliz e muito calma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;e é isto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(e o meu FCP é um orgulho. )&lt;br /&gt;(e estou viciada na anatomia de Grey. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-669596316391889892?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/669596316391889892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=669596316391889892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/669596316391889892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/669596316391889892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-serio.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-7976019807706811960</id><published>2009-03-17T22:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:24:09.193Z</updated><title type='text'>Best of do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bom é um best of pobre, pobre que só contêm uma frase. Passo a citar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ia eu descansadinha da minha vida,juro nem ia a atravessar fora da passadeira nem nada, e não é que um trolha,num breve momento que sucede entre as mudanças de música..: blablabla tens um cú que é um mimo.. e FELIZMENTE o zen recomeçou a tocar a música...mas porque raio ele deixou de tocar??! é que me poupavam a estas coisas logo de manhã e o meu dia era bastante melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-7976019807706811960?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/7976019807706811960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-6634355050092126832</id><published>2009-03-10T21:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:26:24.954Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Torcer um dedo não estava DE TODO nos planos da semana mais dificil do periodo mas ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-6634355050092126832?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/6634355050092126832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=6634355050092126832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/6634355050092126832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/6634355050092126832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/03/torcer-um-dedo-nao-estava-de-todo-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-8111859177188629058</id><published>2009-03-09T21:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:17:19.336Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eu hei-de encontrar uns phones baratos,bons e de preferência que tenham pés e se apresentem aqui à porta de minha casa.. é que estes a funcionar mal dão-me cabo da cabeça..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(é isso e hei-de arranjar algo que limpe eficazmente os meus óculos,que eles depois da chuva não voltaram a ser o mesmo,pobrezinhos.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-8111859177188629058?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/8111859177188629058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=8111859177188629058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/8111859177188629058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/8111859177188629058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/03/eu-hei-de-encontrar-uns-phones.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-20885028065031598</id><published>2009-03-08T22:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:44:26.878Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/aL9YIIzddi/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/aL9YIIzddi/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/juggalette4life/video/ImtPB6BR/incubus-talk-shows-on-mute-by-incubus-music-video/"&gt;Talk Shows On Mute by Incubus - Incubus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;assim se matam saudades dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;bons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; velhos tempos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-20885028065031598?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/20885028065031598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=20885028065031598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/20885028065031598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/20885028065031598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/03/talk-shows-on-mute-by-incubus-incubus.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-5331938924885877693</id><published>2009-03-08T15:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:29:36.716Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Crissssssto! Estamos em março,o tempo está a passar depressa demais!. Como a probabilidade de eu entrar no meu queeeeeeerido curso é quase infima andei a averiguar outras coisas que possivelmente me possam agradar,pelo menos por um ano até conseguir a mudança de curso.. Cheguei à brilhante conclusão que os meus gostos pessoais não são DE TODO compativéis com a bela da média.. quer dizer,a bela da média até é jeitosa, até dava para um curso em condições.. não fosse o belo do exame de biologia contar METADE da nota de candidatura. Mas porque raio???!!!! Querida ministra, anda um gajo a queimar neuronios que podia aproveitar em coisas bem mais interessantes (diga-se,que os programas das disciplinas em ciencias bem que ja eram actualizados) para depois resolver METADE do futuro em hora e meia/duas horas?? ORA FODA-SE!! bem,resta-me deixar de reclamar,repetir o exame de biologia e rezar para entrar num curso suppppppper interessante que de para mudar para pharmacie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;e já agora.. que tal repetir a 'vergonha' de facilidade do exame de matematica este ano? :D sim mariazinha de lurdes?? eternamente grata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(o melhor de tudo,é se ao fim de tanto esforço um curso não serve pra nada. a realidade dos nossos dias é bela.)&lt;br /&gt;(é de mim... ou este blog anda muito deprimente??)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-5331938924885877693?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/5331938924885877693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=5331938924885877693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/5331938924885877693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/5331938924885877693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/03/crissssssto-estamos-em-marcoo-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-4036313884890200855</id><published>2009-03-07T13:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:38:33.329Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mania que os pais tem de dizer: se fosse no meu tempo.. CONSCIENCIALIZEM-SE: NÃO É O VOSSO TEMPO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;epah,e aquele raio de mania de achar que no tempo deles era tudo mais dificil,porque eles iam trabalhar com 13 anos e nós estudamos.. pois,here's the new. estudar não é fácil. epah,há coisas que irritam,esta é uma delas. e em tempo de crise irrito-me com tudo,por isso agradeço que não me chateiem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(e podem-me chamar injusta,o que quiserem. os tempos não ERAM facéis mas agora também não o são. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-4036313884890200855?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/4036313884890200855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=4036313884890200855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/4036313884890200855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/4036313884890200855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/03/mania-que-os-pais-tem-de-dizer-se-fosse.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-1287959319091194358</id><published>2009-03-06T22:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:42:44.759Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Esta era a altura suposta de as coisas correrem bem. Mas não correm,aliás está tudo mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(maybe I'll edit it latter..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-1287959319091194358?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/1287959319091194358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=1287959319091194358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/1287959319091194358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/1287959319091194358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/03/esta-era-altura-suposta-de-as-coisas.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-4052221207711500358</id><published>2009-03-04T22:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:13:21.955Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;MAS PORQUE RAIIOO ANDA TUDO MALUCO COM O HUGH JACKMAN?????!!! CRUZES CREDO SENHOR,JÁ NÃO POSSO VER O HOMEM À FRENTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;vim só expressar a minha fúria, se me permitem vou voltar às minhas conversas de msn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-4052221207711500358?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/4052221207711500358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=4052221207711500358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/4052221207711500358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/4052221207711500358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/03/mas-porque-raiioo-anda-tudo-maluco-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-845641935440946035</id><published>2009-02-27T17:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:19:00.094Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“As vezes construí­mos sonhos em cima de grandes pessoas,o tempo passa... e descobrimos que grandes eram os sonhos e as pessoas pequenas demais para torná-los reais.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;:| ai que eu ando tããão filosófica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Semanas complicadas avizinham-se. Se eu desaparecer é porque me mandei pra linha do metro ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-845641935440946035?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/845641935440946035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=845641935440946035&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/845641935440946035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/845641935440946035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-vezes-construimos-sonhos-em-cima-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-4437886196994135457</id><published>2009-02-25T21:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:38:02.192Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limite"&gt;Limites&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  não são dificéis,então! Eu é que embirrei com aquilo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-4437886196994135457?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/4437886196994135457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=4437886196994135457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/4437886196994135457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/4437886196994135457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/02/limites-nao-sao-dificeisentao-eu-e-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-3768446862276793310</id><published>2009-02-19T20:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:40:41.573Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eu sou uma pessoa muito precoce e como tal já tenho  o belo do cd dos U2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;( vindo directamente dos Estados Unidos, como é óbvio!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;a única coisa que tenho a dizer é: BRUTAAAL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Btw,a apresentação de bio foi comestivel, pensei que ia correr melhor.. Veremos na nota ^^. e agora deixem-me pensar que estou de férias, porque não estou! Vida de estudante é triste,cruel,cansativa. o que quiserem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-3768446862276793310?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/3768446862276793310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=3768446862276793310&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/3768446862276793310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/3768446862276793310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/02/eu-sou-uma-pessoa-muito-precoce-e-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-5007374679689773840</id><published>2009-02-17T22:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:08:22.369Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>' A matemática ensina-nos que nunca devemos dizer não sei, o mais que podemos dizer é ainda não sei. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nunca desista e conseguirá os seus objectivos.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum, ironia do destino isto vir na primeira folha do livro de matemática  e eu só reparei nela hoje? Mais uma vez repito que não acredito em coincidências.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-5007374679689773840?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/5007374679689773840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=5007374679689773840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/5007374679689773840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/5007374679689773840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/02/matematica-ensina-nos-que-nunca-devemos.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-2811044213091203001</id><published>2009-02-15T22:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:02:13.967Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ultimamente ando virada (um pouco forçadamente) para a culinária e eis que:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;table width="300" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/livro/index.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/livro/images/resposta_c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ahaha não há coincidências.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(esta semana acabo de ler o Memorial nem que as galinhas tenham dentes!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-2811044213091203001?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/2811044213091203001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=2811044213091203001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/2811044213091203001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/2811044213091203001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/02/ultimamente-ando-virada-um-pouco.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-2117828058132366692</id><published>2009-02-14T13:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:45:49.832Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A verdade é que tenho roupa até dar com um pau, sou loucaa por roupa! (sim,louca com dois a's pra dar mais ênfase).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O meu sonho era ter um armário assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/SZbKbIzLU1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/4OwVLQ628Sk/s1600-h/california+closets+closet+organizers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/SZbKbIzLU1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/4OwVLQ628Sk/s320/california+closets+closet+organizers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302648178842751826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eu até nem peço muito!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;( é que o meu armário continua a ameaçar explodir,e eu continuo a insistir que ainda cabem mais uma camisolas e uns top's nas gavetas!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Vá, se fizerem todos uma vaquinha e me oferecerem nos anos eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;prometo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; que não peço mais nada. Estou só a avisar com antecedência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-2117828058132366692?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/2117828058132366692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=2117828058132366692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/2117828058132366692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/2117828058132366692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/02/verdade-e-que-tenho-roupa-ate-dar-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/SZbKbIzLU1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/4OwVLQ628Sk/s72-c/california+closets+closet+organizers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-5277221994918477558</id><published>2009-02-13T17:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:38:16.571Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O meu humor mudou radicalmente!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Se você foi uma das pessoas que tentou falar comigo na ultima semana mas eu ameacei mandar com um real calhau à sua cabeça.. boas noticias! Pode voltar,o meu belissimo humor voltou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O sol faz bem, conclusão que cheguei! aaah que hoje o dia teve tão quentinho e eu deixei o meu super casacão e o meu super cachecolão em casa (que me arrependi logo que em plenas 8h da manhã sai à rua e ia sendo levada pelo vento) maaaas, em compensação vim o caminho todo a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;levar com o solinho na cara à tarde. e pronto,é isto a minha vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(o que lá vai lá vai,há que olhar o futuro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;e amanhã é o dia mais deficiente do ano,e por falar em deficiência.. alguém faz anos :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-5277221994918477558?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/5277221994918477558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=5277221994918477558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/5277221994918477558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/5277221994918477558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-meu-humor-mudou-radicalmente-se-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-4938313177317700423</id><published>2009-02-05T21:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:19:48.927Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ainda bem que quando estamos mal,chega sempre alguém que nos consegue pôr pior. Então quando esse alguém é o nosso próprio pai as coisas ficam ainda melhores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;( No futuro:  Voltar a acreditar que desilusão é ser a última pessoa escolhida pra fazer as equipas como na pré.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-4938313177317700423?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/4938313177317700423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=4938313177317700423&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/4938313177317700423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/4938313177317700423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/02/ainda-bem-que-quando-estamos-malchega.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-3876338862882530410</id><published>2009-02-03T21:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:00:32.099Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nada melhor que a) segunda feira b) teste de matematica c) as 8h da manhã, receber um telefonema de uma pessoa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;excitadissima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; e que eu já não ouvia há muito tempo. Garanto que faz qualquer um ficar bem disposto para o resto do dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(e é assim que se relembram conversas que me faziam ficar com o saldo a 0 no telemovel,no tempo que ainda não existiam mensagens grátis e o saldo não se acumulava no meu telemovel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(se ao menos o dinheiro de telemovel desse pra converter em dinheiro vivo!!!))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;credo,isto de fechar parentesis duas vezes fez-me lembrar matematica. sim,estou a ficar doente! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;LEVEM-ME PRO HOSPITAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-3876338862882530410?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/3876338862882530410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=3876338862882530410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/3876338862882530410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/3876338862882530410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/02/nada-melhor-que-segunda-feira-b-teste.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Será que escrever isto no exame nacional de matemática resulta?&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/5104518190154872095-8683518878937609834?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/8683518878937609834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=8683518878937609834&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/8683518878937609834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family: arial;"&gt;É de mim ou esta semana está a passar depressa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Se elas passassem assim até Março uiui,que felicidade a minha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(viva o calendário de exames! vivaaa!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-1104039635297543878?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/1104039635297543878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=1104039635297543878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/1104039635297543878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/1104039635297543878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-de-mim-ou-esta-semana-esta-passar.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-3705211565041603506</id><published>2009-01-27T21:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:48:07.408Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Girissimo é eu ter lido o Memorial todo (ou quase) e andar à cerca de 2 meses pra ler o último capítulo.&lt;br /&gt;sou um ser estranho eu.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mas isso já todos nós sabiamos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-3705211565041603506?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/3705211565041603506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=3705211565041603506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/3705211565041603506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/3705211565041603506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/01/girissimo-e-eu-ter-lido-o-memorial-todo.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-9189796340989649617</id><published>2009-01-25T21:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:31:19.443Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Se os posts para ti à um dois anos proliferavam,hoje pareceste-me 'esquecido' nos sitios do costume..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Na mente pelo menos de algumas pessoas sei que estás..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Até um dia #29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;(5 anos depois o dia ainda me faz chorar. Dam it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-9189796340989649617?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/9189796340989649617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=9189796340989649617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/9189796340989649617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/9189796340989649617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/01/se-os-posts-para-ti-um-dois-anos.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-6114140502339339548</id><published>2009-01-23T12:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:37:34.577Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finalmente chegou sexta-feira. Segunda começa o martirio dos testes. Por isso adivinhem como vai ser o fim-de-semana.. Mas também com este tempinho até não calha muito mal.&lt;br /&gt; A senhora ministra está à espera que lhe agradeça por as aulas acabarem a 5 de Junho e os exames começarem uns dias mais cedo? Ora vamos lá ver senhora dona (olha nem o teu nome sei,tanto que gosto de ti!!!) MAS QUE RAIO TENS TU CONTRA AS SEGUNDAS FEIRAS???!!           &lt;br /&gt;            Passo a explicar... As férias de Natal começaram a uma quinta, as férias de Páscoa vão acabar a uma terça-feira, os exames nacionais começam à quinta.. Isto parece que não mas chateia uma pessoa!&lt;br /&gt;            Outra coisa que me chateia é o facto de pessoas que se diziam minhas melhores amigas me deixarem de falar sem motivo aparente, há coisas fantásticas não há?&lt;br /&gt;            Já referi que vem aí a época que mais odeio no ano? e que começa já no domingo e se estende até ao fim de Fevereiro? Óptimo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-6114140502339339548?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/6114140502339339548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=6114140502339339548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/6114140502339339548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/6114140502339339548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/01/finalmente-chegou-sexta-feira.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-8265864706396813114</id><published>2009-01-19T22:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:35:41.814Z</updated><title type='text'>Ainda sobre e-mails que me mandam, take 3</title><content type='html'>*A minha próxima vida&lt;br /&gt; Woody Allen *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *Na minha próxima vida quero vivê-la de trás pra frente. Começar morto para&lt;br /&gt; despachar logo esse assunto. Depois acordar num lar de idosos e ir-me&lt;br /&gt;sentindo melhor a cada dia que passa. Ser expulso porque estou demasiado&lt;br /&gt; saudável, ir receber a aposentadoria e começar a trabalhar, recebendo logo&lt;br /&gt; um relógio de ouro no primeiro dia. Trabalhar por 40 anos, cada vez mais&lt;br /&gt; desenvolto e saudável até ser jovem o suficiente para entrar na faculdade,&lt;br /&gt; embebedar-me diariamente e ser bastante promíscuo, e depois estar pronto&lt;br /&gt;para o secundário e para o primário, antes de virar criança e só brincar,&lt;br /&gt; sem responsabilidades. Aí viro um bebê inocente até nascer. Por fim, passo 9&lt;br /&gt; meses flutuando num sopa de luxo com aquecimento central, serviço de quarto&lt;br /&gt;a disposição e espaço maior dia a dia, e depois - Voilà! - desapareço num&lt;br /&gt; orgasmo. *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-8265864706396813114?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/8265864706396813114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=8265864706396813114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/8265864706396813114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/8265864706396813114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/01/ainda-sobre-e-mails-que-me-mandam-take.html' title='Ainda sobre e-mails que me mandam, take 3'/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-5268428985482922388</id><published>2009-01-12T21:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:55:40.559Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Another mother's breakin',&lt;br /&gt;Heart is taking over.&lt;br /&gt;When the vi'lence causes silence,&lt;br /&gt;We must be mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head they're still fighting,&lt;br /&gt;With their tanks and their bombs,&lt;br /&gt;And their bombs and their guns.&lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head, they are dying...'                    The Cranberries_ Zombie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(dou um chocolate a quem der um tiro a uma pessoa que eu cá sei.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-5268428985482922388?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/5268428985482922388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=5268428985482922388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/5268428985482922388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/5268428985482922388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-mothers-breakin-heart-is-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-3131532627036423295</id><published>2009-01-11T21:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:35:22.301Z</updated><title type='text'>Desculpa lá se não te disse tudo o que queria dizer... *</title><content type='html'>Quantas vezes abrimos a boca e as palavras ficam presas cá dentro&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (mas senão dá,se já não dá, desculpa lá..&lt;/span&gt;). Quantas vezes me apetece gritar e a única coisa que sai é um sussurro? E quantas vezes quero dizer as coisas com convicção e me sai uma palavra tremida?? E,e.. há muitas coisas sobre mim que continuo sem perceber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Pois,amanhã é segunda-feira, yupi. 10 semanas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-3131532627036423295?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/3131532627036423295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=3131532627036423295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/3131532627036423295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/3131532627036423295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/01/desculpa-l-se-no-te-disse-tudo-o-que.html' title='Desculpa lá se não te disse tudo o que queria dizer... *'/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-8438153728332064680</id><published>2009-01-08T22:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:36:09.765Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh  coitadinho do Cristiano Ronaldo. Estampou o seu ferrarizinho porque ia muito devagarinho na estrada,oh coitadinho. Saiu ileso, pobrezinho.. EPAH, quantas pessoas estampam carros e não são noticias nos jornais????!!! foi só mais um carro e ele que não se preocupe &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(infelizmente)&lt;/span&gt; a ferrari amanhã dá-lhe um novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blitz.aeiou.pt/gen.pl?p=stories&amp;amp;op=view&amp;amp;fokey=bz.stories/38307"&gt;Coitadinho, Coitadinho do menino...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-8438153728332064680?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/8438153728332064680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=8438153728332064680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/8438153728332064680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/8438153728332064680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-coitadinho-do-cristiano-ronaldo.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-1414680769155738789</id><published>2009-01-06T12:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:41:33.906Z</updated><title type='text'>Ainda sobre e-mails que me mandam..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#0000ff;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&gt; *TOURO &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0000ff;"   &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#a00000;"   &gt;O Resistente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0000ff;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Que encanta mas agressivo. Podem parecer enfadonhos, mas não são. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Trabalhadores duros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Amável. Forte, Tem resistência. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;eres sólidos e estáveis e seguros dos modos deles&lt;/span&gt;. Não procuram atalhos. Orgulhosos da beleza deles. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Pacientes e seguros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fazem grandes amigos e dão bons conselhos. Bom coração. Amam Profundamente. Expressam-se emocionalmente. Propenso a temperamento-acessos de raiva ferozes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Determinado. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Cedem aos seus desejos frequentemente&lt;/span&gt;. Muito generoso.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-1414680769155738789?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/1414680769155738789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=1414680769155738789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/1414680769155738789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/1414680769155738789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/01/ainda-sobre-e-mails-que-me-mandam.html' title='Ainda sobre e-mails que me mandam..'/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-6853550679613999113</id><published>2009-01-05T14:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:40:11.586Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Três vivas ao Trofense!&lt;br /&gt;Se antes já gostava da Trofa,agora ainda gosto mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(desculpa lá Telma,mas FCP é FCP xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-6853550679613999113?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/6853550679613999113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=6853550679613999113&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/6853550679613999113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/6853550679613999113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/01/trs-vivas-ao-trofense-se-antes-j.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-5440233198164718753</id><published>2009-01-04T21:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:41:32.254Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amanhã começa o segundo-período.. Peço que passe rápido como o primeiro. A média está boa,mas se puder subir ficava agradecida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Huum,vou ser maior de idade este ano.. Fico feliz por finalmente começar a votar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-5440233198164718753?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/5440233198164718753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=5440233198164718753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/5440233198164718753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/5440233198164718753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/01/amanh-comea-o-segundo-perodo.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-3176920041981122145</id><published>2009-01-03T22:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:51:15.354Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Contaram-me a pior seca de sempre:&lt;br /&gt;individuo- Qual é o símbolo quimico do rádio&lt;br /&gt;eu- Ra?&lt;br /&gt;individuo- naaa,FM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;e ainda por cima riu-se.. como se tivesse piada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-3176920041981122145?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/3176920041981122145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=3176920041981122145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/3176920041981122145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/3176920041981122145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/01/contaram-me-pior-seca-de-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-6597933194981671173</id><published>2009-01-02T21:54:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:54:58.920Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acordei com a maior dúvida existencial de sempre: se a ovulação dura um dia,porque raio o período dura 6?&lt;br /&gt;estou amuada,chateada,aborrecida, é.. diz que é o último dia de férias!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-6597933194981671173?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/6597933194981671173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=6597933194981671173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/6597933194981671173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/6597933194981671173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/01/acordei-com-maior-dvida-existencial-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-8643477546410578650</id><published>2009-01-01T15:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:11:45.901Z</updated><title type='text'>2008 vs 2009</title><content type='html'>2008 foi o ano que perdi uma amizade, duas talvez.. e ganhei outras duas. Ficamos bem, portanto. Em 2008 deixei de ligar tanto ao futebol (embora não deixe de ver os jogos do meu FCP) e passei a ler mais, e a apreciar o sr.Saramago. Em 2008 vivi as melhores férias de sempre,no paraíso. As férias que começaram com o sofrimento dos exames, que passaram pela alegria do objectivo conseguido, e no fim a compensação de todo o esforço. 2008 foi o ano da mudança de escola, de mais um objectivo atingido, de não perder a amizade da minha Sofia que era o maior medo que tinha nesta mudança. Em 2008 ri, chorei, sofri, VIVI! Foi um ano bom? Foi mais ou menos. (esqueci-me de dizer que em 2008 tive a melhor festa de anos de sempre,graças à minha Sofia, Joana e mais algumas pessoas,apesar de terem ocorrido algumas situações lá pro meio menos agradavéis). Se 2009 for o ano da faculdade vai ser o ano mais feliz de sempre. Se conseguir isso,tenho um ano bom! Por isso,este ano não fiz mais nenhum desejo,apenas esse. Não me apetece ler o texto outra vez. Vou para a beira da minha familia discutir os aumentos das portagens e comer/beber até não poder mais,que as férias estão a acabar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-8643477546410578650?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/8643477546410578650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=8643477546410578650&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/8643477546410578650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/8643477546410578650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-vs-2009.html' title='2008 vs 2009'/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-185826004187867495</id><published>2008-12-31T10:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:03:36.089Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais um e-mail inútil que me mandaram</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;a) 5 bens materiais QUE TIVESTE NO PASSADO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Já não os tens e sentes saudades ou nostalgia por eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 - O meu mickey de peluche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 - O disco rigido do meu antigo computador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 - Um livro que emprestei e nunca mais vi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4 - Umas calças de ganga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 - Algumas músicas que não sei os nomes e deliro quando ouço..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;b) 5 bens materiais QUE POSSUIS ATUALMENTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Que mais gostas e não vives sem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(opcional: porquê?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 - O meu telemovél, mantem-me ligada aos amigos que estão longe,que pensando bem são todos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 - A minha psp, serve para me entreter quando estou sozinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 - O meu zen. Porque me acompanha nas manhãs de tortura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4 - A minha roupa. É toda a minha cara,e é obvio porque nao vivia sem ela xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 - A minha calculadora TEXAS. epah tenho um amor à máquina que vocês não tem noção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;c) 5 bens materiais QUE PENSAS EM ADQUIRIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Nos próximos 5 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(opcional: porque não os adquiriste antes?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 - Um carro. Porque não tenho carta e não faz lá muito sentido ter carro antes disso xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 - Um salário.. ahm,porque nunca trabalhei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 - Uma wii, a consola que me falta (: mais uma vez,falta de dinheiro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4 - O ano da morte de Ricardo Reis. porque a Telma me enche os ouvidos com o livro xD. Não comprei porque não quero ter tentações de largar o Memorial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 -um portátil. epah,porque não xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;d) 5 bens materiais QUE GOSTASTE DE OFERECER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;A cinco pessoas diferentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(opcional: porquê?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 - Umas sapatilhas,pelo ar de felicidade da pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 - Um texto que escrevi à melhor amiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 - Um perfume,porque teve piada xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4 - a nespresso pelo ar de felicidade again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 - ahm,num faço ideia do que escrever mais..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;e) 5 bens materiais QUE SONHAS EM TER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mas que sabes não vir a adquirir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 - Uma estrela. Queria ter uma estrela... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 - Um ferrari,ao preço da gasolina..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 - Uma confeitaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4 - Casas em diversos países do estrangeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 - O estádio do dragão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5104518190154872095-185826004187867495?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/185826004187867495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=185826004187867495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/185826004187867495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/185826004187867495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2008/12/mais-uma-coisa-intil-que-me-mandaram.html' title='Mais um e-mail inútil que me mandaram'/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5104518190154872095.post-2142832379810700182</id><published>2008-12-31T10:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:32:32.060Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/SVtJxwAn0XI/AAAAAAAAACA/wFcLQT1_tGI/s1600-h/092707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/SVtJxwAn0XI/AAAAAAAAACA/wFcLQT1_tGI/s320/092707.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285899706699338098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/SVtJSzdzIeI/AAAAAAAAABw/v1H94mMURPc/s1600-h/092707.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pai Natal, continuo chateada.. Onde está a prenda que te pedi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz ano-novo pra vocês também.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(não percebi porque é que o texto ficou sublinhado,paciência..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pai Natal,senão for pedir muito,faz algumas pessoas menos estúpidas pf (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5104518190154872095-2142832379810700182?l=aalittlerespect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/feeds/2142832379810700182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5104518190154872095&amp;postID=2142832379810700182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/2142832379810700182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5104518190154872095/posts/default/2142832379810700182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aalittlerespect.blogspot.com/2008/12/pai-natal-continuo-chateada.html' title=''/><author><name>Write something here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02576303526952824690</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/_QwKgvM-6jjc/TDDxNVqJHrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8GkUaXkKcXg/S220/09062010070.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QwKgvM-6jjc/SVtJxwAn0XI/AAAAAAAAACA/wFcLQT1_tGI/s72-c/092707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
