<?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-2849014739165125168</id><updated>2012-01-25T20:52:35.762Z</updated><category term='musica'/><category term='wishlist'/><category term='piercing'/><category term='verão'/><category term='natal'/><category term='férias'/><category term='amigos'/><category term='melhor amiga'/><category term='concurso'/><category term='escola'/><category term='vídeo'/><category term='looks'/><category term='ano novo'/><category term='aniversário'/><category term='moda'/><category term='imagens fixes'/><category term='compras'/><category term='vizinhos'/><category term='opinião'/><category term='e-mails giros'/><category term='amor'/><category term='blog'/><category term='eu'/><title type='text'>Gloss D'or</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-7341145232430288338</id><published>2011-09-26T20:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:58:46.732+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E hoje faço 17 anos! Obrigada a toda a gente que me deu os parabéns e obrigada amigos lindos pelas prendas magnificas que me deram... E POR TUDO O QUE FAZEM POR MIM! Amo vocêssss :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-7341145232430288338?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/7341145232430288338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-hoje-faco-17-anos-obrigada-toda-gente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/7341145232430288338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/7341145232430288338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-hoje-faco-17-anos-obrigada-toda-gente.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-6486927078221515078</id><published>2011-09-17T21:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T21:15:45.673+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compras'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ruvilla.com/main/wp-content/uploads/nike-air-force-1-supreme-huarache-white-white.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://www.ruvilla.com/main/wp-content/uploads/nike-air-force-1-supreme-huarache-white-white.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;São as melhores (e as mais giraaaas) sapatilhas do mundo!&lt;br /&gt;
E são minhaaaaaaaaaaaaas! I'm in love... &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-6486927078221515078?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/6486927078221515078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/09/sao-as-melhores-e-as-mais-giraaaas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/6486927078221515078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/6486927078221515078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/09/sao-as-melhores-e-as-mais-giraaaas.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-1823909289583407824</id><published>2011-09-11T20:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T20:29:51.172+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GLMWZiAJSrs/Tm0MDL1StwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fSjoStvklX8/s1600/309477_1973128163127_1090731596_31669703_1232176814_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GLMWZiAJSrs/Tm0MDL1StwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fSjoStvklX8/s1600/309477_1973128163127_1090731596_31669703_1232176814_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Delicioso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-1823909289583407824?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/1823909289583407824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/09/delicioso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/1823909289583407824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/1823909289583407824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/09/delicioso.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GLMWZiAJSrs/Tm0MDL1StwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fSjoStvklX8/s72-c/309477_1973128163127_1090731596_31669703_1232176814_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-5443681149411095273</id><published>2011-09-09T01:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T01:42:02.295+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje apetece-me escrever! E dizer merda...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-5443681149411095273?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/5443681149411095273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/09/hoje-apetece-me-escrever-e-dizer-merda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/5443681149411095273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/5443681149411095273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/09/hoje-apetece-me-escrever-e-dizer-merda.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-5919941983748421669</id><published>2011-09-09T01:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T01:37:05.004+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dei conta que sou mais uma no mundo. Uma pessoa vulgar, sem ambições na vida. Não, eu tenho ambições! Mas tão futéis como aquelas meninas que querem ir ver o Justin Bieber a partir da publicidade do Continente. Preciso de algúem, preciso de TI! És das únicas pessoas que me compreende, das únicas pessoas de que gosto realmente! Não te ter por perto é como não poder falar! Um exagero, é certo... Mas és importante... Aliás, todos vocês são importantes. AMO-VOS, asério! O Verão que passei com vocês foi lindo! Foram festas loucas, companhias loucas, fumos loucos, bebidas loucas! E agora, que voltei, sinto-me tão vazia... Tão sem vocês! E cometo asneiras atrás de asneiras... Saio só para ver se vos encontro na rua, todos juntos, atrás de uma casa ou de um carro! Mas TU... TU és o mais importante! Há aproximadamente uma semana que já voltei e sinto que já passaram messes. Dias sem a tua presença, tão habitual neste último mês, têm sido muito dificeis. Principalmente quando as minhas companhias não são nada iguais a vocês! Não são aquele tipo de pessoas que se junta, e que estão bem, na descontra... Desde que estejam juntos, é o que importa! Tenho saudades disso... "E quando a saudade não cabe no coração, escorre pela cara..."&lt;br /&gt;
Ainda ontem, quando voltava para casa, a pé, de noite, me lembrei do caminho que fazia entre A. e V.F., e as saudades apertaram ainda mais... Vieram-me momentos à cabeça! Momentos esses que nunca hei de esquecer na vida.&lt;br /&gt;
Quero voltar a ter aquelas conversas de horaaaas que tinhamos! Quero voltar a passear contigo! Quero que me des mais boleias! Quero que faças asneiras à minha frente! Quero que me contes o que fizeste "hoje à tarde"! Quero que me mandes mensagens de Boa Noite e de Bom Dia... E que as escrevas da maneira que só tu sabes escrever. Acima de tudo, quero estar contigo... Quero estar com VOCÊS! E o mais rápido possivel, por favor... Obrigada por tudo e pelo Verão maravilhoso que partilharam comigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-5919941983748421669?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/5919941983748421669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/09/dei-conta-que-sou-mais-uma-no-mundo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/5919941983748421669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/5919941983748421669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/09/dei-conta-que-sou-mais-uma-no-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-2069426469448037626</id><published>2011-05-11T21:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T18:24:12.277+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Dois adolescentes no seu auge, no mesmo bar, reunidos por amigos em comuns. 1, 2, 3 shots ajudam a manter a bondosa disposição. Queria um cigarro... Tu chamas-me para ir ter contigo. Não hesitei, não pensei nas consequências. Beijamo-nos como dois imaturos, sem pensar em mais nada, só no momento. Após isso, trocamos testamentos, mensagens de amor falso. Eu realmente sentia aquilo que te dizia, mas de uma maneira estranha e impossível de explicar. Voltei a sentir-te, a tocar-te… e lembro-me tão bem! Mas acabou. Acabou por estupidez minha, e por imbecilidade tua.&lt;br /&gt;
No fim sempre soube que ia ser mais uma na tua lista, nada mais que isso. &lt;br /&gt;
Após todos estes messes, continuas a mandar mensagens (isto quando te lembras da minha existência); e é isso que admiro em ti. E é assim que não sei quando te vou esquecer. Nem se quero. &lt;br /&gt;
Assim como tu guardas aquelas 2 mensagens, eu guardo as datas especiais da nossa relação. É uma forma de alimentar esperanças que um dia vamos conseguir fazer a nossa fairytale, tu e eu, eu e tu. Realmente parece-me um pouco absurdo... O teu passado, o meu passado. As nossas personalidades. Sou demasiado perfeccionista, tu és o oposto."&lt;br /&gt;
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Este texto foi definitivamente feito para nós!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-2069426469448037626?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/2069426469448037626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/05/12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/2069426469448037626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/2069426469448037626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/05/12.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-1113594356831218991</id><published>2011-05-10T20:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T20:10:28.890+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/t5Sd5c4o9UM/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t5Sd5c4o9UM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t5Sd5c4o9UM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ADOROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-1113594356831218991?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/1113594356831218991/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/05/adoroooooooooooooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/1113594356831218991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/1113594356831218991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/05/adoroooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-3678092976344950749</id><published>2011-05-10T20:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T20:06:45.593+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melhor amiga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagens fixes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9452578/842120-11-1299924256379_large.jpg?1304533311" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9452578/842120-11-1299924256379_large.jpg?1304533311" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Uma coisa interessante e que acho importante partilhar é o facto de eu e a minha melhor amiga não escrevermos nomes de pessoas nas mensagens.&lt;br /&gt;
"Ontem vi o J." ou "Tou com a R.", por exemplo.&lt;br /&gt;
Somos tãão melhores amigas!&lt;br /&gt;
(BTW, temos colares semelhantes ao da foto!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-3678092976344950749?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/3678092976344950749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/05/uma-coisa-interessante-e-que-acho.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/3678092976344950749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/3678092976344950749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/05/uma-coisa-interessante-e-que-acho.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-1930865699549500806</id><published>2011-05-01T13:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T13:57:09.622+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagens fixes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='férias'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Verão, meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;
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Sabes que gosto muito de ti, mas assim a nossa relação não pode continuar! A cena é que já foste embora à muito tempo... E eu gostava imenso de sentir o teu calor, a tua energia outra vez. Tenho muitas bisbilhotices para te contar incluindo bikinis e roupa nova para te mostrar! E acho que vais gostar. Vem rápido por favor, quero muito estar contigo e fazer coisas marotas!&lt;/div&gt;Amo-te muito. Saudades, Inês.&lt;br /&gt;
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PS: Diz à tua amiga Primavera que já não está a meter piada. Uns dias está frio, outros está calor de mais... Que merda é essa? Vá, despacha-te.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9349468/tumblr_lkhe2kc8SP1qiyvh7o1_500_large.png?1304253997" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9349468/tumblr_lkhe2kc8SP1qiyvh7o1_500_large.png?1304253997" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-1930865699549500806?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/1930865699549500806/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/05/verao-meu-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/1930865699549500806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/1930865699549500806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/05/verao-meu-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-7110513822689705594</id><published>2011-04-26T18:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T18:18:23.233+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Verdade seja dita, isto já não puxa por mim! Gosto muito de ler os vossos blogs, roubar imagens (ups), inspirar-me... Mas escrever aqui e comentar é que não é comigo! Gostava de vos dizer "AGORA! AGORA VOU COMEÇAR A ESCREVER ASÉRIO!!", mas não é bem assim.&lt;br /&gt;
A minha vida não pára, mal tenho tempo para estudar &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(óh mãe, eu estudo, é só para esclarecer aqui ao pessoal que estou numa fase sem tempo nenhum)&lt;/span&gt;, para descansar (isto é verdade!), PARA FAZER COMPRAS! Por exemplo, anteontem cheguei a casa às 5h da manha, E TIVE QUE ACORDAR ÀS 11h PARA IR ALMOÇAR A CASA DA MINHA AVÓ! Ontem fui para a cama à meia-noite, e hoje tive que acordar às 07h e tal! Digam-me lá agora se isto é vida para alguém!&lt;br /&gt;
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Pronto, isto tudo para dizer que eu gostava muito (mesmo) de vos ir escrevendo, dar novidades, mostrar fotos, imagens giras e fofas, modificar o blog de vez em quando, comentar muitooo os vossos blogs, etc etc etc... Mas infelizmente tou numa daquelas fases sem paciência para nada &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(só mesmo para noites e Facebook)&lt;/span&gt;. O que eu queria mesmo era férias das interrupções lectivas &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(sim, porque segundo a minha professora de matemática - VACA DE M*RDA, AINDA HOJE ME CHAMOU AO QUADRO! ENTÃO MAS NÃO SABE QUE EU SOU INTELIGENTE DE MAIS, NÃO?! - os alunos do secundário e anteriores só têm férias quando é no Verão... Fora disso são interrupções lectivas! - TAU, 1-o PARA A STORA!)&lt;/span&gt; visto que as minhas se resumiram a fazer exercicio (yeaaah), comer (oooh) e muitas noites (e tudo o que a noite tem para dar, portanto).&lt;br /&gt;
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"Óhh, Inês, cala-te só um bocadinho! Por teres passado 2 ou 3 messes sem escrever não quer dizer que venhas cá e digas tudo o que te apetece!"&lt;br /&gt;
Não pensem assim que eu hei de voltar um dia! Vá, tentem não sentir saudades minhas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-7110513822689705594?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/7110513822689705594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/04/verdade-seja-dita-isto-ja-nao-puxa-por.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/7110513822689705594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/7110513822689705594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/04/verdade-seja-dita-isto-ja-nao-puxa-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-4006487418100781621</id><published>2011-01-18T22:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-18T22:25:31.067Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TTYTC7xggdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/53xrxeGxO6E/s1600/The+perfect+dress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TTYTC7xggdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/53xrxeGxO6E/s1600/The+perfect+dress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Este vestido está LINDO, LINDO, LINDOOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-4006487418100781621?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/4006487418100781621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/01/este-vestido-esta-lindo-lindo-lindooo.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/4006487418100781621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/4006487418100781621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/01/este-vestido-esta-lindo-lindo-lindooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TTYTC7xggdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/53xrxeGxO6E/s72-c/The+perfect+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-3488328618474689912</id><published>2011-01-15T23:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-15T23:08:54.546Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apaguei todos os posts que falavam sobre ele. Acabou, mas estou feliz! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-3488328618474689912?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/3488328618474689912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/01/apaguei-todos-os-posts-que-falavam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/3488328618474689912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/3488328618474689912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/01/apaguei-todos-os-posts-que-falavam.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-800720446888336536</id><published>2011-01-15T23:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-15T23:04:33.465Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A maoria das pessoas (da minha idade pricipalmente) começam as suas vidas a ouvir músicas infantis, depois passam para as musicas do Dragon Ball e das Navegantes da Lua. Depois o Doraemon. Vêm os Excesso, para cantar com as primas e as amigas da escola. E depois, porque a mãe, a avó e a tia também ouvem, lá entranham os Santa Maria e o Tony Carreira. São obrigados a ir a pelo menos 1 concertos de um destes... Ficam traumatizadas, e passam a ouvir Justin Bieber, Hannah Montana, e essa canalha toda (incluindo os gatos dos Morangos com Açucar: 4taste, D'zrt e por aí vai).&lt;br /&gt;
Agora vamos falar do meu caso! Enquanto estava toda a gente apaixonada pelo Angélico dos D'zrt, estava eu a ouvir System of a Down, MCR, Panic at the Disco, The Kooks, The Beatles, etc etc etc... Só boa música, e tinha uns 11/12 anos!&lt;br /&gt;
E agora? Quando toda a gente ouve a suposta boa música, a Inês ouve o quê? Musica ainda melhor, dizem vocês... MAS NÃO! Agora o meu MP3 é só Halloween, 2pac, Lil Wayne e enfim. Mas não se assustem, ainda restaram Nirvana, Queens e semelhantes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-800720446888336536?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/800720446888336536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/01/maoria-das-pessoas-da-minha-idade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/800720446888336536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/800720446888336536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/01/maoria-das-pessoas-da-minha-idade.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-2668001203610446242</id><published>2011-01-14T20:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T22:34:53.083Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinião'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um bocado diferente dos posts deste blog... Hoje vou dar uma opinião, sobre a morte de Carlos Castro.&lt;br /&gt;
Temos debatido (contra a vontade dos professores, obviamente) este caso nas aulas, e vejo que muitas pessoas acha bem o que o Renato fez ao senhor Carlos Castro... MAS ESTÁ TUDO DOIDO?! Desde quando é que matar uma pessoa é bonito? Só porque ele era gay??? Poupem-me, por favor!&lt;br /&gt;
Cada um tem o direito de escolher aquilo que quer ser. Se o senhor era gay, opah, seja... Ninguém merece morrer da maneira que ele morreu, seja gay, preto, branco, amarelo, as pintinhas cor de rosa, hetero, e por aí.&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, não sou lésbica nem coisa que se assemelhe, e muito menos gostava do senhor, mas opah! Não há pachorra para ouvir comentários do género "Menos um gay no mundo!".&lt;br /&gt;
Sabem que mais? Espero que o Renato Seabra apanhe muitos sabonetes na prisão!&lt;br /&gt;
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Já que falei no tema, quero apenas dizer que me riu um MOLHO com as anedotas deste caso! Acho que com a quantidade delas que ja ouvi dava para fazer um livro!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Último diálogo de Carlos Castro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Carlos Castro: Renato, se abraa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Renato Seabra: Carlos, castro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-2668001203610446242?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/2668001203610446242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-bocado-diferente-dos-posts-deste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/2668001203610446242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/2668001203610446242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-bocado-diferente-dos-posts-deste.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-2451179532821547999</id><published>2011-01-07T19:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T22:43:34.402Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e-mails giros'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recebi este e-mail à uns tempos e guardei numa pasta. Achei giro, vejam...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Às vezes nem damos conta das coisas idiotas que fazemos ou que já fizemos.&amp;nbsp;Vejam se não é verdade:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Desenhar um relógio no braço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;2. Fazer a proeza de enfiar o dedo no próprio olho sem querer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;3. Ficar a entortar daqueles lápis verdes até partir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;4. Apostar corrida de gotas na janela do carro quando está a chover. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;5. Apagar tudo o que estavas a escrever quando vês que a outra pessoa está a digitar algo no msn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;6. Tentar equilibrar o interruptor da luz no meio, entre aceso e apagado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;7. Tirar melhor nota que o nerd da turma sem ter estudado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;8. Morder um copo de plástico depois de beber o que tinha para depois rasgar em várias tiras e fazer um sol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;9. Deixar sempre o volume do rádio/tv num número redondo ou múltiplo de 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;10. Ficar com preguiça de colocar um novo rolo&amp;nbsp;de papel higiénico no lugar e deixar o vazio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;11. Ficar desconfortável quando estás a ver um filme com os pais e começa uma cena de sexo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;12. Falar mal de uma pessoa a alguém e descobrir que era um parente/amigo dela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;13. Responder algo para alguém que está à tua frente e só depois perceber que não era contigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;14. Sentir a necessidade de premir uma tecla sempre que passa perto de um teclado ou piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;15. Gritar quando a luz apaga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;16. Quando eras pequeno, fingir que estavas a dormir quando chegavas de carro a casa para te levarem ao colo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;17. Dizer coisas obscenas ou parvoíces quando um amigo está a falar com os pais ao telefone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;18. Colocar uma caixinha vazia de pastilhas no dedo indicador .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;19. Na hora de digitar a senha errar uma letra e apagar tudo só para ter certeza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;20. Escrever uma risada gigante no msn mesmo sem estar a rir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;21. Dar umas 5 chineladas numa aranha porque não morreu à primeira. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;22. Estar a ver algo na televisão e mudar sem querer de canal ao tentar aumentar o volume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;23. Coçares-te com uma caneta e só depois de reparar que a ponta estava para fora e ficaste todo riscado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;24. Dizer à mãe de um amigo que não tinhas fome quando estavas cheio de fome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;25. Tentar cortar um pedaço de carne e quando finalmente consegues, o pedaço voar do prato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;26. Molhares-te todo ao lavar uma colher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;27. Querer digitar “!!!!!!!” e aparecer um “1” no meio!!!!!1!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;28. Perder mais tempo a procurar o comando da televisão do que se te levantasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;29. Colocar o braço perto da tv só para os pelinhos do braço se levantarem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;30.  Quando as coisas estão complicadas querer voltar ao tempo em que as  únicas preocupações era o Dragon Ball e as Navegantes da Lua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;31. Quando eras pequeno, acordar cedo e ir para a cama dos pais ver desenhos animados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;32. Ficar com raiva de ti mesmo quando queimas a língua. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;33. Dizer números aleatórios quando alguém está concentrado a contar alguma coisa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;34. Achar que o teste foi fácil… até receber a nota.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;35. Meter o telemóvel no silêncio quando era suposto desligares. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;36. Contar quantas pessoas estão à tua frente para saber qual a questão que a professora te vai fazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;37. Fazer uma lista mental de todas as asneiras que fizeste quando o pai/mãe diz: ”Precisamos de ter uma conversa...”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;38. Ficar nervoso quando alguém te diz: “Preciso de falar contigo..”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;39. Ficar muito feliz quando uma pergunta no teste dá a resposta a outra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;40. Antes de adormecer contar quantas horas vais ter de sono até teres que acordar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;41.  Fazer um barulho com o pé/cadeira, parecer que foi um peido e continuar a  fazer para perceberem que não foi o que estavam a pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;42. Rabiscar alguma coisa enquanto falas ao telefone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;43. Salvar arquivos com o nome "asdssadsad" por perguiça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;44. Sempre que estás a jogar numa parte muito importante sentir coçeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;45. Mostrar um vídeo engraçado do Youtube a alguém e ficar a olhar para a cara da pessoa para ver se ela se está a rir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;46. Dizer ao professor: Sim, já pecebi" mesmo que não tenha percebido, só para ele parar de insistir em tentar explicar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;47. Ficar empolgado na hora de comprar o material para começar o ano, e na primeira semana não aguentar mais as aulas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;48. Sair do banho, notar que se esqueceu da toalha e gritar: "Mããããããe...!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;49. Apostar comigo mesmo. Ex: Tenho que atravessar esta rua em 5 segundos, se não vou perder uma perna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;50. Entrar na farmácia só para me pesar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;51. Dar numa de DJ aumentando e diminuindo o volume do rádio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;52. Ter sempre a última folha do caderno rabiscada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;53. Comer o milho que sobra das pipocas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;54. Acordar 10 minutos antes do horário marcado no despertador e dormir de novo até ele tocar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;55. Baixar o som do pc achando que alguém estava a chamar, e não era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;56. Tentar colocar de novo a pontinha do lápis quando ele quebra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;57. Pausar a música por 1 minuto e 1 hora depois perceber que ela ainda está pausada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;58. Sempre no fim do ano dizer que o ano passou rápido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;59. Responder "Não" quando alguém te pergunta "Tudo bem?" só para ter assunto de conversa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;60.&amp;nbsp; Ficar até ao final do filme para ver se tem cena extra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;61. Clicar com o botão direito no emoticon do MSN só para ver o significado que a outra pessoa colocou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;62. Fechar a porta do frigorífico devagar e ficar a olhar para ver quando a luz se apaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;63. Abrir o frigorífico para pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;64. Entrar na casa-de-banho com a luz apagada, e quando sair, acendê-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;65. Fazer um e-mail tosco quando era mais novo e ter vergonha quando te pedem para passá-lo hoje em dia.&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/2849014739165125168-2451179532821547999?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/2451179532821547999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/01/recebi-este-e-mail-uns-tempos-e-guardei.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/2451179532821547999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/2451179532821547999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/01/recebi-este-e-mail-uns-tempos-e-guardei.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-3379236058689727037</id><published>2011-01-04T20:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-05-10T20:12:56.139+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ano novo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Desculpeeem não ter desejado um FELIZ ANO NOVO todo bonitinho! Não tive tempo, não tive em casa, oh, não deu mesmo! Mas espero que tenham passado um boa PDA, cheia de garrafas vazias, amigos, família e música.&lt;br /&gt;
Este período vai ser difícil vir cá, tenho testes intermédios e muitooos trabalhos! Mas vou tentar...&lt;br /&gt;
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Espero que em 2011 consiga:&lt;br /&gt;
- acabar o ano com notas razoáveis;&lt;br /&gt;
- encontrar o tal; &lt;i&gt;(não há o tal, já cheguei a essa conclusão)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
- deixar de fumar tanto;&lt;br /&gt;
- divertir-me mais;&lt;br /&gt;
- não faltar a jantares de turmas; &lt;i&gt;(opah, não vai dar! A minha turma é uma seca -.-)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
- ver novos animes e séries;&lt;br /&gt;
- ler mais; &lt;i&gt;(LI OS MAIAS, chega!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strike&gt;- ir a Taizé (França);&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
- começar a coleccionar alguma coisa;&lt;br /&gt;
- emagrecer pelo menos 7 kg;&lt;br /&gt;
- fazer menos compras.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Embora ache que não vou conseguir fazer metade do que está na lista.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Editado:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
10/05/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-3379236058689727037?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/3379236058689727037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/01/desculpeeem-nao-ter-desejado-um-feliz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/3379236058689727037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/3379236058689727037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2011/01/desculpeeem-nao-ter-desejado-um-feliz.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-8310784457164093147</id><published>2010-12-23T13:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T23:03:13.273Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TRNQ_d1Hc_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/G9lYFfeJiV4/s1600/prezenty_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TRNQ-li2HwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/SQhvGBWwYUA/s1600/5272541602_e81e87e666_z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Desejo a todos um Feliz Natal! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Peço desculpa pelo post estar tipo uma bostinha, mas não tive tempo para mais... Dia 23 = compras de Natal... Até à próxima!)&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/2849014739165125168-8310784457164093147?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/8310784457164093147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/12/desejo-todos-um-feliz-natal-cheio-disto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/8310784457164093147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/8310784457164093147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/12/desejo-todos-um-feliz-natal-cheio-disto.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-5609001977469137957</id><published>2010-11-28T15:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T15:49:27.219Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não tenho tido tempo para isto, portanto vou fazer uma pausa.&lt;br /&gt;
Aconteceram tantas coisas desde a última vez que escrevi aqui, omg!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Enfim, o Blog está em pausa até me apetecer escrever outra vez.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-5609001977469137957?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/5609001977469137957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/11/nao-tenho-tido-tempo-para-isto-portanto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/5609001977469137957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/5609001977469137957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/11/nao-tenho-tido-tempo-para-isto-portanto.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-8337590135163481392</id><published>2010-11-10T14:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-10T14:41:08.148Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagens fixes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Há tanto tempo que não escrivia no Blog! Tem sido impossivel com as aulas. ODEIO A VIDA DE ESTUDANTE, FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;
Bem, vemo-nos por ai! Kiss kiss.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TNqunCbBULI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yL5kr-ItBdE/s1600/4545212451_6813a777e4_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TNqunCbBULI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yL5kr-ItBdE/s400/4545212451_6813a777e4_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nada a ver, mas gosto!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-8337590135163481392?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/8337590135163481392/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/11/ha-tanto-tempo-que-nao-escrivia-no-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/8337590135163481392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/8337590135163481392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/11/ha-tanto-tempo-que-nao-escrivia-no-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TNqunCbBULI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yL5kr-ItBdE/s72-c/4545212451_6813a777e4_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-3410994893620296556</id><published>2010-10-22T20:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T20:28:22.171+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;1. Abre o livro mais próximo de ti na página dezoito e digita a linha quatro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“… resolução de equações não passam por listas exaustivas de fórmulas…”&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;2. Estica o braço esquerdo o máximo que puderes. O que alcançaste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;TV.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
3. Qual a última coisa que viste na TV?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Morangos com Açucar (sim, eu vejo Morangos e admito que gosto, ahaha.)&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4. Sem olhar, que horas são?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;20.30h&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
5. Agora olha para o relógio. Que horas são?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;20.27h&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
6. Com excepção do computador, o que estas a ouvir?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;TV.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
7. Quando foi a última vez que saíste de casa? O que foste fazer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sai para ir para a explicação, hoje à tarde.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
8. Antes de começar isso, o que fazias?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Estava no Facebook, MSN, lojas online…&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
9. Como estás vestida? O que estas a calçar?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sapatilhas de montalha, camisola cinza com decote em V, jeans.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
10. Com o que sonhaste na última noite? Se não o fizeste, com o que gostarias de ter sonhado?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sonhei que ia a Zara e a mala que comprei hoje era Roxa, e foi uma graande desilusão!&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
11. Quando foi a última vez que te riste? Qual foi o motivo?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Nas aulas, com a M.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
12. O que tem nas paredes do teu quarto?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Medalhas, quadro que a minha mãe fez que amoooo.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
13. Tens visto algo estranho ultimamente?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A minha stora de Inglês!&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
14. O que achas deste questionário?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Dá para passar o tempo.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;15. Qual foi o último filme que viste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Acho que foi o Karate Kid.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
16. Se te tornasses milionário de uma noite para a outra, o que comprarias?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Uma vespa, tirava a carta de mota, e muiiitas roupas!&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
17. Diz alguma curiosidade sobre ti.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Tenho medo de pássaros mortos.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;18. Se pudesses mudar uma coisa no mundo, política ou geograficamente, o que seria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Isso é uma coisa que tinha que pensar muito e devido ao facto de não me apetecer, fica para outra altura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;19. Gostas de dançar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Adoro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;20. Pensamentos sobre George Bush:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Não gosto de politica, como tal, nada a dizer.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
21. Imagina que teu primeiro filho é uma menina. Que nome davas a ela?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Margarida.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
22. Agora imagina que teu primeiro filho é um menino. Que nome davas a ele?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Duarte ou Martim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;23. Gostavas de viver fora do teu país? Porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Nem digo do meu país, mas fora da minha cidade! Porque não gosto muito do ambiente…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;24. O que gostarias que te dissessem antes de morreres?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Amo-te!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;25. Se depois disso te encontrasses com Deus o que lhe dirias?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Fui feliz!&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
26. Porquê que os gatos caem sempre de pé?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Por causa da anatomia deles?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;27. Que sensação te causa o dinheiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Felicidade! Eu sou viciada em compras! Infelizmente…&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
28. Em que parte da tua vida sentes uma profunda tristeza?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Quando tenho que me despedir de alguém.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
29. Analisa o mais profundamente possível. Como lidas com uma opinião ou crítica alheia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Depende da crítica. Se for destrutiva, não gosto, não admito, não ligo sequer! Se for construtiva é sempre bem vinda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;30. Diz uma tua total incerteza: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Como irei morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;31. Alguém te faz uma pergunta embaraçosa. Qual é a tua reacção?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Candara&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Fico muito corada, e dependendo da pergunta, respondo ou não.&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/2849014739165125168-3410994893620296556?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/3410994893620296556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/10/12.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/3410994893620296556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/3410994893620296556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/10/12.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-4002164022896381679</id><published>2010-10-20T14:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:53:28.997+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagens fixes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TL7z8nIC5kI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5CZSKweQpCg/s1600/tumblr_lajv5rjwvg1qc7c27o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TL7z8nIC5kI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5CZSKweQpCg/s320/tumblr_lajv5rjwvg1qc7c27o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não tenho tempo nenhum para isto! Amanha já começo a escrever, esta semana foi mesmo impossível, só vejo Matemática à frente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-4002164022896381679?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/4002164022896381679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/10/nao-tenho-tempo-nenhum-para-isto-amanha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/4002164022896381679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/4002164022896381679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/10/nao-tenho-tempo-nenhum-para-isto-amanha.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TL7z8nIC5kI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5CZSKweQpCg/s72-c/tumblr_lajv5rjwvg1qc7c27o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-292147468168152238</id><published>2010-10-16T02:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T02:48:57.559+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagens fixes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Como não devo vir cá durante todo o santo fim-de-semana, deixo-vos com uma imagem muuuuunto interessante!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TLkEHLYG6cI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Y70Na74nz5I/s1600/1285967734395_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TLkEHLYG6cI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Y70Na74nz5I/s1600/1285967734395_f.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"...mas me prontifico...". Só por isso merecia a nota máxima! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-292147468168152238?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/292147468168152238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/10/como-nao-devo-vir-ca-durante-todo-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/292147468168152238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/292147468168152238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/10/como-nao-devo-vir-ca-durante-todo-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TLkEHLYG6cI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Y70Na74nz5I/s72-c/1285967734395_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-8344934887101934501</id><published>2010-10-12T17:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T17:12:20.185+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='looks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje vai ser: estudar FQA, novela, estudar FQA, dormir. Vemos-nos amanha, que provavelmente e muito infelizmente vai ser o mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TLSICwBKIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vXqiLlxgJxQ/s1600/%28116%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TLSICwBKIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vXqiLlxgJxQ/s400/%28116%29.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nada a ver, mas gostei do look! O Blog desta menina é &lt;a href="http://www.lovelypepablog.com/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-8344934887101934501?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/8344934887101934501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/10/hoje-vai-ser-estudar-fqa-novela-estudar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/8344934887101934501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/8344934887101934501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/10/hoje-vai-ser-estudar-fqa-novela-estudar.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TLSICwBKIhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vXqiLlxgJxQ/s72-c/%28116%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-8968352383966896579</id><published>2010-10-11T20:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T20:04:09.137+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vizinhos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Porque é que só me calham vizinhos desta raça? Quer dizer, quando foi a altura das vuvuzelas, um lembrou-se de ir tocar a corneta para a janela TODO O SANTO DIA, TODA A SANTA HORA. No entanto, isso passou... Agora uma pequena aqui do lado fez anos, deve ter recebido o SingStar e não se cala com aquela shit! É triste, de facto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-8968352383966896579?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/8968352383966896579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/10/porque-e-que-so-me-calham-vizinhos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/8968352383966896579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/8968352383966896579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/10/porque-e-que-so-me-calham-vizinhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-2173434942277483165</id><published>2010-10-10T19:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T19:55:41.885+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compras'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TLIKdPzjx4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/4yCouyaNItM/s320/100_6509.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isto é na realidade são botas, mas eu uso como pantufas. São super confortáveis, mas acho que devia comprar o 38 (são o 37). Comprei num super mercado (que me esqueci) e foram super baratas (que também não sei).&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TLIKdPzjx4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/4yCouyaNItM/s1600/100_6509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TLIKeowCJsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DgbaQ4UPvzM/s320/100_6498.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esta saia de cinta subida comprei na Zara e custou 20€. Adorei, tive mesmo que comprar!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TLIKeowCJsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DgbaQ4UPvzM/s1600/100_6498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TLIKf_uCEUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-dPBmuvPW9U/s320/100_6500.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estas calças são da Zara também, e custaram-me 20€ se não me engano.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TLIKhQLSEnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ibigF9Tgi9A/s320/100_6501.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esta camisola é branca simples, comprei para fazer de camisola de interior em algumas ocasiões e para usar com a saia. Custou-me 10€ na Sport Zone (é da Berg).&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TLIKhQLSEnI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ibigF9Tgi9A/s1600/100_6501.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TLIKbMggwgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gVx016uPH8c/s320/100_6505.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;E por fim a aquisição que mais gosto! É um casaco preto da Zara lindoooo de morrer!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TLIKbMggwgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gVx016uPH8c/s1600/100_6505.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E pronto, aqui estão as minhas últimas compras. Ah, ainda não mostrei o piercing porque tenho que pôr betadine e não fica assim tão giro... Mostro depois!&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/2849014739165125168-2173434942277483165?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/2173434942277483165/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/10/isto-e-na-realidade-sao-botas-mas-eu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/2173434942277483165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/2173434942277483165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/10/isto-e-na-realidade-sao-botas-mas-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TLIKdPzjx4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/4yCouyaNItM/s72-c/100_6509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-7477174735440274887</id><published>2010-10-09T00:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T00:39:13.087+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apetece-me atacar o guarda fatos, tirar tudo cá para fora, pôr num saco de plástico e mandar para a Austrália. Quero fazer uma limpeza, uma GRANDEE limpeza.&lt;br /&gt;
Well, penso que a máquina está boa amanha, portanto vai começar a haver fotos. Beijos*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-7477174735440274887?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/7477174735440274887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/10/apetece-me-atacar-o-guarda-fatos-tirar.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/7477174735440274887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/7477174735440274887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/10/apetece-me-atacar-o-guarda-fatos-tirar.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-4447279514492163156</id><published>2010-10-06T17:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T17:19:11.897+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piercing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Já fiz o piercing no umbigo! Está magnifico, adoroooo! Doeu bastante, admito... O senhor disse que eu estava branca quando acabou. E durante a execução disse uma asneira e mandei o senhor calar-se. Well, não voltava a repetir por nada, visto que não sou masoquista. Mas valeu a pena a dor. AMO :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-4447279514492163156?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/4447279514492163156/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/10/ja-fiz-o-piercing-no-umbigo-esta.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/4447279514492163156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/4447279514492163156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/10/ja-fiz-o-piercing-no-umbigo-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-4757825995661450246</id><published>2010-10-03T22:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T22:33:19.696+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concurso'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_00QmCtnMCy8/TKhPPQFYbNI/AAAAAAAAC4o/Q5T-C8Bea3g/s400/IMG_5668.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_00QmCtnMCy8/TKhPPQFYbNI/AAAAAAAAC4o/Q5T-C8Bea3g/s320/IMG_5668.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Vou participar, façam o mesmo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-4757825995661450246?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/4757825995661450246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/10/vou-participar-facam-o-mesmo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/4757825995661450246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/4757825995661450246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/10/vou-participar-facam-o-mesmo.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_00QmCtnMCy8/TKhPPQFYbNI/AAAAAAAAC4o/Q5T-C8Bea3g/s72-c/IMG_5668.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-1043224776939217061</id><published>2010-10-01T20:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T20:37:20.375+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vídeo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j0aT3-5-zTo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j0aT3-5-zTo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Realmente é muito interessante! E é incrível como as pessoas se esquecem disto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-1043224776939217061?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/1043224776939217061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/10/crianca-ve-crianca-faz-de-o-exemplo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/1043224776939217061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/1043224776939217061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/10/crianca-ve-crianca-faz-de-o-exemplo.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-6349525341358743613</id><published>2010-09-27T18:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T18:08:51.296+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;5 factos sobre mim:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;O meu irmão é a pessoa mais importante da minha vida.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;O meu polegar é igualzinhoooo ao da Megan Fox, infelizmente.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Tenho 6 furos nas orelhas e terei, futuramente, um piercing no umbigo.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Tenho medo de pássaros. Medo não,&amp;nbsp; pavor, vá! E a todos!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Adoro ir às compras.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-6349525341358743613?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/6349525341358743613/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/09/5-factos-sobre-mim-o-meu-irmao-e-pessoa.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/6349525341358743613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/6349525341358743613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/09/5-factos-sobre-mim-o-meu-irmao-e-pessoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-4639919914226303914</id><published>2010-09-26T12:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T12:04:05.995+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje faço 16 anos. Gosto tantoooo destas idades, não quero sair daqui nunca!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJ8oajX-TgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KOoKJ2FQHgc/s1600/4342167501_af9086a4ff_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJ8oajX-TgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KOoKJ2FQHgc/s400/4342167501_af9086a4ff_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-4639919914226303914?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/4639919914226303914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/09/hoje-faco-16-anos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/4639919914226303914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/4639919914226303914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/09/hoje-faco-16-anos.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJ8oajX-TgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KOoKJ2FQHgc/s72-c/4342167501_af9086a4ff_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-4884308891094208863</id><published>2010-09-25T13:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T12:05:44.635+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagens fixes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJ3uxBo88II/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZICd10Y5J94/s1600/34222_413309864770_622939770_4313536_6726688_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJ3uxBo88II/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZICd10Y5J94/s1600/34222_413309864770_622939770_4313536_6726688_n.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nada a acrescentar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-4884308891094208863?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/4884308891094208863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/09/acrescentar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/4884308891094208863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/4884308891094208863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/09/acrescentar.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJ3uxBo88II/AAAAAAAAAEM/ZICd10Y5J94/s72-c/34222_413309864770_622939770_4313536_6726688_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-4745311831613490929</id><published>2010-09-24T14:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T14:17:12.110+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estas Sextas-Feiras é mesmo para matar uma pessoa. Quer dizer, Português, Matemática e Filosofia no mesmo dia? Arre... NÃO GOSTO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-4745311831613490929?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/4745311831613490929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/09/estas-sextas-feiras-e-mesmo-para-matar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/4745311831613490929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/4745311831613490929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/09/estas-sextas-feiras-e-mesmo-para-matar.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-30258993369806621</id><published>2010-09-23T20:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T21:54:40.316+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compras'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJuuILTcdiI/AAAAAAAAADs/07A9_rFVWbA/s1600/0264279716_1_1_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJuuI2GUAwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/10qCkgJqBbY/s1600/0367806644_1_1_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJuuI2GUAwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/10qCkgJqBbY/s320/0367806644_1_1_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJuuJ2m8mWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbSc_87vXBM/s1600/5520218401_1_1_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJuuJ2m8mWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbSc_87vXBM/s320/5520218401_1_1_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJuuKtgttqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sPXudmIZnmM/s1600/8768304100_1_1_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJuuKtgttqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sPXudmIZnmM/s320/8768304100_1_1_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tudo da Zara. Tudo lindo! E a mala? Já lá está, reservadinha aqui para a mamã!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2849014739165125168-30258993369806621?l=neeeees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/feeds/30258993369806621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/09/tudo-da-zara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/30258993369806621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2849014739165125168/posts/default/30258993369806621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeeees.blogspot.com/2010/09/tudo-da-zara.html' title=''/><author><name>Inês</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06686335081385559265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJoPRmT2A0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CK1w-cplfGo/S220/tumblr_l612c5o4vR1qcknzso1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WPl97DXxSkM/TJuuI2GUAwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/10qCkgJqBbY/s72-c/0367806644_1_1_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2849014739165125168.post-7077960262500118980</id><published>2010-09-22T14:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T15:45:04.567+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olá! O meu nome é Inês. Esta é mais uma tentativa em manter um Blog durante mais de um ano, espero conseguir! Gosto de fotografia, decoração, compras e coisas fúteis. Este Blog vai ser uma forma de partilhar com vocês uma parte da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;
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