<?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-23370380</id><updated>2012-02-11T11:39:19.432Z</updated><title type='text'>*Life Isn't Always Fair*</title><subtitle type='html'>You Think You Know, But You Have No Idea...

What you don't know won't hurt you</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-7281555966942609474</id><published>2012-02-11T04:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-11T04:15:33.371Z</updated><title type='text'>How about this...</title><content type='html'>... Just when I decided to be nice and try to turn things around, I get a big NO... That's the paying for being nice in my world... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-7281555966942609474?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/7281555966942609474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=7281555966942609474' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/7281555966942609474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/7281555966942609474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2012/02/how-about-this.html' title='How about this...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-3103010890901454741</id><published>2012-01-22T01:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-22T01:07:07.926Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Bored!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-3103010890901454741?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/3103010890901454741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=3103010890901454741' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/3103010890901454741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/3103010890901454741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-8622979874015642774</id><published>2011-12-08T01:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-08T01:12:11.741Z</updated><title type='text'>A melhor frase de quarta à noite...</title><content type='html'>Well, I have the best phrase of the month, maybe the year: " stupid and crazy bitchs, women from hell with an awfull temper". this came from someone I really wasn't expecting... How nice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-8622979874015642774?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/8622979874015642774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=8622979874015642774' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/8622979874015642774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/8622979874015642774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/12/melhor-frase-de-quarta-noite.html' title='A melhor frase de quarta à noite...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-7880811166159577067</id><published>2011-11-18T21:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-18T21:29:40.206Z</updated><title type='text'>Same Old Life...</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, how awful this is.... My life is always the same.... See, when you put a tape on repeat, and you keep seeing the same movie, or listening to the same song over and over again... My life is just like that... How nice, or not... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-7880811166159577067?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/7880811166159577067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=7880811166159577067' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/7880811166159577067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/7880811166159577067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/11/same-old-life.html' title='Same Old Life...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-3231240811741960135</id><published>2011-11-12T23:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-12T23:37:15.049Z</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Always the same boring stuff in my life... Blaghhh... I'm really tired of all this... Maybe the idea of packing my bag and run away wasn't so bad after all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-3231240811741960135?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/3231240811741960135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=3231240811741960135' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/3231240811741960135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/3231240811741960135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/11/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-3771765469262120343</id><published>2011-10-05T18:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T18:46:16.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my life...</title><content type='html'>Esplanada, imperial, boa companhia e mto boa disposição... I love my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-3771765469262120343?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/3771765469262120343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=3771765469262120343' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/3771765469262120343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/3771765469262120343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-love-my-life.html' title='I love my life...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-4924806046003608082</id><published>2011-09-04T21:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T21:25:48.967+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quase...</title><content type='html'>... estou quase no ponto de dizer "enough is enough". Ninguém tem cabeça para aguentar isto... Estou tão farta que o mais provável é um dia pegar na mochila e ir embora para nunca mais voltar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-4924806046003608082?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/4924806046003608082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=4924806046003608082' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/4924806046003608082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/4924806046003608082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/09/quase.html' title='Quase...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-2310671792337558063</id><published>2011-08-30T00:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T00:15:51.412+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu quero ir....</title><content type='html'>Para aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wP32KPcu-bU/Tlwdj0b-LKI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/mqD34V8c3Qg/s1600/Nova.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wP32KPcu-bU/Tlwdj0b-LKI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/mqD34V8c3Qg/s320/Nova.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646420534024350882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto encontrada em: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D4el_77dajs/ThYiEJkLZFI/AAAAAAAAAmI/DTYU0VZmfOE/s1600/Nova.jpg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-2310671792337558063?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/2310671792337558063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=2310671792337558063' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/2310671792337558063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/2310671792337558063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/08/eu-quero-ir.html' title='Eu quero ir....'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wP32KPcu-bU/Tlwdj0b-LKI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/mqD34V8c3Qg/s72-c/Nova.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-6286052345402343020</id><published>2011-08-13T00:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T01:36:34.087+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Friends... ;)</title><content type='html'>So we went out for coffee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friend: So, are you working tomorrow morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, just in the afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends Brother: Oh, good, so you can sleep over and we'll do stuff in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, fine,but I'm not doing lunch, you lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: No my friend, you'll BE lunch... LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweet, both of them (but I'm sure cooking lunch anyway...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-6286052345402343020?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/6286052345402343020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=6286052345402343020' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/6286052345402343020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/6286052345402343020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-love-my-friends.html' title='I Love My Friends... ;)'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-6522554929439643449</id><published>2011-08-12T04:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T04:49:21.024+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Get a Life</title><content type='html'>Sabes, no fundo eu sabia muito bem como tudo isto se ia passar, apenas escolhi, temporariamente, acreditar em ti, enquanto isso me entreteve. Agr já passou aquela fase em que "ah e tal é giro" e entrou na fase aborrecida. E como eu não ando com paciência para nada: Get a life, my friend. Far from me,please. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-6522554929439643449?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/6522554929439643449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=6522554929439643449' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/6522554929439643449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/6522554929439643449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/08/get-life.html' title='Get a Life'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-1857355326562433743</id><published>2011-08-09T15:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T15:37:12.047+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje está melhor que ontem...</title><content type='html'>Adoro pessoas (esta frase começou lg mal) que deixam de falar umas com as outras sem razão aparente. É nestes casos que olho e penso: "Ora lá está, pessoas integras e sensatas com quem eu desejo tanto relacionar-me...".&lt;br /&gt;Blaaghhhh... Farta, fartinha desta gente toda. A única coisa boa é que me fazem rir... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-1857355326562433743?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/1857355326562433743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=1857355326562433743' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/1857355326562433743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/1857355326562433743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/08/hoje-esta-melhor-que-ontem.html' title='Hoje está melhor que ontem...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-3396056095663156058</id><published>2011-08-08T15:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T15:28:18.878+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bov1YfrtRrk/Tj_yZ4th9cI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GTcr_6jvBB0/s1600/224073_10150233250542463_108605392462_8517963_3146925_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bov1YfrtRrk/Tj_yZ4th9cI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GTcr_6jvBB0/s320/224073_10150233250542463_108605392462_8517963_3146925_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638491785025156546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... pessoas parvas.&lt;br /&gt;... pessoas cínicas.&lt;br /&gt;... aqueles seres que nos adoram num dia e no outro nem nos falam.&lt;br /&gt;... amores antigos que não me largam.&lt;br /&gt;... falsos amigos.&lt;br /&gt;... falsas esperanças.&lt;br /&gt;... estar de folga e começar a chover.&lt;br /&gt;... ir à praia e estar vento.&lt;br /&gt;... ir a um sítio para ver alguém e essa pessoa não estar lá.&lt;br /&gt;... amigos que mentem.&lt;br /&gt;... combinar alguma coisa e cortarem-se 5 minutos antes.&lt;br /&gt;... sair de casa com um grande espírito e o dia correr terrivelmente mal.&lt;br /&gt;... esperar.&lt;br /&gt;... trânsito quando tenho pressa.&lt;br /&gt;... chegar a casa, estar já acomodada e ver que se acabou o tabaco.&lt;br /&gt;... ligar a tv e apanhar a série nos últimos 2 minutos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro tudo isto... É por estas e por outras tantas que sou como sou... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(foto de "The Cool Hunter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-3396056095663156058?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/3396056095663156058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=3396056095663156058' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/3396056095663156058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/3396056095663156058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/08/adoro.html' title='Adoro...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bov1YfrtRrk/Tj_yZ4th9cI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GTcr_6jvBB0/s72-c/224073_10150233250542463_108605392462_8517963_3146925_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-3158071401373514354</id><published>2011-08-06T23:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:11:13.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Some peolple...</title><content type='html'>... should really learn to keep their mouths shut... They would win bigger things that way... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-3158071401373514354?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/3158071401373514354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=3158071401373514354' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/3158071401373514354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/3158071401373514354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/08/some-peolple.html' title='Some peolple...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-136988492102949535</id><published>2011-08-06T04:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T04:16:33.241+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry...</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry if I was really needing to be with you.It just feels really nice and I wanted to enjoy every bit of it... I understand, really... But I'm like this. You like it, you can have it... You don't like, just through me away and someone will catch me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-136988492102949535?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/136988492102949535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=136988492102949535' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/136988492102949535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/136988492102949535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/08/sorry.html' title='Sorry...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-5841421252334394807</id><published>2011-08-06T04:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T04:11:43.998+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday you'll learn...</title><content type='html'>... when a girl says "Don't go away", you really STAY... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-5841421252334394807?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/5841421252334394807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=5841421252334394807' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/5841421252334394807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/5841421252334394807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/08/someday-youll-learn.html' title='Someday you&apos;ll learn...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-6056969896993027343</id><published>2011-08-05T04:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T04:17:59.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hummmm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gvl7ohY3V_Y/Tjtg3NlpSMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/mlvODfzIq4g/s1600/Adam-Levine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gvl7ohY3V_Y/Tjtg3NlpSMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/mlvODfzIq4g/s320/Adam-Levine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637205860240935106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Levine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-6056969896993027343?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/6056969896993027343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=6056969896993027343' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/6056969896993027343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/6056969896993027343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/08/hummmm.html' title='Hummmm....'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gvl7ohY3V_Y/Tjtg3NlpSMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/mlvODfzIq4g/s72-c/Adam-Levine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-7001765956277026127</id><published>2011-07-28T02:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T02:27:49.237+01:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Verdades</title><content type='html'>Nome completo: Khazneth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Data de nascimento: 25/5/1984&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Qual foi sua:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. última bebida:Vinho Rosé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. última ligação:"Olá, o que andas a fazer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. última mensagem de texto:" Não tens que agradecer, estou aqui para o que der vier"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. última música que ouviu: Eric Clapton "wonderful tonight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Você já:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. saiu com duas pessoas ao mesmo tempo? Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. foi traído? Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. beijou alguém e se arrependeu? Não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. perdeu alguém especial? Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. ficou deprimido? Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. bebeu muito até passar mal? Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liste os seus três filmes favoritos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Merlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Nightmare Before Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Corpse Bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde o ano passado, você:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Fez algum amigo novo: Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Se apaixonou: Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Riu até chorar: Sem dúvida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Conheceu alguém que mudou sua vida: Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Descobriu quem são seus melhores amigos: Já sabia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Aprendeu alguma coisa importante, nova? Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Beijou alguém? Sim &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geral:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Quantas pessoas do seu facebook você conhece pessoalmente? 99%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Você tem algum animal de estimação? Cão, gato e pássaro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Você mudaria seu nome? Não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. O que você fez em seu último aniversário? Estive na praia em Tróia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Que horas acordou hoje? 12:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. O que estava fazendo ontem à meia noite? No café com os amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Está assistindo algo no momento? Nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. O que é algo que você não vê a hora de acontecer? Tanta coisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. A última vez que você viu a sua mãe: Hoje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. O que você gostaria de mudar em você mesmo? Nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. O que você está ouvindo agora? Dirty dancing "Time of My Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Você conhece alguém que tem um nome muito estranho? Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. O que mais te irrita? Pessoas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Página mais visitada na internet: Facebook e Stumble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Apelido: khazneth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Signo do zodíaco: Gémeos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Colégio do 1o grau: Externato Júlio César&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Colégio do secundário: Escola Secundária Braancamp Freire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Faculdade: ISLA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Cor do cabelo: Preto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Comprido ou curto: Comprido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. De onde você é: Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Altura: 1,68 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Vc tem uma queda por alguém? Sem dúvida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. O que vc mais gosta em você? O meu mau feitio... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Tem piercings? Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5O. Tatuagens? Ainda não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Sabe dirigir? Sim&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiras vezes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Primeira cirurgia: Dentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. o que comprou com seu primeiro salário? Roupa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Primeira melhor amiga (o): Sandro e Miguel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Primeiro amor: Tiago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Primeira viagem com amigos: Óbidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ultimamente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. O que você tem visto na TV: Nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58: Último filme que você viu: Revenge of The Bridesmaids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. O que você tem comido: Mta coisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6O. O que você tem bebido: Cerveja, vinho e água&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. O que você vai fazer quando terminar de responder? Dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. O que vc tem ouvido (música): O habitual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. O que você espera para amanhã? Folga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu futuro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Quer ter filhos? Não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Quer se casar? Não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Carreira: Trabalhar na minha área...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é melhor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Lábios ou olhos? Os dois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Abraços ou beijos? Abraços e beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Mais baixos (as) ou mais altos (as)? Mais altos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Mais velhos (as) ou mais novos (as)? Indiferente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Romântica ou espontânea? Espontâneo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Braços sarados ou pernas saradas? Pernas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Beleza ou inteligência? As duas coisas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Relacionamento sério ou só diversão? Por agora, só diversão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Extroversão ou timidez? Extroversão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você já:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Beijou um estranho?  Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Fumou? Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Partiu o coração de alguém?n Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Teve seu coração partido? Sim &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Foi preso (a)? Não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Beijou alguém do mesmo sexo? Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Chorou quando alguém morreu? Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você acredita em:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Você mesmo(a)?Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. milagres? Não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. amor à primeira vista? Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. paraíso? Só na terra, cada um de nós faz o seu próprio paraíso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. papai noel? Não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. na fada do dente? Não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90: Deus? Não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91: SÓ amizade entre homem e mulher Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92: "amigos com benefícios"? Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93: "felizes para sempre"? Não&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinceridade:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94: teve mais de um namorado/a ao mesmo tempo? Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95: cantou em voz alta hoje? Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96: Já traiu? Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97: Se apaixonou por um amigo? Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98: ficou com quem não podia? Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100: Tem medo de postar essas 100 verdade? Não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(questionário encontrado no Facebook)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-7001765956277026127?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/7001765956277026127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=7001765956277026127' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/7001765956277026127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/7001765956277026127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/07/100-verdades.html' title='100 Verdades'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-6182547392233999055</id><published>2011-07-26T03:06:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T03:29:00.161+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as I know it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AYj-0X4plhk/Ti4luKiXFfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/n0gqFnFnCxc/s1600/DSCF0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AYj-0X4plhk/Ti4luKiXFfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/n0gqFnFnCxc/s320/DSCF0094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633481658919753202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então sabes o que te digo: um dia vais encontrar alguém exactamente igual a ti, tal e qual como tu sempre sonhas-te e desejas-te. Finalmente, a tão falada "oura metade da laranja". Nesse momento,meu amigo, vais apaixonar-te perdidamente, de uma forma inexplicável. Vão fazer tudo juntos, vão sentir-se invencíveis, capazes de conquistar o mundo, vão ser felizes. Igual a esse amor impensável e paixão que te corta o ar, nunca vais encontrar nada. E um dia, vai acabar. Tal como todas as coisas boas da vida. Porque estarmos a viver com um espelho a nosso lado pode transformar-se na mais cruel da torturas. Esse castelo fantástico onde vivias vai cair por terra.&lt;br /&gt;O mal, meu amigo, é que nunca, mas nunca, esse amor vai acabar. Jamais sairá do teu peito esse sentimento tão forte. Mas com isso virá também a certeza que serias incapaz de viver assim o resto da tua vida...&lt;br /&gt;O tempo vai passar, muitas coisas vão acontecer, muitas coisas vão mudar, menos esse sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;E quanto a isso, meu amigo, o único conselho que te posso dar é aquele que a experiência e a vida me deram: acredita que a cada dia que passa vais saber lidar com isso e , um dia, vais olhar para trás,para esse cantinho do teu coração, e vais saber que sem isso, sem ter conhecido a parte que realmente te completa e sem teres aprendido a sobreviver a ela, não serias metade da pessoa que és hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca seremos capazes de viver com alguém exactamente igual a nós, mas seremos sempre capazes de adaptar a nossa vida para nos aproximarmos de quem gostamos.&lt;br /&gt;E isso, meu amigo, é que é realmente importante...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-6182547392233999055?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/6182547392233999055/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=6182547392233999055' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/6182547392233999055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/6182547392233999055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-as-i-know-it.html' title='Life as I know it...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AYj-0X4plhk/Ti4luKiXFfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/n0gqFnFnCxc/s72-c/DSCF0094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-331108122164764063</id><published>2011-07-26T02:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T03:04:49.747+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aluy1PrWcPA/Ti4ghmrnxDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/u9_kxDvRCvc/s1600/Natural%2BPark%2B%25287%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aluy1PrWcPA/Ti4ghmrnxDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/u9_kxDvRCvc/s320/Natural%2BPark%2B%25287%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633475945578349618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... sermos todos diferentes permite-me conhecer e aprender algo novo todos os dias. e mais, se todos fossem iguais a mim, o mundo não seria um lugar nada fácil para se viver...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-331108122164764063?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/331108122164764063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=331108122164764063' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/331108122164764063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/331108122164764063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/07/sabes.html' title='Sabes...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aluy1PrWcPA/Ti4ghmrnxDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/u9_kxDvRCvc/s72-c/Natural%2BPark%2B%25287%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-4318204121427100032</id><published>2011-07-24T03:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T03:11:00.649+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0LYGV8ow2E/Tit_LuBWqgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HfrKYPldfkI/s1600/painful.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0LYGV8ow2E/Tit_LuBWqgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HfrKYPldfkI/s320/painful.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632735598265936386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... the sweet taste of disappointment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-4318204121427100032?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/4318204121427100032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=4318204121427100032' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/4318204121427100032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/4318204121427100032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/07/ohhh.html' title='Ohhh...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0LYGV8ow2E/Tit_LuBWqgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HfrKYPldfkI/s72-c/painful.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-975535161329378370</id><published>2011-07-20T03:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T03:11:58.601+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Breath...</title><content type='html'>And it's over... Finally... I couldn't take it anymore. Let's just see how many days will it pass until it's the drama again. I hope it never comes, but you'll never know for sure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-975535161329378370?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/975535161329378370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=975535161329378370' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/975535161329378370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/975535161329378370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/07/last-breath.html' title='The Last Breath...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-4961416047956635530</id><published>2011-07-19T02:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T02:54:42.428+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Compreensão...</title><content type='html'>... E já estava eu a desesperar, quando disse que tinha sono porque estive a jogar até tarde... Olharam todos para mim e perguntaram: "A jogar o quê?". E eu, na minha inocência disse muito feliz: "God of War... Hummm, so good...". Seguiram-se caras de admiração e ares de quem não fazia ideia do que é que estava para ali a dizer. Quando já estava a respirar fundo a preparar-me para explicar, uma vózinha lá no fundo fez a minha face iluminar-se: "O 1, o 2 ou o 3?!"... Ahhhh, finally people that thing alike... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-4961416047956635530?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/4961416047956635530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=4961416047956635530' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/4961416047956635530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/4961416047956635530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/07/compreensao.html' title='Compreensão...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-2410941357182072958</id><published>2011-07-16T08:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T08:27:36.134+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm thinking about you right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-2410941357182072958?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/2410941357182072958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=2410941357182072958' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/2410941357182072958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/2410941357182072958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-thinking-about-you-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-4365432298265690682</id><published>2011-07-05T02:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T02:22:13.244+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Need You Now" - Lady Antebellum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gvc1cZinDsk/ThJnPAtTu2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/hxtEos-DhFg/s1600/Lady-Antebellum-Need-You-Now.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gvc1cZinDsk/ThJnPAtTu2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/hxtEos-DhFg/s320/Lady-Antebellum-Need-You-Now.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625672392124906338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture perfect memories, scattered all around the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for the phone cause, I can't fight it any more.&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if I ever cross your mind.&lt;br /&gt;For me it happens all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;I said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how I can do without, I just need you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot of whiskey, can't stop looking at the door.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before.&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if I ever cross your mind.&lt;br /&gt;For me it happens all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;I said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how I can do without, I just need you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;And I said I wouldn't call, but I'm a little drunk and I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how I can do without, I just need you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more: http://artists.letssingit.com/lady-antebellum-lyrics-need-you-now-9rw4nrx#ixzz1RBoL3qKZ&lt;br /&gt;LetsSingIt - Your favorite Music Community&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-4365432298265690682?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/4365432298265690682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=4365432298265690682' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/4365432298265690682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/4365432298265690682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/07/need-you-now-lady-antebellum.html' title='&quot;Need You Now&quot; - Lady Antebellum'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gvc1cZinDsk/ThJnPAtTu2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/hxtEos-DhFg/s72-c/Lady-Antebellum-Need-You-Now.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-4333225168794070720</id><published>2011-07-05T01:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T01:51:25.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tl91OfZOsF0/ThJfcZnqx2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/OVxDX_aE1Fs/s1600/31032011_028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tl91OfZOsF0/ThJfcZnqx2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/OVxDX_aE1Fs/s320/31032011_028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625663826057414498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if, just for a moment, all would be exactly as you wish?! What a wonderful moment it would be....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-4333225168794070720?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/4333225168794070720/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=4333225168794070720' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/4333225168794070720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/4333225168794070720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/07/tonight-thoghts.html' title='Tonight thoughts...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tl91OfZOsF0/ThJfcZnqx2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/OVxDX_aE1Fs/s72-c/31032011_028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-1497227782654981975</id><published>2011-07-01T03:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T03:25:00.311+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"E.T." - Katy Perry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-stit899Mqwg/Tg0vnkaaMlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-8EWJARLulg/s1600/katy-perry-et-kanye-west-300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-stit899Mqwg/Tg0vnkaaMlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-8EWJARLulg/s320/katy-perry-et-kanye-west-300x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624203866491466322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so hypnotising&lt;br /&gt;could u be the devil, could you be an angel&lt;br /&gt;your touch magnetizing&lt;br /&gt;feels like going floating, leave my body glowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say be afraid&lt;br /&gt;you're not like the others, futuristic lovers&lt;br /&gt;different DNA, they dont understand u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're from a whole other/another world&lt;br /&gt;a different dimention&lt;br /&gt;you open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and im ready to go, lead me into the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, k-k-kiss me&lt;br /&gt;infect me with your love, and fill me with your poison&lt;br /&gt;take me, t-t-take me&lt;br /&gt;wanna be your victim, ready for abduction&lt;br /&gt;boy, you're an alien, your touch so far away&lt;br /&gt;its supernatural, extraterrestrial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so super sonic&lt;br /&gt;wanna feel your powers, stumb me with your lasers&lt;br /&gt;your kiss is cosmic, every move is magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're from a whole other/another world&lt;br /&gt;a different dimension&lt;br /&gt;you open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and im ready to go, lead me into the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, k-k-kiss me&lt;br /&gt;infect me with your love, and fill me with your poison&lt;br /&gt;take me, t-t-take me&lt;br /&gt;wanna be your victim, ready for abduction&lt;br /&gt;boy, you're an alien, your touch so far away&lt;br /&gt;its supernatural, extraterrestrial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this transcendental, on another level&lt;br /&gt;boy, you're my lucky star&lt;br /&gt;i wanna walk on your wave length&lt;br /&gt;and be there when you vibrate&lt;br /&gt;for you i risk it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, k-k-kiss me&lt;br /&gt;infect me with your love, and fill me with your poison&lt;br /&gt;take me, t-t-take me&lt;br /&gt;wanna be your victim, ready for abduction&lt;br /&gt;boy, you're an alien, your touch so far away&lt;br /&gt;its supernatural, extraterrestrial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraterrestrial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraterrestrial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you're an alien, your touch so far away&lt;br /&gt;its supernatural, extraterrestrial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-1497227782654981975?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/1497227782654981975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=1497227782654981975' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/1497227782654981975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/1497227782654981975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/07/et-katy-perry.html' title='&quot;E.T.&quot; - Katy Perry'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-stit899Mqwg/Tg0vnkaaMlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-8EWJARLulg/s72-c/katy-perry-et-kanye-west-300x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-8836971219324344543</id><published>2011-07-01T02:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T02:14:58.185+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, for crying out loud...</title><content type='html'>At least I'm honest... I don't have a lying bone in my body. And why? Because nobody really believes in the truth... So my I option is to always tell the truth, and the others choose to believe it or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying is to much trouble and requires an effort of memory I can not give...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-8836971219324344543?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/8836971219324344543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=8836971219324344543' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/8836971219324344543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/8836971219324344543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-for-crying-out-loud.html' title='Oh, for crying out loud...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-7766259930198117929</id><published>2011-06-28T03:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T03:31:28.175+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Close Your Eyes" - Djodje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zSmv9UMNDNE/Tgk89yK9X7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/PhbKV0ERiKw/s1600/dance-1323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zSmv9UMNDNE/Tgk89yK9X7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/PhbKV0ERiKw/s320/dance-1323.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623092641886199730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentu di club encostado na bar&lt;br /&gt;Nha drink na mao sta a observab (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Kel pretty girl prendi nha olhar&lt;br /&gt;Fazel um sinal pa proximá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N'stendi nha mon baby aceita (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;N'flal baixinho na ouvido close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna dance with you&lt;br /&gt;I know that you want it too&lt;br /&gt;I make you feel good (yeah) just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna dance with you&lt;br /&gt;I know that you want it too i make you feel good (yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nha mon ta desliza na bu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto bus labios ta toca nha rosto&lt;br /&gt;Djan culpa bu tchero tao tao sabi&lt;br /&gt;Ki ta fazen... viajaaaa&lt;br /&gt;N'stendi nha mon baby aceita&lt;br /&gt;N'flal baixinho na ouvido close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna dance with you&lt;br /&gt;I know that you want it too&lt;br /&gt;I make you feel good baby just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna dance with you&lt;br /&gt;I know that you want it too&lt;br /&gt;I make you feel good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break it down&lt;br /&gt;Hey girl just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Baby close your eyessss i just wanna dance with you&lt;br /&gt;I know that you want it too&lt;br /&gt;I make you feel good just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna dance with you i know that you want it too&lt;br /&gt;I make you feel good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-7766259930198117929?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/7766259930198117929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=7766259930198117929' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/7766259930198117929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/7766259930198117929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/06/close-your-eyes-djodje.html' title='&quot;Close Your Eyes&quot; - Djodje'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zSmv9UMNDNE/Tgk89yK9X7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/PhbKV0ERiKw/s72-c/dance-1323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-7974057925704473913</id><published>2011-06-27T04:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T04:48:53.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Só me apetece dizer...</title><content type='html'>Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronto, já passou... Estou muito melhor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-7974057925704473913?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/7974057925704473913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=7974057925704473913' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/7974057925704473913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/7974057925704473913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-me-apetece-dizer.html' title='Só me apetece dizer...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-2631721205079456414</id><published>2011-06-27T04:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T04:16:35.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Part Of Your World"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eqJSTNYH-EY/Tgf18Uata5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/iE8ZVN5glw8/s1600/ariel-236321.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eqJSTNYH-EY/Tgf18Uata5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/iE8ZVN5glw8/s320/ariel-236321.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622733076417047442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARIEL&lt;br /&gt;(Maybe he's right. Maybe there is something the matter with me.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't see how a world that makes such wonderful things could be bad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this stuff&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it neat?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you think I'm the girl&lt;br /&gt;The girl who has everything?&lt;br /&gt;Look at this trove&lt;br /&gt;Treasures untold&lt;br /&gt;How many wonders can one cavern hold?&lt;br /&gt;Looking around here you think&lt;br /&gt;Sure, she's got everything&lt;br /&gt;I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty&lt;br /&gt;I've got whozits and whatzits galore&lt;br /&gt;You want thingamabobs?&lt;br /&gt;I've got twenty!&lt;br /&gt;But who cares?&lt;br /&gt;No big deal&lt;br /&gt;I want more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be where the people are&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see, wanna see them dancin'&lt;br /&gt;Walking around on those - what do you call 'em?&lt;br /&gt;Oh - feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flippin' your fins, you don't get too far&lt;br /&gt;Legs are required for jumping, dancing&lt;br /&gt;Strolling along down a - what's that word again?&lt;br /&gt;Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up where they walk, up where they run&lt;br /&gt;Up where they stay all day in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Wanderin' free - wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;Part of that world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I give if I could live out of these waters?&lt;br /&gt;What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand?&lt;br /&gt;Bet'cha on land they understand&lt;br /&gt;That they don't reprimand their daughters&lt;br /&gt;Proper women sick of swimmin'&lt;br /&gt;Ready to stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ready to know what the people know&lt;br /&gt;Ask 'em my questions and get some answers&lt;br /&gt;What's a fire and why does it - what's the word?&lt;br /&gt;Burn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's it my turn?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't I love, love to explore that world up above?&lt;br /&gt;Out of the sea&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;Part of that world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-2631721205079456414?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/2631721205079456414/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=2631721205079456414' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/2631721205079456414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/2631721205079456414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/06/part-of-your-world.html' title='&quot;Part Of Your World&quot;'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eqJSTNYH-EY/Tgf18Uata5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/iE8ZVN5glw8/s72-c/ariel-236321.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-4985683412344949531</id><published>2011-05-27T00:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T00:56:24.049+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ten Commandments Of Owning A Pet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zMbgeBSXXyM/Td7oaU2jv3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/4c7DjfHCxt0/s1600/KhAzNeTh%25283%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zMbgeBSXXyM/Td7oaU2jv3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/4c7DjfHCxt0/s320/KhAzNeTh%25283%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611177724722003826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lkNuWniREaU/Td7oaOmbftI/AAAAAAAAAGo/eddD2vcyEdI/s1600/30072010_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lkNuWniREaU/Td7oaOmbftI/AAAAAAAAAGo/eddD2vcyEdI/s320/30072010_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611177723043741394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jp58DKCbfL4/Td7oaKSvEcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1rzojARFoMA/s1600/Pilhas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jp58DKCbfL4/Td7oaKSvEcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1rzojARFoMA/s320/Pilhas3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611177721887396290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My life is likely to last ten to fifteen years. Any separation from you will be painful for me. Remember that before you acquire me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Give me time to understand what you want from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Place your trust in me. Remember that before you acquire me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don’t be angry with me for long and don’t lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, and your entertainment. I only have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don’t understand your words, I understand your voice when it is speaking to me. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Remember before you hit me that I have teeth that can easily crush the bones in your hand, but I choose not to bite you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Before you scold me for being uncooperative, obstinate, or lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I don’t understand what you ask of me or perhaps I am not feeling well, not getting the right food, been out in the sun too long, or my heart is getting old and weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Take care of me when I get old, you too will grow old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say " I can’t bear to watch," or "let it happen in my absence." Everything is easier if you are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Remember, no matter what, that I love you. Unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in, http://weruletheinternet.com/2011/05/06/the-ten-commandments-of-owning-a-pet/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-4985683412344949531?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/4985683412344949531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=4985683412344949531' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/4985683412344949531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/4985683412344949531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/05/ten-commandments-of-owning-pet.html' title='The Ten Commandments Of Owning A Pet'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zMbgeBSXXyM/Td7oaU2jv3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/4c7DjfHCxt0/s72-c/KhAzNeTh%25283%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-693043036211971199</id><published>2011-03-31T14:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T14:13:25.758+01:00</updated><title type='text'>União Zoófila</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PzSmBUicvn4/TZR96tzdkUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OwzG426xxfo/s1600/6130_229938575310_157983395310_7639285_1123228_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dx3SucJraTI/Tgk9XiphE2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/ESrHgwOMQrE/s320/MusicCatalog_J_JoJo%2B-%2BJoJo_JoJo%2B-%2BJoJo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623093084396000098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're getting me out of my head, kid!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Forever In My Life Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhoh Yeah Yeahhh Ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Way Your Part Of me,&lt;br /&gt;I Would have to re-learn everything,&lt;br /&gt;If You were to leave,&lt;br /&gt;So fast you make me feel like was autumn Leaves,&lt;br /&gt;And honestly..There a perfect explination&lt;br /&gt;Why you feel so good to say that your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorous:&lt;br /&gt;My love,my love,my love&lt;br /&gt;i´ll give you all my love if you,if you,&lt;br /&gt;if you dont change a thing,&lt;br /&gt;About the way you hold me everynight,&lt;br /&gt;so right, i wanna man like you forever in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a Stick inside a jar,&lt;br /&gt;turn the lid and set me free,&lt;br /&gt;I Love Everything that you are,&lt;br /&gt;has a million other reasons,&lt;br /&gt;But lets not go to far,&lt;br /&gt;Stay,close to my heart,&lt;br /&gt;When I think about the future,&lt;br /&gt;i am right there where you are,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you´re...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorous:&lt;br /&gt;My love,my love,my love&lt;br /&gt;i´ll give you all my love if you,if you,&lt;br /&gt;if you dont change a thing,&lt;br /&gt;About the way you hold me everynight,&lt;br /&gt;so right, i wanna man like you to say you´re,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love,my love,my love&lt;br /&gt;i´ll give you all my love if you,if you,&lt;br /&gt;if you dont change a thing,&lt;br /&gt;About the way you hold me everynight,&lt;br /&gt;so right, i wanna man like you forever in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know,that you,would never leave me hanging,&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out to dry in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;I know that we haven´t seen the worst ofit,&lt;br /&gt;But when we do,i promise you we´ll stick it out together.&lt;br /&gt;[ Forever In My Life Lyrics on http://www.elyricsworld.com/ ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorous 2x :&lt;br /&gt;My love,my love,my love&lt;br /&gt;i´ll give you all my love if you,if you,&lt;br /&gt;if you dont change a thing,&lt;br /&gt;About the way you hold me everynight,&lt;br /&gt;so right, i wanna man like you forever in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so right, i wanna man like you forever in my lifeeeeee(...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-2540997727943603253?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/2540997727943603253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=2540997727943603253' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/2540997727943603253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/2540997727943603253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/02/jojo-forever-in-my-life.html' title='Jojo - Forever In My Life'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dx3SucJraTI/Tgk9XiphE2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/ESrHgwOMQrE/s72-c/MusicCatalog_J_JoJo%2B-%2BJoJo_JoJo%2B-%2BJoJo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-990104056720974277</id><published>2011-02-21T01:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-21T01:16:58.698Z</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W6j_qpxpON8/TWG8-Bz--bI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hj75wCEHBh4/s1600/Lab%2B%252827%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W6j_qpxpON8/TWG8-Bz--bI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hj75wCEHBh4/s200/Lab%2B%252827%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575945587485768114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a butterflie... I want tiny wings in my back and I want to fly away... So far, far away... I don't feel butterflies in my stomach, I feel them all over my body... I don't want this, I just wish that, instead of feeling them, I could be one... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and fly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-990104056720974277?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/990104056720974277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=990104056720974277' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/990104056720974277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/990104056720974277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/02/butterflies-ii.html' title='Butterflies II'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W6j_qpxpON8/TWG8-Bz--bI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hj75wCEHBh4/s72-c/Lab%2B%252827%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-6906468619510257011</id><published>2011-01-15T21:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-15T21:40:54.881Z</updated><title type='text'>Stats About Me  on Facebook...</title><content type='html'>Ana Rita Branco has 421 friends.  195 of them are male, 167 are female, and 59 are confused about their gender.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on her Facebook profile, Ana has a 82% chance of getting married and is likely to have 3 children over her reproductive years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will make about $6,992,723 in her life and pay $2,097,817 in taxes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Ana's life, she will have spent 28 years sleeping, and 586 hours on the toilet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will probably live to be about 85 years old.  379 people will attend her funeral with 9 of them expecting some kind of inheritance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-6906468619510257011?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/6906468619510257011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=6906468619510257011' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/6906468619510257011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/6906468619510257011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2011/01/stats-about-me-on-facebook.html' title='Stats About Me  on Facebook...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-943650953254927062</id><published>2010-12-12T05:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-12T05:16:43.326Z</updated><title type='text'>Rebound Chick -  Nelson Freitas</title><content type='html'>Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my swagga right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to the club tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find me a one night thang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been outta game for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But im back fresher than ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not about to let nobody tied me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when you left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But time heal's all wounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And noooww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for my rebound chick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl could you be it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love love love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for that rebound chick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you just may be it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love love love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey hey hey (3x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my swagger right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm headin to the club tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get crazy stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might even cross the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get my drink on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And blame it on the alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hold none of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against me noo noo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Hook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey hey hey (3x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can have sex in the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex in the living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex on the stove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex in the elevator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring the alarm ring the alarm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can have sex in the Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or on the stairways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back of my car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or in the driveway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex girl wherever you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring the alarm ring the alarm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This s me now... Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-943650953254927062?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/943650953254927062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=943650953254927062' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/943650953254927062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/943650953254927062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2010/12/rebound-chick-nelson-freitas.html' title='Rebound Chick -  Nelson Freitas'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-5399619406226001963</id><published>2010-12-12T05:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-12T05:14:10.000Z</updated><title type='text'>Me, just me...</title><content type='html'>And as for today resolution, I decide I'm going to be everything people says I am... There will be blood, there will be tears, but I just don't give a fuck... This is me... Deal with it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-5399619406226001963?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/5399619406226001963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=5399619406226001963' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/5399619406226001963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/5399619406226001963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2010/12/me-just-me.html' title='Me, just me...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-5490037036981405954</id><published>2010-12-09T21:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-09T21:08:53.117Z</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>Finally free... All my life is falling apart. I'm tired of this kind of life... But at least I'm free...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-5490037036981405954?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/5490037036981405954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=5490037036981405954' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/5490037036981405954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/5490037036981405954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2010/12/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-7400401726158977465</id><published>2010-12-06T00:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-06T00:27:59.607Z</updated><title type='text'>And now for something very, very old...</title><content type='html'>Jewel - "Near You Always"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't say I love you,&lt;br /&gt;those words touch me much too deeply&lt;br /&gt;and they make my core tremble&lt;br /&gt;Don't think you realize the effect you have over me&lt;br /&gt;Please don't look at me like that&lt;br /&gt;It just makes me want to make you near me always&lt;br /&gt;Please don't kiss me so sweet&lt;br /&gt;it makes me crave a thousand kisses to follow&lt;br /&gt;And please don't touch me like that&lt;br /&gt;makes every other embrace seem pale and shallow&lt;br /&gt;And please don't come so close&lt;br /&gt;it just makes me want to make you near me always&lt;br /&gt;Please don't bring me flowers&lt;br /&gt;they only whisper the sweet things you'd say&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to understand me&lt;br /&gt;your hands already know too much anyway&lt;br /&gt;It just makes me want to make you near me always&lt;br /&gt;And when you look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;please know my heart is in your hands&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing that I understand, but when in your arms&lt;br /&gt;you have complete power over me&lt;br /&gt;So be gentle if you please, 'cause&lt;br /&gt;Your hands are in my hair, but my heart is in your teeth&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me want to make you near me always&lt;br /&gt;Your hands are in my hair, but my heart is in your teeth&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me want to make you near me always&lt;br /&gt;I want to be near you always&lt;br /&gt;I want to be near you always&lt;br /&gt;I want to be near you always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-7400401726158977465?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/7400401726158977465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=7400401726158977465' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/7400401726158977465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/7400401726158977465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-now-for-something-very-very-old.html' title='And now for something very, very old...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-2087238206653065000</id><published>2010-12-05T23:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-05T23:09:50.413Z</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies</title><content type='html'>I just wish I could feel another butterfly in my stomach... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would he be the one that will manage to do this for me?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-5784037868756186721</id><published>2010-10-20T02:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T02:37:48.969+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Maitena</title><content type='html'>"Nós, as mulheres, apaixonamo-nos pelo Che Guevara e depois pedimos-lhe que corte a barba."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-5784037868756186721?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/5784037868756186721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=5784037868756186721' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/5784037868756186721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/5784037868756186721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2010/10/maitena.html' title='Maitena'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-8926264570011511952</id><published>2010-08-30T00:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T00:32:01.462+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is What I Want to Hear...</title><content type='html'>This is exactly want I want to say to you and what I want to hear from you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Black Eyed Peas - "Meet Me Halfway"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't go any further then this&lt;br /&gt;I want you so badly, it's my biggest wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my time just thinkin thinkin thinkin bout you&lt;br /&gt;Every single day yes, i'm really missin' missin' you&lt;br /&gt;And all those things we use to use to use to do&lt;br /&gt;Hey girl, wuz up, it use to be just me and you&lt;br /&gt;I spent my time just thinkin thinkin thinkin bout you&lt;br /&gt;Every single day, yes i'm really missin missin you&lt;br /&gt;And all those things we use to use to use to do&lt;br /&gt;Hey girl wuz up, wuz up, wuz up, wuz up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me halfway, right at the boarderline&lt;br /&gt;That's where i'm gonna wait, for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be lookin out, night n'day&lt;br /&gt;Took my heart to the limit, and this is where i'll stay&lt;br /&gt;I can't go any further then this&lt;br /&gt;I want you so bad it's my only wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl,i travel round the world and even sail the seven seas&lt;br /&gt;Across the universe I go to other galexies&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me where you want, just tell me where you wanna to meet&lt;br /&gt;I navigate myself myself to take me where you be&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl I want, i, i, I want you right now&lt;br /&gt;I travel uptown (town) I travel downtown&lt;br /&gt;I wanna to have you around (round) like every single day&lt;br /&gt;I love you alway..way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you meet me half way (I'll meet you halfway)&lt;br /&gt;Right at the boarderline&lt;br /&gt;That's where i'm gonna wait, for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be lookin out, night n'day&lt;br /&gt;Took my heart to the limit, and this is where i'll stay&lt;br /&gt;I can't go any further then this&lt;br /&gt;I want you so bad it's my only wish&lt;br /&gt;I can't go any further then this&lt;br /&gt;I want you so bad it's my only wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's walk the bridge, to the other side&lt;br /&gt;Just you and I (just you and I)&lt;br /&gt;I will fly, i'll fly the skies, for you and I (for you and I)&lt;br /&gt;I will try, until I die, for you and i, for you and i, for for you and i,&lt;br /&gt;For for you and i, for for you and i, for you and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you meet me half way (yup yup)&lt;br /&gt;Can you meet me half way (yup yup)&lt;br /&gt;Can you meet me half way (yup yup)&lt;br /&gt;Can you meet me half way (yup yup)&lt;br /&gt;Meet me half way, right at the boarderline&lt;br /&gt;That's where i'm gonna wait, for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be lookin out, night n'day&lt;br /&gt;Took my heart to the limit, and this is where i'll stay&lt;br /&gt;I can't go any further then this&lt;br /&gt;I want you so bad it's my only wish&lt;br /&gt;I can't go any further then this&lt;br /&gt;I want you so bad it's my only wish"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you, A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-8926264570011511952?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/8926264570011511952/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=8926264570011511952' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/8926264570011511952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/8926264570011511952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-what-i-want-to-hear.html' title='This Is What I Want to Hear...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-6324457515298273579</id><published>2010-08-23T23:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:14:17.612+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Leiden</title><content type='html'>I'm here... I'm happy... This is beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Miss You A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-6324457515298273579?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/6324457515298273579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=6324457515298273579' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/6324457515298273579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/6324457515298273579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2010/08/leiden.html' title='Leiden'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-6822964663954135035</id><published>2010-08-21T05:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T06:00:33.802+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Together</title><content type='html'>There are some people that are meant to be together. Not always, but sometimes along the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this down in my facebook status after being with him... He's one of my greatest passions... Oh, what the hell, he was the greatest passion of my entire life. We can't be together, the world doesn't let us, life is against... But we turn things around by being together everytime we can... And I enjoy it everytime like it is the last time that I breath...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-6822964663954135035?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/6822964663954135035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=6822964663954135035' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/6822964663954135035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/6822964663954135035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2010/08/together.html' title='Together'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-182086360914230688</id><published>2010-08-02T05:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T05:55:45.257+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dante's Inferno Test</title><content type='html'>Já tinha feito uma vez... Repeti, e, pelos vistos, mudei de nível... LOL... Só pode querer dizer que isto nem com a idade vai ao sítio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many and varied sinners suffer eternally in the multi-leveled Malebolge, an ampitheatre-shapped pit of despair Wholly of stone and of an iron colour: Those guilty of fraudulence and malice; the seducers and pimps, who are whipped by horned demons; the hypocrites, who struggle to walk in lead-lined cloaks; the barraters, who are ducked in boiling pitch by demons known as the Malebranche. The simonists, wedged into stone holes, and whose feet are licked by flames, kick and writhe desperately. The magicians, diviners, fortune tellers, and panderers are all here, as are the thieves. Some wallow in human excrement. Serpents writhe and wrap around men, sometimes fusing into each other. Bodies are torn apart. When you arrive, you will want to put your hands over your ears because of the lamentations of the sinners here, who are afflicted with scabs like leprosy, and lay sick on the ground, furiously scratching their skin off with their nails. Indeed, justice divine doth smite them with its hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" style="margin: 5px; background-color: #000000; border: none; font: 10pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;tr style="font: bold 12pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220033; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #110022; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ee2244; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #330011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #440011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ee2244; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #550011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ee2244; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #660011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ee2244; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #770011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #880011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ee2244; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #990011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante's Inferno Hell Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-182086360914230688?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/182086360914230688/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=182086360914230688' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/182086360914230688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/182086360914230688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2010/08/dantes-inferno-test.html' title='Dante&apos;s Inferno Test'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-3117785875515444653</id><published>2010-07-22T03:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T03:25:46.224+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai!</title><content type='html'>Ai, que me dói a eloquência... Bem, na realidade dói-me só uma perninha, mas podia mto bem ser pior... LOL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-3117785875515444653?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/3117785875515444653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=3117785875515444653' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/3117785875515444653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/3117785875515444653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2010/07/ai.html' title='Ai!'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-7732499936367851306</id><published>2010-05-13T02:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T02:42:26.431+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Remember me this way"</title><content type='html'>Every now and then&lt;br /&gt;We find a special friend&lt;br /&gt;Who never lets us down&lt;br /&gt;Who understands it all&lt;br /&gt;Reaches out each time you fall&lt;br /&gt;You're the best friend that I've found&lt;br /&gt;I know you can't stay&lt;br /&gt;A part of you will never ever go away&lt;br /&gt;Your heart will stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'll make a wish for you&lt;br /&gt;And hope it will come true&lt;br /&gt;That life would just be kind&lt;br /&gt;To such a gentle mind&lt;br /&gt;If you lose your way&lt;br /&gt;Think back on yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Remember me this way&lt;br /&gt;Remember me this way&lt;br /&gt;Hmm���.. this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;The love you bring to me&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I go&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you'll be there&lt;br /&gt;Forever more apart of time, you're everywhere&lt;br /&gt;I'll always cares&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat *)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be right behind your shoulder watching you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be standing by your side and all you do&lt;br /&gt;And I won't ever leave&lt;br /&gt;As long as you believe&lt;br /&gt;You just believe&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat *)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember me this way" by Jordan Hill (Casper OST)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W7cW5YlHaeQ&amp;playnext_from=TL&amp;videos=mWpNTd-x_Ao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one word to you: Can I Keep You?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-7732499936367851306?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/7732499936367851306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=7732499936367851306' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/7732499936367851306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/7732499936367851306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2010/05/remember-me-this-way.html' title='&quot;Remember me this way&quot;'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-1499114060174091210</id><published>2010-05-09T04:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T04:12:00.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What has he done to me...</title><content type='html'>Saturday night... A horrible weather outside... I don't feel like going anywhere, and don't feel like being here... I really don't know what I'm feeling... What has he done to me?! Why am I feeling so strange?! Can't sleep, all I can do is think, but I don't even know what I'm thinking...&lt;br /&gt;Please, can somebody that me out of my own head?!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-1499114060174091210?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/1499114060174091210/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=1499114060174091210' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/1499114060174091210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/1499114060174091210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-has-he-done-to-me.html' title='What has he done to me...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-5516841218804187135</id><published>2010-05-07T00:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T00:50:54.227+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>"When moonlight crawls along the street&lt;br /&gt;Chasing away the summer heat&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps outside, somewhere below&lt;br /&gt;The world revolves, I've let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We build our Church above the street&lt;br /&gt;We practiced love between these sheets&lt;br /&gt;The candy sweetness scent of you&lt;br /&gt;It bathes my skin, I'm stained of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I have to do is hold you&lt;br /&gt;There's a racing within my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I am barely touching you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the lights down low&lt;br /&gt;Take it off, let me show&lt;br /&gt;My love for you insatiable&lt;br /&gt;Turn me on, never stop&lt;br /&gt;Wanna taste every drop&lt;br /&gt;My love for you insatiable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moonlight plays upon your skin&lt;br /&gt;A kiss that lingers takes me in&lt;br /&gt;I fall asleep inside of you&lt;br /&gt;There are no words, there's only truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in breathe out, there is no sound&lt;br /&gt;We move together up and down&lt;br /&gt;We levitate our bodies soar&lt;br /&gt;Our feet don't even touch the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nobody knows you like I do&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the world may not understand&lt;br /&gt;That I grow stronger in your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the lights down low&lt;br /&gt;Take it off, let me show&lt;br /&gt;My love for you insatiable&lt;br /&gt;Turn me on, never stop&lt;br /&gt;Wanna taste every drop&lt;br /&gt;My love for you insatiable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the lights down low&lt;br /&gt;Take it off, let me show&lt;br /&gt;My love for you insatiable&lt;br /&gt;Turn me on, never stop&lt;br /&gt;Wanna taste every drop&lt;br /&gt;My love for you insatiable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the lights down low&lt;br /&gt;Take it off, let me show&lt;br /&gt;My love for you insatiable&lt;br /&gt;Turn me on, never stop&lt;br /&gt;Wanna taste every drop&lt;br /&gt;My love for you insatiable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;We never sleep, we're always holding hands&lt;br /&gt;Kissing for hours talking and making plans&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a better man, just being in the same room&lt;br /&gt;We never sleep, there's just so much to do&lt;br /&gt;So much to say can't close my eyes when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;Insatiable the way I'm loving you, oh baby, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the lights down low&lt;br /&gt;Take it off, let me show&lt;br /&gt;My love for you insatiable&lt;br /&gt;Turn me on, never stop&lt;br /&gt;Wanna taste every drop&lt;br /&gt;My love for you insatiable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the lights down low&lt;br /&gt;Take it off, let me show&lt;br /&gt;My love for you insatiable&lt;br /&gt;Turn me on, never stop&lt;br /&gt;Wanna taste every drop&lt;br /&gt;My love for you insatiable, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, when I'm looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Insatiable, that we ain't loving you&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, looking at you insatiable, insatiable&lt;br /&gt;For you insatiable for you insatiable&lt;br /&gt;Love for you insatiable&lt;br /&gt;Love for you insatiable&lt;br /&gt;Love for you insatiable"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Insatiable" - Darren Hayes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-5516841218804187135?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/5516841218804187135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=5516841218804187135' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/5516841218804187135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/5516841218804187135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-am-i-thinking.html' title='Brief Thoughts...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-2170883441695224340</id><published>2010-04-19T02:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T02:18:17.538+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Non-Sense... Brief Moments...</title><content type='html'>"Estudos indicam que o beijo ajuda a combater a depressão"... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I'm feeling kind of depressed.... Any volunteer?! I can think about one or two "friends" I would like to help me cure this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-2170883441695224340?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/2170883441695224340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=2170883441695224340' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/2170883441695224340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/2170883441695224340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2010/04/night-non-sense-brief-moments.html' title='Night Non-Sense... Brief Moments...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-7020631574156903438</id><published>2010-04-08T17:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T18:07:35.648+01:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Something About Him.,..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/S74NTwRKwyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5ysVgMUy2fI/s1600/Nuvens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/S74NTwRKwyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5ysVgMUy2fI/s200/Nuvens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457814431445205794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about him I will never forget... Maybe the look, maybe the smile or even the way he always looks at me like he has never seen me before... &lt;br /&gt;Definitely the light I can see in his eyes every time we are together... &lt;br /&gt;Is good to know he's going to miss me too, but I hope I can do the best to be with him whenever we can... &lt;br /&gt;It's not a "goodbye", only a "see you later"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-7020631574156903438?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/7020631574156903438/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=7020631574156903438' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/7020631574156903438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/7020631574156903438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2010/04/theres-something-about-him.html' title='There&apos;s Something About Him.,..'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/S74NTwRKwyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5ysVgMUy2fI/s72-c/Nuvens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-6508147596341456040</id><published>2010-04-04T14:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T23:04:57.708+01:00</updated><title type='text'>About me...</title><content type='html'>Something about me... Never play games with me, I always play to win...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-6508147596341456040?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/6508147596341456040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=6508147596341456040' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/6508147596341456040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/6508147596341456040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2010/04/about-me.html' title='About me...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-6134883318468285519</id><published>2010-01-08T19:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-08T19:28:10.073Z</updated><title type='text'>Memory</title><content type='html'>I've always been very proud of my lousy memory, but now I'm remembering some things, and i still don't know if I should. Mostly I'm susprised, very surprised... I think I'm living a dream... And one day, I might just remember how it is to wake up from good dreams...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-6134883318468285519?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/6134883318468285519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=6134883318468285519' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/6134883318468285519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/6134883318468285519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2010/01/memory.html' title='Memory'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-1708704206870760365</id><published>2009-12-04T01:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-04T01:04:36.823Z</updated><title type='text'>Frase da Semana</title><content type='html'>Sem dúvida a frase da semana:&lt;br /&gt;"Todos temos uma puta em nós. Se não andam a vê-la é porque não estão a fazer o vosso trabalhinho." (encontrei &lt;a href="http://cuidadoaoabrir.blogspot.com/2009/11/os-10-mandamentos-do-broche-i-de-x.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(peço desculpa a quem de direito, mas tinha que postar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-1708704206870760365?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/1708704206870760365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=1708704206870760365' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/1708704206870760365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/1708704206870760365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2009/12/frase-da-semana.html' title='Frase da Semana'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-2896003944540465615</id><published>2009-12-04T00:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:48:43.795Z</updated><title type='text'>Farmville</title><content type='html'>Agr há por aí um bando de gente que aclama "Destruir o Farmville"... &lt;br /&gt;Será que ainda não perceberam que só joga quem quer?  A menos que estas pessoas tenham encontrado por aí umas galinhas assassinas, que ameaçam os usuários do facebook:" ou jogas, ou bico-te até à morte..." ou uns cavalos do inferno: "coices da morte para não jogadores...", ou a versão mais leiteira, com as vacas no principal papel: "ou te juntas ao farm, ou vou-te afogar no meu leite verde...".&lt;br /&gt;Realmente, minha gente, apenas 3 palavras: "Get A Life"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-2896003944540465615?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/2896003944540465615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=2896003944540465615' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/2896003944540465615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/2896003944540465615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2009/12/farmville.html' title='Farmville'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-6090451549378421511</id><published>2009-11-03T01:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-03T01:23:33.994Z</updated><title type='text'>Dante's Inferno Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Second Level of Hell!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" style="margin: 5px; background-color: #000000; border: none; font: 10pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;tr style="font: bold 12pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220033; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #110022; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ee2244; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #330011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #440011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ee2244; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #550011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #660011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ee2244; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #770011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #880011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ee2244; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #990011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-6090451549378421511?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/6090451549378421511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=6090451549378421511' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/6090451549378421511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/6090451549378421511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2009/11/dantes-inferno-test.html' title='Dante&apos;s Inferno Test'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-187525579927193135</id><published>2009-10-27T02:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-10-27T02:21:16.289Z</updated><title type='text'>Music In My Head...</title><content type='html'>I just can't stop listening... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll do it all&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;On our own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't need&lt;br /&gt;Anything&lt;br /&gt;Or anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lay with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite know&lt;br /&gt;How to say&lt;br /&gt;How I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those three words&lt;br /&gt;Are said too much&lt;br /&gt;They're not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lay with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget what we're told&lt;br /&gt;Before we get too old&lt;br /&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's waste time&lt;br /&gt;Chasing cars&lt;br /&gt;Around our heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your grace&lt;br /&gt;To remind me&lt;br /&gt;To find my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lay with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget what we're told&lt;br /&gt;Before we get too old&lt;br /&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I am&lt;br /&gt;All that I ever was&lt;br /&gt;Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where&lt;br /&gt;Confused about how it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;Just know that these things will never change for us at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lay with me and just forget the world?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Chasing Cars" by: Snow Patrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-187525579927193135?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/187525579927193135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=187525579927193135' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/187525579927193135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/187525579927193135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2009/10/music-in-my-head.html' title='Music In My Head...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-4836016540782688689</id><published>2009-09-08T01:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:35:12.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SqWmskPBIKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4JT303-aWDk/s1600-h/Fraga+da+Pena+(20).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SqWmskPBIKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4JT303-aWDk/s200/Fraga+da+Pena+(20).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378888614535045282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell down lots of times... And I got up every single one of them... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what's gonna happen now: I'm on the floor and I'm going to get up on my feet and moving on... That's the only reasonable thing to do now... Oh, how I'd love not to be reasonable and rational in a situation like this... I only wish I had the guts to scream at the top of my lungs: "Screw you, bitches"...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... What a relief, I said it out loud and wrote it down... Feel much better now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-4836016540782688689?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/4836016540782688689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=4836016540782688689' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/4836016540782688689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/4836016540782688689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-thought.html' title='Just a Thought...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SqWmskPBIKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4JT303-aWDk/s72-c/Fraga+da+Pena+(20).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-1667826882696134096</id><published>2009-09-08T01:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:27:40.109+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is like grass...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SqWk9IO7bmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MU37c-gu38M/s1600-h/Vila+Velha+de+Rod%C3%A3o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SqWk9IO7bmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MU37c-gu38M/s200/Vila+Velha+de+Rod%C3%A3o.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378886700052999778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... we plant it, it grows, and then comes a cow and fucks it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time things seem to go better, I wake up and realize it's not true... Whats the point of loving if we trust and then discover that we shouldn't have trusted at all?!&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by I get more and more disappointed with all that happens in my life... Maybe I'll just run away... Again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-1667826882696134096?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/1667826882696134096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=1667826882696134096' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/1667826882696134096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/1667826882696134096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-is-like-grass.html' title='Love is like grass...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SqWk9IO7bmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MU37c-gu38M/s72-c/Vila+Velha+de+Rod%C3%A3o.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-5864734353762622643</id><published>2009-07-23T00:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:26:28.478+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your Easter Bunny personality?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/Smef8YClhfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/42JAZ1bXNsU/s1600-h/quiz_15_result_60.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/Smef8YClhfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/42JAZ1bXNsU/s200/quiz_15_result_60.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361429741002130930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know Yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what you want in life and how to get it.&lt;br /&gt;You're not going to waste time or let yourself be meek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's chocolate, money, or power...&lt;br /&gt;You take what you can get, and you act quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of energy, and people sometimes scared by your determination.&lt;br /&gt;Not that you care what other people think. You're not going to apologize for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quiz on Facebook:&lt;br /&gt;http://apps.facebook.com/kq_whatisyoureasterb?ref=mf)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-5864734353762622643?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/5864734353762622643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=5864734353762622643' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/5864734353762622643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/5864734353762622643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-is-your-easter-bunny-personality.html' title='What is your Easter Bunny personality?'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/Smef8YClhfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/42JAZ1bXNsU/s72-c/quiz_15_result_60.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-7970541759225543492</id><published>2009-07-23T00:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:22:41.139+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Qual vilão é voce?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SmefPSk4g-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/z1VWdZYh13k/s1600-h/app_full_proxy.php"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SmefPSk4g-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/z1VWdZYh13k/s200/app_full_proxy.php" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361428966441255906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malévola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voce é a forma fina de maldade, por um simples comprometimento na sua vida social como um extravio de convite voce pode condenar alguem a morte, tem a seu dispor um exercito de trolls e entre outros que te seguem cegamente e fazem seu trabalho sujo enquanto vc manipula tudo e consegue o que quer do alto da sua torre muahahaha!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quiz on Facebook:&lt;br /&gt;http://apps.facebook.com/qualvilaosera/quiz/questions?quiz_metric[activated_at]=1247868004&amp;quiz_metric[clicked_attribute]=feeds_clicked&amp;ref=mf)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-7970541759225543492?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/7970541759225543492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=7970541759225543492' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/7970541759225543492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/7970541759225543492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2009/07/qual-vilao-e-voce.html' title='Qual vilão é voce?'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SmefPSk4g-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/z1VWdZYh13k/s72-c/app_full_proxy.php' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-5649189962712516799</id><published>2009-07-23T00:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:20:26.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Art Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SmedxzMZWnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OHPvjyjKRbg/s1600-h/app_full_proxy.php"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 66px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SmedxzMZWnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OHPvjyjKRbg/s200/app_full_proxy.php" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361427360289217138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosaic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are worldly and cultured. You draw inspiration from many sources.&lt;br /&gt;You appreciate vivid colors and busy scenes, but you like a bit of order too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe that art should have many layers. It should be beautiful up close and from afar.&lt;br /&gt;The best art gets more interesting the longer you look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quiz on Facebook:&lt;br /&gt;http://apps.facebook.com/kq_whichartareyou/?ref=mf)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-5649189962712516799?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/5649189962712516799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=5649189962712516799' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/5649189962712516799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/5649189962712516799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2009/07/which-art-are-you.html' title='Which Art Are You?'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SmedxzMZWnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/OHPvjyjKRbg/s72-c/app_full_proxy.php' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-2317512791577115850</id><published>2009-07-23T00:13:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:20:03.885+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What cartoon are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/Smedgv4BbkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vVjXQ8W715E/s1600-h/app_full_proxy.php"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 106px; height: 79px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/Smedgv4BbkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vVjXQ8W715E/s200/app_full_proxy.php" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361427067340680770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are comftable, easy-going and know how to have fun! Some times you over do it but you know what you are doing and are always in control. Other peopl may not see things your way but that doesnt mean what you are doing is right. Remember while you have fun keep in mind not to hurt anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quiz on Facebook:&lt;br /&gt;http://apps.facebook.com/qwhat-cartoon-bggbfa/?target=result&amp;h=1c7f1ee4b609bd20cb3e8ddb90779b4c&amp;result=778222&amp;nodlg=1&amp;_fb_q=1)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-2317512791577115850?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/2317512791577115850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=2317512791577115850' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/2317512791577115850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/2317512791577115850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-cartoon-are-you.html' title='What cartoon are you?'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/Smedgv4BbkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vVjXQ8W715E/s72-c/app_full_proxy.php' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-5892116417510936604</id><published>2009-07-23T00:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:19:38.659+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind of Drunk Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/Smec8GT3FwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KpaKpchdtmc/s1600-h/app_full_proxy2.php"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 65px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/Smec8GT3FwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KpaKpchdtmc/s200/app_full_proxy2.php" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361426437707863810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/Smec8ZhdtxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZivgjzK17_g/s1600-h/app_full_proxy.php"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/Smec8ZhdtxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZivgjzK17_g/s200/app_full_proxy.php" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361426442865194770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Blue Lantern- The Happy Drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to the life of the party. When you've had a few drinks, the amount of friends you have in the world triples. Even that creep guy in the corner is now your best buddy. There's always a smile on your face, even somehow while you're drinking. Let everyone else figure out how you did it because no one and nothing will ruin your good time. Raise another toast there Happy Drunk (your fifth of the night), and liven up the party!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quiz on Facebook:&lt;br /&gt;http://apps.facebook.com/gawhatkindofdrun/quiz/questions?quiz_metric[activated_at]=1248001205&amp;quiz_metric[clicked_attribute]=feeds_clicked&amp;ref=mf)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-5892116417510936604?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/5892116417510936604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=5892116417510936604' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/5892116417510936604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/5892116417510936604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-kind-of-drunk-are-you.html' title='What Kind of Drunk Are You?'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/Smec8GT3FwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KpaKpchdtmc/s72-c/app_full_proxy2.php' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-285368974978861294</id><published>2009-07-23T00:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:19:02.675+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Which color best suits your personality?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SmecaVsHr9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/0ZhYuIeuTV8/s1600-h/app_full_proxy.php"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 52px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SmecaVsHr9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/0ZhYuIeuTV8/s200/app_full_proxy.php" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361425857720594386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Red! .&lt;br /&gt;Red people are passionate and fiery. You do everything with energy and vibrance. You probably have a bit of a temper, too. :) You are always up for an adventure, and you almost never get tired! You have an intensity that is hard for some people to stand, but your friends love it about you. You are probably very opinionated and loyal, jumping up to defend the ones you love when they need you. You can sometimes be a little rash - quick to make decisions without really considering the outcome. As a general rule, you follow your heart more than your head. You can be competitive, and are probably good at just about everything. You, in a nutshell: Passionate, energized, loyal, intense, competent, extroverted, adventurous. RED! .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quiz on Facebook:&lt;br /&gt;http://apps.facebook.com/whichcolorbefyzxtk/quiz/questions?ref=mf)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-285368974978861294?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/285368974978861294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=285368974978861294' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/285368974978861294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/285368974978861294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2009/07/which-color-best-suits-your-personality.html' title='Which color best suits your personality?'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SmecaVsHr9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/0ZhYuIeuTV8/s72-c/app_full_proxy.php' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-3968562819785157097</id><published>2009-07-22T23:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:52:03.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your heart's desire?</title><content type='html'>...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-3968562819785157097?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/3968562819785157097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=3968562819785157097' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/3968562819785157097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/3968562819785157097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-is-your-hearts-desire.html' title='What is your heart&apos;s desire?'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-6272593457621032342</id><published>2009-06-14T23:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:18:52.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se Fosse Um Vilão de Cinema...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=300 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff" align=center&gt;&lt;a href="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/vilao/index.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/vilao/images/resposta_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-6272593457621032342?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/6272593457621032342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=6272593457621032342' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/6272593457621032342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/6272593457621032342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2009/06/se-fosse-um-vilao-de-cinema.html' title='Se Fosse Um Vilão de Cinema...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-108830905557899872</id><published>2009-05-19T00:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T00:39:11.207+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalista 2009</title><content type='html'>O terminar de uma etapa...&lt;br /&gt;Um dia feliz...&lt;br /&gt;E, como sempre, uma tempestade depois de algo feliz...&lt;br /&gt;O destino é mesmo cruel e não me deixa saborear por demasiado tempo o que há de bom...&lt;br /&gt;Bem, sorte que já estou habituada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns a mim, que estou a terminar algo que realmente gosto e que espero vir a desfrutar... Se o destino me deixar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-108830905557899872?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/108830905557899872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=108830905557899872' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/108830905557899872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/108830905557899872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2009/05/finalista-2009.html' title='Finalista 2009'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-1617671927074072379</id><published>2009-05-09T02:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T02:46:02.248+01:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Tonight... "Welcome... To Sensation..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-1617671927074072379?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/1617671927074072379/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=1617671927074072379' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/1617671927074072379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/1617671927074072379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-3685851583226479355</id><published>2009-04-16T22:49:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:02:11.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Como devem estar  hoje os heróis da minha juventude?!</title><content type='html'>Recebi hoje por e-mail estas imagens... Mto bom mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Men &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SeepJ6CRXWI/AAAAAAAAADA/yeS8M0vmomc/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SeepJ6CRXWI/AAAAAAAAADA/yeS8M0vmomc/s200/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325411072051600738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SeepXt-XCAI/AAAAAAAAADI/ARTA30sJXFU/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SeepXt-XCAI/AAAAAAAAADI/ARTA30sJXFU/s200/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325411309332137986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredible Hulk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SeepnS1bcoI/AAAAAAAAADY/mtLJWuD4tkE/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SeepnS1bcoI/AAAAAAAAADY/mtLJWuD4tkE/s200/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325411576924828290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/Seep1C58PkI/AAAAAAAAADo/mZIfnUv7fv8/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/Seep1C58PkI/AAAAAAAAADo/mZIfnUv7fv8/s200/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325411813166956098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman &amp; Robin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SeeqH8NFnGI/AAAAAAAAADw/M6vtiSxmwp8/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SeeqH8NFnGI/AAAAAAAAADw/M6vtiSxmwp8/s200/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325412137785728098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spider-Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SeeqPDhT2QI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pgIp-141VqY/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SeeqPDhT2QI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pgIp-141VqY/s200/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325412260008679682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A vida é curta, quebre regras, perdoe rapidamente, beije demoradamente, ame verdadeiramente, confesse o seu amor incondicional às pessoas queridas, ria incontrolavelmente, e nunca deixe de sorrir, por mais estranho que seja o motivo.&lt;br /&gt;A vida não pode ser a festa que esperávamos, mas enquanto estamos aqui, devemos aproveitar ao máximo do que ela nos oferece...' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Desconheço a autoria, mas aqui fica o meu reconhecimento e os parabéns, porque está realmente mto bem apanhado...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-3685851583226479355?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/3685851583226479355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=3685851583226479355' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/3685851583226479355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/3685851583226479355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2009/04/como-devem-estar-hoje-os-herois-da.html' title='Como devem estar  hoje os heróis da minha juventude?!'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SeepJ6CRXWI/AAAAAAAAADA/yeS8M0vmomc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-3474086298656513826</id><published>2009-04-15T23:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:02:30.302+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frase do Dia</title><content type='html'>"Não trates com prioridade quem te trata como opção."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-3474086298656513826?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/3474086298656513826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=3474086298656513826' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/3474086298656513826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/3474086298656513826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2009/04/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do Dia'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-1222328932026130096</id><published>2009-04-04T15:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:59:28.062+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"If It Kills Me" - Jason Mraz</title><content type='html'>"Hello, tell me you know &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you figured me out &lt;br /&gt;Something gave it away &lt;br /&gt;And it would be such a beautiful moment &lt;br /&gt;To see the look on your face &lt;br /&gt;To know that I know that you know now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby that's a case of my wishful thinking &lt;br /&gt;You know nothing &lt;br /&gt;Cause you and I &lt;br /&gt;Why, we go carrying on for hours, on and &lt;br /&gt;We get along much better &lt;br /&gt;Than you and your boyfriend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all I really wanna do is love you &lt;br /&gt;A kind much closer than friends use &lt;br /&gt;But I still can't say it after all we've been through &lt;br /&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me &lt;br /&gt;As the feeling inside keeps building &lt;br /&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me &lt;br /&gt;If it kills me &lt;br /&gt;If it kills me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well how long, can I go on like this, &lt;br /&gt;Wishing to kiss you, &lt;br /&gt;Before I rightly explode? &lt;br /&gt;This double life I lead isn't healthy for me &lt;br /&gt;In fact it makes me nervous &lt;br /&gt;If I get caught I could be risking it all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby there's a lot that I miss &lt;br /&gt;In case I'm wrong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all I really wanna do is love you &lt;br /&gt;A kind much closer than friends use &lt;br /&gt;But I still can't say it after all we've been through &lt;br /&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me &lt;br /&gt;As the feeling inside keeps building &lt;br /&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me &lt;br /&gt;If it kills me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I should be so bold &lt;br /&gt;I'd ask you to hold my heart in your hand &lt;br /&gt;Tell you from the start how I've longed to be your man &lt;br /&gt;But I never said I would &lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm gonna miss my chance again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I really wanna do is love you &lt;br /&gt;A kind much closer than friends use &lt;br /&gt;But I still can't say it after all we've been through &lt;br /&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me &lt;br /&gt;As the feeling inside keeps building &lt;br /&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me &lt;br /&gt;If it kills me &lt;br /&gt;If it kills me &lt;br /&gt;I think it might kill me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me &lt;br /&gt;It's a feeling inside that keeps building &lt;br /&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me &lt;br /&gt;If it kills me &lt;br /&gt;If it kills me &lt;br /&gt;It might kill me"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-1222328932026130096?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/1222328932026130096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=1222328932026130096' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/1222328932026130096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/1222328932026130096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-it-kills-me-jason-mraz.html' title='&quot;If It Kills Me&quot; - Jason Mraz'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-4915376108679044369</id><published>2009-04-02T23:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:02:36.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se Fosse Um Sabor de Gelado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=200 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff" align=center&gt;&lt;a href="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/gelados/index.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/gelados/images/resposta_e.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-4915376108679044369?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/4915376108679044369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=4915376108679044369' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/4915376108679044369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/4915376108679044369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2009/04/se-fosse-um-sabor-de-gelado-qual-seria.html' title='Se Fosse Um Sabor de Gelado...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-7148131172965988887</id><published>2009-04-02T22:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:58:47.348+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se Fosse Um Jogo De Cartas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=300 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff" align=center&gt;&lt;a href="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/jogo_cartas/index.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/jogo_cartas/images/resposta_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-7148131172965988887?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/7148131172965988887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=7148131172965988887' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/7148131172965988887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/7148131172965988887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2009/04/se-fosse-um-jogo-de-cartas.html' title='Se Fosse Um Jogo De Cartas...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-4663544174325278240</id><published>2009-03-11T23:49:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:57:08.063Z</updated><title type='text'>"The Mind Gym"</title><content type='html'>A little quiz I took on facebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SbhPHWweUtI/AAAAAAAAACw/tODhrkueyGw/s1600-h/temptation_banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 40px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SbhPHWweUtI/AAAAAAAAACw/tODhrkueyGw/s200/temptation_banner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312082748270072530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harmless flirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to toy with temptation. You commit yourself to a relationship with every intention to remain faithful. But, as far as you are concerned, there is nothing wrong with a little bit of innocent flirtation. It’s just a bit of fun - you don’t expect it to go anywhere. And of course, it often doesn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes you find that attractions take over and the longer it goes on, the harder it is to pull back. The more you mull over the ‘what if’s...’, the more you feel dissatisfied in your present relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good news is, it’s easier to cure than you think. If you’re committed, then resolve to stop flirting. If you find yourself falling into old habits, reign yourself in. Be vigilant - even if you cross the line, pull yourself back quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ability to resist temptation is 69%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SbhPU15A3NI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wCUwyHT_C2M/s1600-h/apple_200px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SbhPU15A3NI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wCUwyHT_C2M/s200/apple_200px.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312082979965689042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-4663544174325278240?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/4663544174325278240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=4663544174325278240' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/4663544174325278240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/4663544174325278240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2009/03/mind-gym.html' title='&quot;The Mind Gym&quot;'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SbhPHWweUtI/AAAAAAAAACw/tODhrkueyGw/s72-c/temptation_banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-6195909789452716860</id><published>2009-03-08T13:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-08T14:00:27.503Z</updated><title type='text'>Life Sucks</title><content type='html'>Life sucks when you find out the people you love has been lying to you.... &lt;br /&gt;And then it hurts... a lot... &lt;br /&gt;And minutes after, the pain fades away and leaves you with only anger... &lt;br /&gt;And then, then you have a problem, 'cause if you are like me, you can't control your anger, you can't talk about it, and you'll be filling your own body with it until, someday, it will explode...&lt;br /&gt;And when it explode, believe me, be somewhere else...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-6195909789452716860?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/6195909789452716860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=6195909789452716860' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/6195909789452716860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/6195909789452716860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-sucks.html' title='Life Sucks'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-8523743562065360337</id><published>2009-03-02T00:23:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:36:35.136Z</updated><title type='text'>Pets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SasqEZmBY3I/AAAAAAAAACo/tNjUx4E63yQ/s1600-h/20-07-05_2325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SasqEZmBY3I/AAAAAAAAACo/tNjUx4E63yQ/s200/20-07-05_2325.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308382840864465778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/Saspzp181-I/AAAAAAAAACg/bsnN2Yw1GTo/s1600-h/KhAzNeTh(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/Saspzp181-I/AAAAAAAAACg/bsnN2Yw1GTo/s200/KhAzNeTh(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308382553168467938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals... Ah, animals... Our dearest friends in the world... &lt;br /&gt;I've never wrote about them and now is the time. I have six: a dog, a goldfish, and four birds. One of the birds is with me for eigthteen years. And believe it or not, he knows me better then anyone. Can always tell when I'm down or when I'm happy. I don't know how he knows, but he knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can so small animals love us so much? I love mine, each one in a special way and along the journey of my growth, they teached me a lot and helped me be a better person. I know they need me, to feed them, to pet them, and I need them to remind me of my humanity and to remind me also that I'm still alive....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;To Tico, my friend for life; To Pilhas, my best adoption; To Nhec-Nhec, who wakes me up in the morning; To the two new birds, that still don't have a name; And to my goldfish, who must be a super fish, because is alive for almost 3 years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-8523743562065360337?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/8523743562065360337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=8523743562065360337' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-7789647278563101413</id><published>2009-03-02T00:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:23:00.003Z</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Life is stupid, you know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a thought that occours to me very often...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-7789647278563101413?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/7789647278563101413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=7789647278563101413' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/7789647278563101413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/7789647278563101413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2009/03/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-8431818153336293621</id><published>2009-02-22T03:05:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-22T03:06:34.281Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento</title><content type='html'>Odeio pessoas felizes, fofinhas e gosmentas....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-8431818153336293621?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/8431818153336293621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=8431818153336293621' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/8431818153336293621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/8431818153336293621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2009/02/pensamento.html' title='Pensamento'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-1589228301258971267</id><published>2009-02-08T15:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-08T16:02:56.652Z</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Afternoon</title><content type='html'>On a rainy sunday afternoon, this what I'm thinking while I'm studing for my Strategy exam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess I just got lost&lt;br /&gt;being someone else.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to kill the pain,&lt;br /&gt;but nothing ever helped.&lt;br /&gt;I left myself behind,&lt;br /&gt;somewhere along the way&lt;br /&gt;hoping to come back around&lt;br /&gt;to find myself someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I'm so tired of waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;to say that it's okay. &lt;br /&gt;Tell me please...&lt;br /&gt;Would you one time let me be myself&lt;br /&gt;so I can shine&lt;br /&gt;with my own light.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you let me be myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'lll never find my heart&lt;br /&gt;behind someone else.&lt;br /&gt;I'lll never see the light of day&lt;br /&gt;living in this cell.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to make my way&lt;br /&gt;into the world I knew.&lt;br /&gt;And then take back all of these times&lt;br /&gt;that I gave in to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I'm so tired of waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;to say that it's okay. &lt;br /&gt;Tell me please...&lt;br /&gt;Would you one time let me be myself&lt;br /&gt;so I can shine &lt;br /&gt;with my own light.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while, &lt;br /&gt;if yo don't mind, &lt;br /&gt;let me be myself&lt;br /&gt;so I can shine &lt;br /&gt;with my own light.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I ever wanted from this world,&lt;br /&gt;is to let me be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, would you one time &lt;br /&gt;let me be myself&lt;br /&gt;so I can shine &lt;br /&gt;with my own light.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, would you one time &lt;br /&gt;let me be myself&lt;br /&gt;so I can shine &lt;br /&gt;with my own light.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while, if you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;let me be myself&lt;br /&gt;so I can shine,&lt;br /&gt;with my own light.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you one time &lt;br /&gt;let me be myself&lt;br /&gt;and let me be me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let Me Be Myself" - by 3 Doors Down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-1589228301258971267?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/1589228301258971267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=1589228301258971267' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/1589228301258971267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/1589228301258971267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2009/02/rainy-afternoon.html' title='Rainy Afternoon'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-2423424107166387671</id><published>2008-12-16T00:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:13:38.198Z</updated><title type='text'>Harold Melvin's Blue Notes</title><content type='html'>"If You Don't Know Me By Now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know me by now &lt;br /&gt;You will never, never, never know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things that we've been through &lt;br /&gt;You should understand me &lt;br /&gt;Like I understand you &lt;br /&gt;Now baby I know the difference &lt;br /&gt;Between right and wrong &lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna do nothin' &lt;br /&gt;To upset our happy home &lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't get so excited &lt;br /&gt;When I come home a little late at night &lt;br /&gt;Cause we only act like children &lt;br /&gt;When we argue, fuss and fight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know me by now &lt;br /&gt;You will never, never, never know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all got our own funny moods &lt;br /&gt;I've got mine &lt;br /&gt;Woman, you got yours too &lt;br /&gt;Just trust in me &lt;br /&gt;Like I trust in you &lt;br /&gt;As long as we've been together &lt;br /&gt;That should be so easy to do &lt;br /&gt;Just get yourself together &lt;br /&gt;Or we might as well say good-bye &lt;br /&gt;What good is a love affair &lt;br /&gt;When we can't see eye-to-eye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know me by now &lt;br /&gt;You will never, never, never know me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-2423424107166387671?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/2423424107166387671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=2423424107166387671' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/2423424107166387671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/2423424107166387671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2008/12/harold-melvins-blue-notes.html' title='Harold Melvin&apos;s Blue Notes'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-6369828434944408581</id><published>2008-12-08T22:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:41:42.445Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Não sei quando vou ter coragem de deixar alguém que me faz sentir tão bem e tão mal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-6369828434944408581?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/6369828434944408581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=6369828434944408581' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/6369828434944408581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/6369828434944408581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-4166607728669878628</id><published>2008-11-23T03:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-23T03:39:39.374Z</updated><title type='text'>Dor</title><content type='html'>Oh, triste sina a minha esta, de sofrer por amor... Quando a pessoa em quem depositamos todos os nossos esforços e amor, nos faz sentir como que em segundo plano na sua vida, é triste... E eu sinto-o na pele... E digo-vos, não é uma sensação nada boa... &lt;br /&gt;Quando me diz "tenho saudades", mas em vez de me querer ver e agarrar, prefere a borga com os amigos, é exactamente o mesmo que não me dizer nada... Só se sente um vazio... Um vazio enorme que se vai transformando em raiva, e mais tarde em ira, e que nos consome lentamente por dentro, como que um vírus que destrói todos os órgãos que trazemos cá dentro e nos transforma em seres que se movem tal e qual como robots... Sem sentimentos...&lt;br /&gt;Já fui assim, não sentia nada e, agora que sinto, confesso que morro de saudades do tempo em que tudo me passava ao lado... O amor é realmente algo muito doloroso. E se em tempos me queixei da falta dele, hoje sonho com o dia em que volte a ser apenas um Ser, que nada sente, que apenas existe e não sente nem dor nem prazer... Porque, sinceramente, se começamos a amar para sentir esta enormidade de dor, mais vale nada sentir e continuar a olhar para os outros e pensar "burros, estes, que se entregam de corpo e alma a alguém, que só os vai fazer sofrer..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-4166607728669878628?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/4166607728669878628/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=4166607728669878628' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/4166607728669878628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/4166607728669878628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2008/11/dor.html' title='Dor'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-8601983726185073906</id><published>2008-11-09T04:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-09T04:14:53.773Z</updated><title type='text'>MillStone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Millstone: either of a pair of flat circular stones used, esp formerly, for grinding grain.” (in Oxford Advanced Learner’s Dictionary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-8601983726185073906?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/8601983726185073906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=8601983726185073906' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/8601983726185073906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/8601983726185073906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2008/11/millstone.html' title='MillStone'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-876747477052512169</id><published>2008-09-14T15:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T16:10:14.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Português Suave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Finalmente tive tempo para fazer uma das coisas que mais gosto na vida: Ler! E para tal, resolvi comprar o mais recente livro de uma das minhas autoras favoritas. Ora, posso dizer que, mais uma vez, adorei o livro, o estilo da escrita, que fluí, que nos prende do início ao fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Como sempre faço, sublinhei as passagens que me pareceram mais interessantes e eis que aqui estão elas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: times new roman;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CANARIT%7E1%5CDEFINI%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C04%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt; 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(Lev Tolstoi, &lt;i&gt;Anna Karénina&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;A genética é, acima de tudo, um jogo de lotaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;O mal do novo milénio é a PDS, a puta da solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;É nossa obrigação tratar daqueles que sempre trataram de nós.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Se a maldade tivesse só uma cara... tem sempre muitas e é por isso que nem sempre damos por ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Há pessoas que nascem más, essa é uma fatalidade que as afecta a ela próprias ainda mais do que aos outros. A longo prazo, todas as cobras acabam por provar o seu prórpio veneno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;O bem proporciona gozo a quem o pratica, talvez seja essa a mesma explicação para quem se deleite em actos de maldade com frequência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;A maldade é um tema da vida que me fascina porque nunca a senti no sangue. É como um país estranho que nunca visitei, onde só alguns podem entrar. Mas é também e sobretudo a expressão de uma vontade, a vontade de conhecer o segredo das coisas e da vida. A maldade exercida com requinte é um jogo para profissionais, exige paciência, opacidade, destreza, cinismo, sentido de oportunidade. E um desejo quase lúbrico de causar algo em alguém, de poder interferir no destino dos outros e mudá-lo a nosso belo prazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;A vida está cheia de tarefas inúteis. Apaixonarmo-nos pela pessoa errada é talvez a mais inútil de todas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Se uma mulher quiser agarrar um homem, basta-lhe fazer apelo ao pior que existe nele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Nada chega para nos violentarmos, nenhum motivo é suficientemente válido para fazermos mal a nós próprios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;A primeira coisa que se esquece de um morto é a voz, e a última é o cheiro da pele. Desse, uma pessoa nunca se esquece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;A confusão é o início de uma nova realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;A solidão é mais pesada quando carrega a morte daqueles que amamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Uma pessoa habitua-se a tudo, mas nunca se habitua à morte em si mesma, à ideia de que aquelas pessoas desaparecem MESMO, de que nunca mais as voltaremos a ver, a sentir-lhes o cheiro da pele, o calor das mãos, o riso. Se telefonarmos, não atendem, se formos a casa delas, não nos abrem a porta, se lhes escrevermos, não nos respondem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;O sexo afasta o medo. O sexo afasta-nos da morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;A morte apanha-nos sempre de surpresa e provoca danos irreparáveis aos que cá ficam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;O amor permite ao ser humano essa excepção de abandonar, ainda que temporariamente, a prisão da sua solidão e alcançar uma união superior que transcenda a sua vida individual e reencontre a reconciliação através de outrem, o que tantas vezes conduz à ideia que temos de felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;O tempo é implacável, apaga tudo, altera as recordações, engana a realidade, detrói quase tudo dentro e fora de nós. É o maior ladrão da existência e o único impossível de prender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Nunca aprendemos o mais importante, apenas conseguimos adivinhar que o que estamos a viver pode mudar a nossa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Um romance sobrevive a tudo, só não sobrevive à falta de interesse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Só há dois tipos de homens: os domésticos, que não dão um passo sem a mulher porque dependem dela para tudo, e os completamente selvagens, que não se fixam em lugar nenhum e que, embora sejam atacados por desvairos românticos profundos e convincentes, gostam é de vadiar, de viajar, de descobrir, de conquistar, de correr riscos, da guerra, da luta, do sonho, da inconsciência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;O remorso mata, é como um cancro que se espalha pelo espírito e que vai corroendo os tecidos devagar, uma pedra que fica para sempre encostada à garganta até conseguir esmagar todas as palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Só há dois tipos de problemas: os que o tempo resolve e os que nem o tempo resolve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Aquilo que ninguém sabe nunca aconteceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Na versão original do Pinóquio, o grilo é morto com uma martelada. É o Pinóquio que o mata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;O remorso só mata quem não o mata primeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Os homens, quando querem uma mulher e não a têm, fazem tudo para a conquistar e seduzir, mas se não se apaixonarem, depois de a terem, não sabem o que fazer com ela. Procuram outra, e outra, e outra, num processo repetitivo e assassino, tão monótono que as histórias que as mulheres contam deles acabam por ser invariavelmente semelhantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Não há como um homem mostrar o que tem de mais obscuro e imperfeito para uma mulher se apaixonar perdidamente por ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sempre admirei as pessoas que sabem brincar com as suas fraquezas, considero isso um sinal de força interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Devia dar menos importância aos homens – ainda que os ame – e mais importância a mim própria. Se o fizesse, talvez a minha vida deixasse de ser uma repetição monótona de desilusões amorosas e conseguisse finalmente andar para a frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Talvez o mundo esteja repleto de pessoas que nunca cresceram. Isso explicaria muita coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;A vida é trapaceira e aldrabona, faz fraquejar os mais fortes nos momentos mais inesperados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Raramente conseguimos fazer aquilo que queremos, mas apenas aquilo para que estamos preparados. Cada um vive como pode e reage aos problemas como sabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Tant que le coer conserve des souvenirs, l’esprit garde des illusions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Os homens que estão sempre a desaparecer nunca nos trazem nada de bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Há pessoa que só se sentem bem a viver dentro de gaiolas. São pessoas para quem o mundo cá fora é uma selva demasiado violenta, ou apenas demasiado crua. Pessoas para quem a sinceridade é um incómodo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;É o peso da idade. Fingimos que não o sentimos, fingimos o melhor que podemos, mas um dia o peso vem todo de uma vez e nunca mais deixa de nos pesar nas costas, nas pernas, nas mãos, nas memórias, em toda a parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Vivo como se não houvesse amanhã, porque a verdade é que não sabemos se há mesmo amanhã: o fio entre a vida e a morte é uma linha ténue e traiçoeira, uma pessoa está cá e no instante seguinte morre, desaparece, transforma-se numa certidão de óbito e num corpo inerte, e nada fica, apenas fotografias e memórias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Os problemas dos nossos amigos também são os nossos problemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;É o velho estigma da família: dá sempre jeito haver um ou dois maluquinhos na família. Torna todos os outros membros muito mais seguros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Nunca percebi os homens que só maltratam as pessoas que os amam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Um dos maiores defeitos das mães é conhecerem os filhos demasiado bem; se os conhecessem pior, seriam certamente poupadas a alguns dissabores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Tudo o que alguém tem para si mesmo, aquilo que o acompanha na solidão e que ninguém lhe pode dar ou tirar, é muito mais especial do que tudo o que tem e do que representa perante os olhos alheios. (Schopenhauer).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Há coisas que nunca se esquecem. E há coisas que nunca mais queremos lembrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ninguém sobrevive uma vida inteira sem enfrentar os seus fantasmas, nem que seja por uma vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;O respeito é como a virgindade, só se perde uma vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Os homens solteiros chegam ao fim-de-semana e entram em desvario, querem é beber copos e ver miúdas, e se os amigos estão ocupados com namoradas ficam muito nervosos, porque sentem que estão a perder um companheiro de caça. A maior parte deles também gostava de arranjar uma namorada porreira, embora não o confessem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;O tempo é o melhor juiz para o bem e para o mal, porque também ele vence tudo; o mundo muda e o tempo fica, vai passando e fica, nós todos morrendo e o tempo fica, e o tempo nunca volta atrás, nunca nos traz o que perdemos, nunca tem pena de nós e nos devolve a vida outra vez como ela era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Não vemos aquilo que não conhecemos. A nossa percepção é sempre ridicularmente curta, apenas alcança o que pode, não o que quer. A nossa percepção é cega, nem sequer sabe o que quer, ou então, evita ver o que lhe é desagradável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;O problema é que ninguém é menos conhecido do que cada um de si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Não responder também é uma resposta, talvez a única eficaz quando a realidade nos é tão dura e esmagadora que só nos apetece enterrar a cabeça e dormir para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;O segredo do bem-estar e da virtude consiste em amar aquilo que somos obrigados a fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sinto-me fora da realidade, a viver num universo alternativo, mas não é isso o amor? E se for, não pagamos todos um preço elevado por ele? E na vida, quanto mais não vale um amor feliz, ainda que um dia acabe, do que viver sem saber o que é um amor assim, completo, desenhado a prazer e a entendimento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Os amigos esperam sempre por nós, respeitam as nossas ausências e o nosso silêncio durante o tempo que for preciso, também é para isso que servem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;A partir de uma certa altura, percebi que era eu que fazia tudo por ele, e isso não é bom para nenhuma relação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;A sorte é um acaso, mas a felicidade é uma vocação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;As únicas famílias felizes são as que se conhecem mal. (Lucía Etxebarría).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;A minha alma está parva. Hoje é o dia de todas as revelações. Se for lá fora, ainda me aparece a Nossa Senhora de Fátima atrás de uma árvore a desafiar-me para uma partida de poker...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Não vale a pena mexer no passado. Além disso, uma coisa de que não se fala, não existe. É a palavra que dá vida às coisas, quanto mais se fala, mais elas crescem, aquilo que ninguém sabe nunca existiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;WP IconicSymbolsB&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Pode-se enganar todas as pessoas durante algum tempo; pode-se até enganar algumas pessoas durante o tempo todo, mas não é possível enganar todas as pessoas durante o tempo todo... (Lincoln).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in «Português Suave»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Margarida Rebelo Pinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-876747477052512169?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/876747477052512169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=876747477052512169' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/876747477052512169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/876747477052512169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2008/09/portugus-suave.html' title='Português Suave'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-3360672832104996686</id><published>2008-08-21T23:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:56:02.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos do Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"I keep telling people I'm not crazy, I'm passionate." - Lyle Daniel Hintz Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"In my mind, I'm already gone." - Kramer, from Seinfeld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Os inícios são sempre felizes. É a continuidade que nos mata, não de uma vez, com um golpe frio e seco, mas aos poucos, para que tenhamos tempo de saborear cada momento de dor..." - Myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-3360672832104996686?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/3360672832104996686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=3360672832104996686' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/3360672832104996686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/3360672832104996686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2008/08/pensamentos-do-dia.html' title='Pensamentos do Dia'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-5052143329825012856</id><published>2008-07-21T01:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T02:09:23.154+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Smile"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SIPhdLVA8ZI/AAAAAAAAABY/Te84wPyaIOg/s1600-h/judy_1956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SIPhdLVA8ZI/AAAAAAAAABY/Te84wPyaIOg/s200/judy_1956.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225267884053295506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                                  "Smile though your heart is aching&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile, even though it's breaking &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there are clouds, in the sky, you'll get by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you smile, through your fear and sorrow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile, and there'll be tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll see the sun come shining through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you'll....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up your face with gladness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide every trace of sadness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although a tear, may be ever so near,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the time, you must keep on trying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile, what's the use of crying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'll just....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up your face with gladness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide every trace of sadness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although a tear, may be ever so near,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the time, you must keep on trying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile, what's the use of crying?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'll just....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile..."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: Judy Garland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-5052143329825012856?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/5052143329825012856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=5052143329825012856' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/5052143329825012856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/5052143329825012856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2008/07/smile.html' title='&quot;Smile&quot;'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SIPhdLVA8ZI/AAAAAAAAABY/Te84wPyaIOg/s72-c/judy_1956.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-7179588171648541580</id><published>2008-07-21T01:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T01:33:23.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles Chaplin</title><content type='html'>Charles Chaplin once said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 class="fr0"&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;"Já perdoei erros quase imperdoáveis,&lt;br /&gt;tentei substituir pessoas insubstituíveis&lt;br /&gt;e esquecer pessoas inesquecíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já fiz coisas por impulso,&lt;br /&gt;já me decepcionei com pessoas quando nunca pensei  decepcionar-me, mas também decepcionei alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já abracei para proteger,&lt;br /&gt;já ri quando não podia,&lt;br /&gt;fiz amigos eternos,&lt;br /&gt;amei e fui amado,&lt;br /&gt;mas também já fui rejeitado,&lt;br /&gt;fui amado e não amei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já gritei e saltei de tanta felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;já vivi de amor e fiz juras eternas,&lt;br /&gt;"parti a cara muitas vezes"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já chorei a ouvir música e a ver fotos,&lt;br /&gt;já liguei só para escutar uma voz,&lt;br /&gt;apaixonei-me  por um sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;já pensei que fosse morrer de tanta saudade&lt;br /&gt;e tive medo de perder alguém especial (e acabei por perder).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas vivi, e ainda vivo!&lt;br /&gt;Não passo pela vida…&lt;br /&gt;E você também não devia passar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva!&lt;br /&gt;Bom mesmo é ir à luta com determinação,&lt;br /&gt;abraçar a vida com paixão,&lt;br /&gt;perder com classe&lt;br /&gt;e vencer com ousadia,&lt;br /&gt;porque o mundo pertence a quem se atreve&lt;br /&gt;e a vida é "muito" pra ser insignificante."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já li este poema em mil sítios diferentes mas continua, de certa forma, a me dizer alguma coisa... Talvez pela sua sabedoria e experiência consiga tocar tantos corações, tantos como os que têm vontade de transmitir as suas palavras e fazer delas eternas. Sou apenas mais uma, mas considero este poema imperdível...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-7179588171648541580?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/7179588171648541580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=7179588171648541580' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/7179588171648541580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/7179588171648541580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2008/07/charles-chaplin.html' title='Charles Chaplin'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-8305172570661600830</id><published>2008-07-21T01:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T01:19:35.718+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SIPV-jXNihI/AAAAAAAAABQ/a993Y-0A3pE/s1600-h/crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 148px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SIPV-jXNihI/AAAAAAAAABQ/a993Y-0A3pE/s320/crying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225255263301110290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Once again I say: Life isn't always fair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is the biggest true of my life, maybe the only one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All the pieces of my life I managed to gatter along the way seem, somehow, to be vanishing in front of me every single day... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I feel sad, really sad, and the only one who used to take this sadness away, it's making it even worse... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A while ago I used to cry when I was like this, now I don't know, I think I kinda developed a shield around me that only makes me stay really, really quiet somewhere, alone, without listenig to a sound, and only watching whatever that is around... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Can life be only this? A highway where everything goes so fast we can hardly taste it but still feeling sorrow for one or other lost? Can we be sad of losing something that wasn't really ours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So many questions and no one to answer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I need vacations, that's true, but I also need to run away, to a place where nobody knows, where nobody could ever find me or see me again... I'm tired of the same old days, all look the same, the people always seem the same, nothing ever changes except for me, 'cause each and every day I feel a little bit more distant, it's like I already have one foot in that so called place where another life, a better one, is waiting for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-8305172570661600830?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/8305172570661600830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=8305172570661600830' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/8305172570661600830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/8305172570661600830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2008/07/again.html' title='Again...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SIPV-jXNihI/AAAAAAAAABQ/a993Y-0A3pE/s72-c/crying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-5711989649586279499</id><published>2008-05-05T23:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:47:46.678+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2º Pensamento do Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Time does heal all wounds.But even time will leave scars!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;- Chae Richardson&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-5711989649586279499?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/5711989649586279499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=5711989649586279499' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/5711989649586279499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/5711989649586279499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2008/05/2-pensamento-do-dia.html' title='2º Pensamento do Dia'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-5378813638054217473</id><published>2008-05-05T23:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:45:38.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Keep love in your heart; if it gets in your pocket, you're screwed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;- David Liu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-5378813638054217473?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/5378813638054217473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=5378813638054217473' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/5378813638054217473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/5378813638054217473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2008/05/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do Dia'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-2892912074746803265</id><published>2008-04-25T23:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T23:43:57.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell on Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SBJdnlJi0bI/AAAAAAAAABA/kIHdzs_uXCo/s1600-h/hell.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SBJdnlJi0bI/AAAAAAAAABA/kIHdzs_uXCo/s320/hell.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193316254880027058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andei por ai a pesquisar uns sites, e já não me lembro bem onde, encontrei uns quantos caracteres chineses que me levaram a fazer um pouco de "save as..."!&lt;br /&gt;Um deles, deixo-o por aqui. Significa Hell (Inferno). Publico-o aqui pois é onde me sinto neste momento, no Inferno. Anda tudo mal disposto à minha volta e só sabem mesmo é descarregar em mim... Dão-me cabo dos nervos, realmente...&lt;br /&gt;Só me apetece adormecer e só voltar a acordar quando tudo estiver com vontade de correr bem para estes lados...&lt;br /&gt;Olha, que se lixe, lá se vai existindo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-2892912074746803265?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/2892912074746803265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=2892912074746803265' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/2892912074746803265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/2892912074746803265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2008/04/hell-on-earth.html' title='Hell on Earth'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SBJdnlJi0bI/AAAAAAAAABA/kIHdzs_uXCo/s72-c/hell.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-1909530558006430137</id><published>2008-04-19T21:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T21:15:08.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada!</title><content type='html'>...é como se espera;&lt;br /&gt;...é como se quer;&lt;br /&gt;...é como se deseja;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-1909530558006430137?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/1909530558006430137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=1909530558006430137' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/1909530558006430137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/1909530558006430137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2008/04/nada.html' title='Nada!'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-3628285718383051440</id><published>2008-03-09T02:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-09T02:14:24.545Z</updated><title type='text'>Que coisa meiga você é?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://meiguice.no.sapo.pt/teste/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://meiguice.no.sapo.pt/teste/estrela.jpg" width="275" height="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://meiguice.no.sapo.pt/teste/" target="_blank"&gt;Que coisa meiga você é?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-3628285718383051440?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/3628285718383051440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=3628285718383051440' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/3628285718383051440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/3628285718383051440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2008/03/que-coisa-meiga-voc.html' title='Que coisa meiga você é?'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-6796577489941756001</id><published>2007-12-18T01:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-18T01:28:58.296Z</updated><title type='text'>Sou Assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O que fazer quando não se tem mais nada para dizer. Os temas que debatemos vão sempre remexer nas velhas feridas e cicatrizes. E volto a sentir-me magoada. Ele pensa que só ele se magoa. Eu sou sempre forte e nada me afecta. Mas não é bem assim. Embora muitas vezes não pareça, e eu tenha tentado ao longo da vida escondê-los ao máximo, eu também tenho sentimentos. Eu também me sinto magoada e também me sinto "por baixo" de vez em quando.&lt;br /&gt;Com tanto debate e tanta conversa parece que todos os males do mundo são culpa minha. Parece que sou sempre eu que faço todo o mal. E porquê? porque quem tem o feitio mais explosivo e quem desembucha tudo o que sente e pensa, sem piedade, é sempre visto como a pessoa cruel e sem escrúpulos, capaz de tudo, e que tudo o que quer é magoar os outros para se sentir mais e mais triunfante.&lt;br /&gt;Só sou assim porque não sei guardar, porque não sei controlar o que sinto. Quando me sinto feliz, salto e sorrio e grito aos sete ventos que estou feliz! Mas quando estou chateada ou me sinto mal, também sinto a necessidade de falar e de expressar o que me atormenta! Sou assim, impulsiva, explosiva e não sei calar o que sinto. Ou melhor, desaprendi de o fazer. Porque não compensa. Faz mal ao estômago e à alma. Remoer e calar o que nos alegra ou o que nos atormenta só dá cabo de nós. Mata-nos o espírito pouco a pouco. E não há nada tão precioso como o nosso próprio espírito, a nossa alma, a nossa essência, o que verdadeiramente somos... E o mundo e tudo o que nos rodeia de forma mais próxima devem conhecer cada um de nós no seu intimo (sem nunca abusar dessa intimidade) para que conheçam o pior de nós e amem o nosso melhor e porque o que somos de verdade vai perdurar para o resto da nossa existência nunca vamos conseguir separá-lo de nós.&lt;br /&gt;Recuso-me a ser e a mostrar uma versão cínica do meu "eu". Sou eu...Sou como sou...Amem-me ou odeiem-me...Mas aceitem-me!&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/23370380-6796577489941756001?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/6796577489941756001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=6796577489941756001' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/6796577489941756001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/6796577489941756001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2007/12/sou-assim.html' title='Sou Assim...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-1066647136396137854</id><published>2007-09-27T01:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T01:29:52.069+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Racionalidade... Ou Não...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Andy;"&gt;Eu sou... sei lá eu o que sou...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Andy;"&gt;Comecei a beber com 14 anos e tomei-lhe o gosto. Sempre bebi para esquecer e parei de beber quando achei que o que tinha na vida valia a pena ser recordado. Hoje recomecei. Voltei a beber para esquecer... como é que isto aconteceu? Não sei... aconteceu...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Andy;"&gt;E agora? O que posso eu fazer? Não me quero lembrar, não quero pensar... quero lá saber de tudo o que se passa à minha volta... quero que vá tudo para o inferno e que m deixem aqui sozinha...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Andy;"&gt;A vida é uma merda... Pensamos que quando encontramos a felicidade ela é eterna. Mas não é, essa ideia é apenas mais uma das mentiras dos contos de fadas, essa e da que o principe encantado existe...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Andy;"&gt;Mundo cruel em que vivo... Maltratei todos os que me amaram ao longo da visa e quando decidi tratar alguem bem, esse alguem decidiu maltratar-me a mim... quando a minha mãe me disse que eu havia de ter um castigo para a maldade que criava em mim, nunca pensei que o castigo fosse este. Se calahr até o mereço. Se calhar até não. Mas enfim, estou a passar por ele e vou beber para esquecer... E vou fazer isso todos os dias, enquantos os houver, até que passe, e eu não sinta nada, porque já uma vez soube o que era não sentir nada. Na altura achei estranho, mas agora reconheço o lugar, e á para lá que quero voltar: para a ausência total de sentimentos humanos...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Andy;"&gt;Amor, ódio, esperança, raiva... não quero saber o que são... os sentimentos não prestam, alteram a nossa percepção da realidade e tudo o que quero é sentir-me o mais racional possivel... Será que é possível???&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-1066647136396137854?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/1066647136396137854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=1066647136396137854' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/1066647136396137854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/1066647136396137854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2007/09/racionalidade-ou-no.html' title='Racionalidade... Ou Não...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-902300920737818971</id><published>2007-09-05T13:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T13:29:01.367+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Khazneth Means&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(209, 243, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K is for Keen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H is for Heavenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is for Amorous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z is for Zany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N is for Neat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E is for Enthusiastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T is for Tame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H is for Helpful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyournamemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Name Mean?&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/23370380-902300920737818971?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/902300920737818971/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=902300920737818971' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/902300920737818971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/902300920737818971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2007/09/eu.html' title='Eu...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-3511562902552012572</id><published>2007-08-30T16:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T17:03:04.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Woman!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagirlorawomanquiz/woman.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you've made it to adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;You're emotionally mature, responsible, and unlikely to act out.&lt;br /&gt;You accept that life is hard - and do your best to keep things upbeat.&lt;br /&gt;This makes you the perfect girlfriend... or even wife!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagirlorawomanquiz/"&gt;Are You A Girl Or a Woman?&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/23370380-3511562902552012572?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/3511562902552012572/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=3511562902552012572' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/3511562902552012572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/3511562902552012572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2007/08/woman.html' title='Woman...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370380.post-4026525842031360695</id><published>2007-08-25T02:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T02:28:38.657+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Cupido...</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Andy;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;O que se segue é, para mim, a melhor descrição que alguma vez ouvi da personagem "cupido"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintam o cupido nu porque um grande amor não se esconde atrás da razão nem se evita com a prudência. Se os deuses nunca conseguiram juntar o amor e a sabedoria, como podemos esperar tal milagre dos comuns mortais? Cupido não passa de um menino travesso que não quer crescer nem deixar de fazer as suas tropelias. Tem asas, porque o amor é rápido e entra com ligeireza para o sangue. Nunca larga as setas, porque gosta de apontar ao coração quando menos se espera. E a ferida que provoca é igual à seta atirada: imprevisível quando dispara, estreita na ferida, certeira e funda na penetração, difícil de tratar e tantas vezes impossível de curar. Maldito cupido, que provocou guerras intermináveis, matou homens e deuses, destuiu impérios, incendiou cidades e afundou navios. Maldito cupido, com cara de anjo e alma de Mefistófeles, sempre a rir-se de nós. Nunca ninguém soube onde mora ainda esse eterno terrorista das almas, que ataca de surpresa e deixa atrás de si um rasto de danos tantas vezes irreparáveis. Maldito cupido, que é mais forte do que a vida e a morte, mesmo quando a vida se convence que o sabe domar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Margarida Rebelo Pinto, in "Diário da Tua Ausência"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Andy;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23370380-4026525842031360695?l=lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/feeds/4026525842031360695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23370380&amp;postID=4026525842031360695' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/4026525842031360695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23370380/posts/default/4026525842031360695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeisntalwaysfair.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-cupido.html' title='O Cupido...'/><author><name>Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09459515529934124564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-SGRglaZxMY/SB-SDFJi0cI/AAAAAAAAABI/JQC09pTk8so/S220/db5jRH282325-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
