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Mas infelizmente a vida por vezes muda de maneiras que nem sempre conseguimos controlar. E essa ausência passa a ser mais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;frequente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Posso dizer que até à pouco tempo eu ainda não sabia o que era a saudade. Mas agora tenho-me apercebido do que ela é feita. A saudade é feita da ausência, não é necessário que seja uma ausência de um mês ou um ano. Basta que nós nos apercebamos de que agora não conseguimos controlar o tempo como controlavamos antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Quando a "responsabilidade" bate à porta torna tudo um pouco mais difícil. No entanto, eu tenho tentado não me ausentar muito. Tenho estado com os amigos e a familia e, aproveitar cada momento que passo com eles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E para que fique registado, amo-vos a todos e de todos tenho saudades, pois vocês são muito importantes para mim. Pois ajudaram-me a "moldar" e a crescer para melhor pessoa me tornar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jinhos&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/5115593213894454234-4331347382960270412?l=soficarrasquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu vou experientar, depois logo digo o resultado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Muitas atitudes e hábitos podem interferir no seu sono. A maioria das dicas abaixo é pura aplicação do senso comum, mas (não surpreendentemente) muitas pessoas com dificuldades relacionadas ao sono ou ao horário de acordar não as seguem. Vamos a elas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenha horários regulares:&lt;/strong&gt; não precisa cronometrar, nem transformar isto em obsessão (que poderia até ter o efeito contrário), mas o hábito facilita a criação de um ciclo saudável de sono. Neste sentido, se você está acostumado a ir dormir às 23h30 e acordar às 7h30, é muito provável que algumas noites seguidas ficando até um pouco mais tarde assistindo TV, ou algumas manhãs seguidas ficando na cama até mais tarde irão desregular o ciclo a curto prazo, causando diretamente problemas nos dias seguintes. Se você tem tido dificuldade regularmemte para dormir, tente observar os horários de deitar com mais atenção. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adote hábitos saudáveis:&lt;/strong&gt; Alimente-se bem, faça exercícios. Pessoas que fazem exercícios regularmente tendem a dormir mais profundamente. Mas isso não quer dizer que você deve fazer qualquer uma dessas 2 coisas imediatamente antes da hora de dormir, pois torna-se mais difícil relaxar e a qualidade do sono é reduzida. Exercite-se *antes* de jantar, e pelo menos 3h antes de dormir. O que evitar ingerir antes de dormir: refeições “pesadas”, cafeína, nicotina e álcool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coma algo leve:&lt;/strong&gt; Refeições completas antes de dormir estão proibidas, mas dormir com fome também é um obstáculo. Coma uma fruta, meia tigela de sucrilhos, um copo de leite, ou o que fizer bem a você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seja persistente mas não exagere:&lt;/strong&gt; Ficar na cama mais do que 40 minutos sem conseguir dormir pode acabar sendo contraproducente. Levante-se e escolha alguma atividade relaxante ou tediosa. Para mim, tomar um banho quente funciona bem, mas para outras pessoas o banho está associado ao ato de acordar, e deve ser evitado. Leia um livro, dobre roupas, ouça música calma, faça um chá (o ato de esperar a água ferver, sem ter mais nada para fazer, pode ajudar também). Resista à tentação de ligar a TV ou o computador. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não tenha picos de concentração antes de dormir:&lt;/strong&gt; Não execute atividades complexas antes da hora de ir deitar. Você não conseguirá dormir facilmente logo depois de executar cáculos complexos ou planejar as finanças da família. Se você conhecer técnicas de relaxamento, meditação, exercícios respiratórios, etc., pratique-os! Senão, adote atitudes que você sabe que lhe ajudam a relaxar. Esvazie o buffer: Se você não está conseguindo dormir porque está com um problema ou idéias na cabeça, levante-se, saia do quarto e anote um sumário de suas idéias em um papel. E não o traga para o quarto! Ao retornar, procure não pensar mais no assunto, pois você já garantiu que poderá continuar amanhã. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Associe a cama ao sono:&lt;/strong&gt; Não assista TV nela (especialmente antes de dormir), não leve o notebook para o quarto, evite até mesmo ler deitado nela. Se você já tem o hábito de ver TV na cama, mas ultimamente tem tido insônia, tente passar uns dias sem ligar a TV no quarto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Capriche nos equipamentos:&lt;/strong&gt; Um quarto confortável é um facilitador do sono. Vire seu colchão regularmente, elimine desníveis e rangidos, tenha lençóis e fronhas confortáveis, troque-os com regularidade suficiente, tenha um despertador que permita dormir sem a preocupação de que irá perder a hora, ajuste a temperatura como necessário para ter conforto térmico. Evite iluminação desnecessária: Uma boa cortina ou blackout é um investimento na qualidade do sono – luz do ambiente externo pode ser um fator importante para atrapalhar o sono. Se você tem aparelhos eletrônicos no quarto, desligue todos. Os leds dos computadores, estabilizadores, impressoras etc. produzem luz suficiente para atrapalhar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruído branco:&lt;/strong&gt; Caso os sons externos (trânsito, vizinhos, animais, etc.) estejam atrapalhando seu sono, procure cancelá-los com ruído branco produzido intencionalmente por você. Um ventilador apontado para a parede produz um som constante, por exemplo. Existem CDs de sons da natureza (vento soprando, chuva caindo, etc.) geralmente usados para compor ambientes para meditação, mas que também podem servir muito bem para cancelar o barulho que externo que impede que você pegue no sono. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não durma durante o dia:&lt;/strong&gt; uma sesta ou soneca de até 15 minutos depois do almoço podem fazer maravilhas pela sua produtividade. Se você pode se dar este luxo, faça-o sempre que tiver vontade! Mas não durma por longos períodos durante o dia, isso prejudica o sono noturno e ajuda a aprofundar crises de sono continuadas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remédios para dormir:&lt;/strong&gt; evite soníferos e calmantes, mesmo sob orientação médica – primeiro discuta bem outras alternativas. De modo geral, medicamentos para dormir deveriam ser usados apenas a curto prazo – o uso freqüentemente geralmente acaba se tornando ineficaz após algum tempo. Nunca se automedique, e se você sentir que sua medicação está perdendo o efeito, procure o seu médico – não aumente a dose sozinho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115593213894454234-2484259397704962948?l=soficarrasquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Dois truques de beleza:&lt;/strong&gt; Uma boa sombra esfumada acompanhada de rimel;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Duas prendas que gostas de receber:&lt;/strong&gt; Apesar de ter de sobra adoro receber maquiagem ou pincéis para maquiagem. E claro, qualquer adereço para a minha máquina fotográfica;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Local preferido para fazer compras:&lt;/strong&gt; Cascaishopping, Colombo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Dois defeitos:&lt;/strong&gt;Teimosia e Orgulho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Duas qualidades:&lt;/strong&gt; Perfeccionismo e Simpatia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Dois produtos de beleza recomendáveis:&lt;/strong&gt; Para o cabelo adoro a marca da Schwarzkopf para a pele adoro os produtos da Forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Três manias:&lt;/strong&gt; preparar a roupa que vou vestir no dia a seguir (caso contrário não sei o que vestir e atraso-me); vaguear pela net; sair para beber café.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. 3 características que não suportas nas pessoas:&lt;/strong&gt; Falsidade (estar constantemente a dar facadas nas costas); Pessoas mal educadas e Pessoas Arrogantes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. 3 características que adoras nas pessoas:&lt;/strong&gt; Simpatia, Escelente sentido de humor e bondade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Pessoa especial para ti:&lt;/strong&gt; Para já não existe uma pessoa mas sim algumas amigas especiais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passar o selo a 5 blogs:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://palpitaqui.blogspot.com/"&gt;Patricia&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://cegueiramental.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pintas*&lt;/a&gt; ; &lt;a href="http://docesussurro-blog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Doce Sussurro&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://anirathecat.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anira the Cat&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://girlinthecloudsss.blogspot.com/"&gt;Girl in the Clouds&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/5115593213894454234-2513615458334774561?l=soficarrasquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Uma discussão em que mais uma vez a minha mãe cala-se e fecha os olhos. Uma daquelas discussões em que até o meu irmão praticamente fugiu da cozinha e eu (que estava de pijama) era quase expulsa de casa. Ainda por cima com os nervos à flor da pele e as lágrimas a carirem involuntáriamente comecei a rir. O que ainda fez a situação tornar-se pior do que o que estava, pois o meu pai pensou que eu estava a gozar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E vocês perguntam - se, mas o que é que originou tamanha discussão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Resposta: O arroz (ou falta dele) no tacho para jantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ridiculo não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pois é, é tão ridículo que eu nem acredito no que se passou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E eu como também não sou "pêra doce" ao reparar na "quantidade" de arroz que sobrou para mim (uma colher de sopa) disse: "Bem, obrigada por me deixarem tantas sobras". Eu digo isto poque eu jamais me serviria ao ponto de não deixar quase nada para o meu filho ou amigo se assim fosse. Não que passe fome, não é o caso, mas sim a atitude que me deixou zangada direi. Daí ter dito o que dissetalvez de uma forma um pouco agressiva. O que no fim aconteceu muito brevemente foi o meu pai a crer dar-me a prato dele para eu comer e como eu não aceitei agarrou-me para tentar tirar-me o meu prato. Para não haver nenhum acidente eu pousei o prato e fui para a salar. Passado 3 minutos ele vem ter comigo e obriga-me a ir para a conzinha para comer, visto eu ter feito o que fiz ou comia ou então ia embora. Vou então para a cozinha e não estava a comer (o que ainda agravou mais a situação, mas ao mesmo tempo porque nem queria acreditar que me estavam a obrigar a comer).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Foi aí que senti uma dor tão forte como nunca tinha sentido. Uma pressão na garganta que não me deixava engolir os 3 grãos de arroz que tinha levado à boca. Ao perceber que não ia conseguir comer fui enfiar-me na casa de banho para tomar um duche, para ver se aliviava os nervos. Ao que o meu irmão entra e abraça-me dizendo: "não ligues ao que o pai disse, ele disse isso sem pensar". Ao que eu respondo, é a segunda vez que ele me manda embora de casa e eu digo-te, só não vou porque não tenho para onde ir. Se tivesse há muito tempo que já não morava nesta casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5115593213894454234-8985924612749637210?l=soficarrasquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A meio do serviço não é espanto meu quando vejo uma antiga amiga minha da qual nunca mais tive noticias. Esta amiga conhecia no secundário e sempre nos demos bem. Mesmo depois de terminar o secundário de vez em quando &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;voltávamos&lt;/span&gt; a encontrar-nos. Apesar de eu a considerar como amiga e achar que ela também me considerava ela tinha uma maneira de tratar os amigos fossem quem fossem de uma maneira que agora em certa parte condeno. Do tipo, só estava pronta para sair quando não tinha namorado, quando voltava para o namorado desaparecia sem deixar rasto e quando terminava voltava para ter um ombro onde chorar. Entre várias coisas que foram acontecendo eu fui percebendo que sempre que eu precisava de um ombro para chorar ela nunca podia. Até que eu fui descobrindo mentiras e cortei com essa "amizade". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Então lá estava ela há espera de mesa com o namorado. Por coincidência das coincidências foi para à minha sala. Entretanto quando se vinha despedir de mim não é o meu espanto que vejo uma larga proeminência na barriga e pergunto...estás grávida? Ao que ela responde sim, já estou de 3 meses, por isso também tenho andado desaparecida, etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Na altura eu não pensei e então fui comentar com amiga minhas que souberam de tudo o que fiz por ela e porque não voltei sequer a mandar mensagens. Ao que elas lá me voltaram a abrir os olhos, porque infelizmente parece que naquele momento ao falar com ela eu já me tinha esquecido de porque é que não me dava mais com ela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E lá me disseram elas, então ela está grávida de 3 meses e não te diz nada e, por te ver aqui as coisas já estão todas normalissimas como se continuassem a dar-se e como se nada tivesse acontecido? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E lá penso eu de novo, como é que eu fui tão estúpida e já estava a acreditar em tudo o que ela me dizia. Mas porquê....será que ainda não aprendi que há pessoas que não mudam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/5115593213894454234-6071410271392140760?l=soficarrasquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429639456909705890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qitOuaEzVm0/S1n0UY-MQqI/AAAAAAAAGRI/9Gp-26RUF_w/s400/selinho_tiajukinha_de_Alejandra.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Este selinho foi-me oferecido pela The Bloom Girl, muito obrigada;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As regras são dizer 10 coisas que não me saem da cabeça:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Epah, tantas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ainda estou a pensar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Deixa-me fazer mais uma batotice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ganhar o Euromilhões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Saber que todos os meses tenho uns dias que não posso evitar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A estreia do livro onde participei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;O livro que estou a ler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Os gatos que tenho de tratar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As amigas que tenho de cuidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A familia que me tras tanta satisfação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ofereço a todos os bloguistas que venham visitar e mais uma vez em especial a:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Palpit'Aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Bloom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pintas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Olhos Dourados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Anira the Cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5115593213894454234-113742415789838373?l=soficarrasquinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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