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Primeiro porque as musicas pareciam todas iguais e depois porque pareciam&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (como diz o meu pai)&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chuncalhos&lt;/span&gt;" a bater uns nos outros.&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo, e começando a ir a discotecas &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(mesmo que não muito frequentemente)&lt;/span&gt; comecei a ver o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;House &lt;/span&gt;com outros olhos. Comecei a gostar e hoje em dia há dias em que acordo toda cheia de energia e só me apetece ouvir &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disso&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Porém não gosto daquele &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;House &lt;/span&gt;progressivo, gosto do comercial. Só que como todos os estilos, este não foge à regra e tem uma lacuna, uma GRANDE LACUNA.&lt;br /&gt;É que esta música é mesmo horrível, não gosto mesmo. É daquelas que se estiver a passar na rádio me faz mudar logo de emissora. E o problema é que depois de ver o videoclip ainda gosto menos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, gostos não se discutem, mas esta música é um assassinato ao &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;House &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="440"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WSWrepLjTKc&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WSWrepLjTKc&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xffffff&amp;amp;color2=0xffffff" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="440"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669646202849121880-2102775686742649971?l=viagem-pela-minha-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r2Sk7peI4iZXJVsPZJVxa2IN7xY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r2Sk7peI4iZXJVsPZJVxa2IN7xY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Malmequer/~4/LDSEihzKd7U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://viagem-pela-minha-vida.blogspot.com/feeds/3022401631386896147/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://viagem-pela-minha-vida.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-se-um-dia.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669646202849121880/posts/default/3022401631386896147?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4669646202849121880/posts/default/3022401631386896147?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Malmequer/~3/LDSEihzKd7U/e-se-um-dia.html" title="e se um dia..." /><author><name>Daniela Malmequer ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11187689385848441656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxgZP_lxYts/S__ZvkP4OcI/AAAAAAAAAVU/HtujTpGYHIU/S220/01,02.08.09+011-1.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://viagem-pela-minha-vida.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-se-um-dia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUABR3Y7fSp7ImA9WxBaEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669646202849121880.post-8466222609533804083</id><published>2010-03-19T14:05:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-19T14:09:16.805Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-19T14:09:16.805Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pessoal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aniversãrios" /><title>papa day's</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aceav.pt/blogs/eportefolio/8c/02/Lists/Fotografias/dia+do+pai%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://www.aceav.pt/blogs/eportefolio/8c/02/Lists/Fotografias/dia+do+pai%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu pai não é um pai perfeito. Eu não sou uma filha perfeita. Lá à nossa maneira sabemos amar-nos.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é o dia de agradecer. Agradecer tudo o que fizeste e continuas a fazer por mim. Dizer-te que és o exemplo que um pai deve ser,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;PARABÉNS A TI PAI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669646202849121880-8466222609533804083?l=viagem-pela-minha-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu também disse que a minha opinião não era a politicamente correcta e agora vou explicar-vos porquê.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VG5eLJ-bE5Y&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VG5eLJ-bE5Y&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xffffff&amp;amp;color2=0xffffff" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi este vídeo que me pôs a pensar sobre o assunto. Comecei a imaginar o meu pai a revelar-me que era homossexual. Bem, passaram-me montes de coisa pela cabeça. Para começar, é óbvio que não lhe ia dizer "ah, ok! não me faz diferença nenhuma, continuas a ser meu pai" porque é claro que &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;ia fazer diferença e abalar o meu mundo por completo&lt;/span&gt;. Desde pequena que os meus pais me tentam incutir alguns valores e vê-los arrasados e traídos dessa maneira não seria, certamente, fácil de aceitar. Quando falo em valores não me quero referir a heterossexualidade, nada disso, refiro-me apenas a verdade, lealdade e responsabilidade.&lt;br /&gt;O que leio e o oiço sobre a homossexualidade é que &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;não é uma opção ou escolha &lt;/span&gt; mas que já nasce com a pessoa e &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;eu sei que nem sempre deve ser fácil aceitar que se é diferente do que é &lt;i&gt;"normal" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;para a nossa sociedade, mas se realmente as pessoas sabem a sua orientação sexual desde sempre, tem de ter a &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RESPONSABILIDADE &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;de não fazer nada que possa magoar terceiros. Porque acreditar uma vida inteira que um pai é de uma forma e depois levar com uma bomba em cima a dizer que ele afinal não é assim, isso não é pêra doce.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, depois de me passar a &lt;i&gt;"raiva"&lt;/i&gt; faria o mesmo que a Mariane: &lt;i&gt;"eu perguntaria porque é que eles não pensaram nisso antes de se casar e me ter (de uma forma simpática, claro). era possível que me incomodasse um pouco por isso, por terem se casado mesmo assim, mas no mais era na boa..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A R.L. disse: &lt;i&gt;"Sentir-me-ia extremamente respeitada, pelo facto de terem a coragem de revelar isso e mostrar essa confiança."&lt;/i&gt; e concordo com ela, daria muito valor pelo facto de ter coragem de me estar a contar uma coisa tão delicada porém, esse valor não seria dado no momento em que ele me estivesse a contar, mas sim quando eu esfriasse a cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero que pensem que sou homofóbica, nada disso, para mim, &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;os/as homossexuais são simplesmente pessoas, não tem nada de diferente de nós, absolutamente &lt;b&gt;NADA&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; só que é difícil aceitar que pessoas tão próximas como os nossos pais nos esconderam isso a vida toda, que se esconderam de quem realmente eram. Eu sei que se o meu pai ou mãe me fizesse uma revelação dessas a minha reacção, inicialmente, não iria ser boa mas com tempo iria aceitar porque, como disse a Cat, &lt;i&gt;"Pais são pais, não interessa, podem ser gays, lésbicas, zarolhos, coxos. São pais."&lt;/i&gt;, e iria continuar a amá-los da mesma forma.&lt;br /&gt;E agora a parte chata, houve alguém que comentou, em anónimo, o seguinte: &lt;i&gt;"eu?! reagia assim: seu gay,larilas,homossexual,panasca,gigolo,paneleiro! nunca mais me apareças à frente!".&lt;/i&gt; Ora bem, não é a virar a cara que se resolvem os problemas, há que enfrentá-los, discuti-los e chegar a um consenso. Não vale a pena "não aceitar", ele não iria deixar do o ser só por isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4669646202849121880-8541836450141518686?l=viagem-pela-minha-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cxgZP_lxYts/S5JHrm3xvkI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xjqopbZXlU0/s200/pr_mio_dardos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445493713938792002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O Prémio DARDOS visa reconhecer o mérito dos blogueiros que se empenham em transmitir valores culturais, éticos e pessoais, através das palavras e da arte demonstrada em seus trabalhos, transformadas num pensamento vivo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regras associadas ao prémio:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;/strong&gt;Aceitar e publicar o prémio, juntamente com o nome e o link de quem me indicou;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;/strong&gt;Oferecer o prémio para 15 blogs e comunicá-los da indicação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada à menina &lt;a href="http://lifeinachocolatecup.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pequenina*&lt;/a&gt; pela coisa fófinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ora aqui vão os 15:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;♥ &lt;a href="http://lifeinachocolatecup.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pequenina*&lt;/a&gt; [a própria que me deu o miminho]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;♥ &lt;a href="http://adocecoquinhas.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Doce Coquinhas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;♥ &lt;a href="http://ahotclick.blogspot.com/"&gt;ALL THAT JAZZ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;♥ &lt;a href="http://anafilaticus.blogspot.com/"&gt;AnaFilática&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;♥ &lt;a href="http://blackandwhitereality.blogspot.com/"&gt;Black &amp;amp; White&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;♥ &lt;a href="http://bombocadoamor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bomboca do Amor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;♥ &lt;a href="http://cartasafilosofia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cartas à Filo-Sofia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;♥ &lt;a href="http://gregarematenas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erasmus: Perdidas em Atenas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;♥ &lt;a href="http://estatudonospormenores.blogspot.com/"&gt;Está tudo nos pormenores&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;♥ &lt;a href="http://preliminar.blogspot.com/"&gt;JornaliStar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;♥ &lt;a href="http://bigbeautifulgirls4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mulher XL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;♥ &lt;a href="http://in-the-catwalk.blogspot.com/"&gt;my catwalk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;♥ &lt;a href="http://um1dois2tres3.blogspot.com/"&gt;Saskia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;♥ &lt;a href="http://lovelystrawberrykiss.blogspot.com/"&gt;Strawberry Kiss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;♥ &lt;a href="http://espacosdovazio.blogspot.com/"&gt;No espaço do vazio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;muito importante:&lt;/strong&gt; meninas não se esqueçam de dar a vossa opinião &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sobre a questão que está aqui no post abaixo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(: &lt;strong&gt;BOM FIM DE SEMANA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/4669646202849121880-7633670153733775394?l=viagem-pela-minha-vida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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