<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-3817453731831905598</id><updated>2024-08-30T03:02:55.197+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Words are meaningless</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-are-meaningless.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-are-meaningless.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326889423893248182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2GswwR2skBD6qdOSPjPrT2YztwyuUi5nceHvjLTxBE2oITk1VLOdRthb94EGETjOEr0ag6qJC6sE4XoUVDYJ-svFtV6d3NYvNXfNOVefqa5jeEO2VnCxlZ9sCcorUtg/s220/tumblr_kzv2r6pmsS1qzgahto1_500.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817453731831905598.post-4841854933224117449</id><published>2013-09-19T12:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2013-09-19T12:57:50.161+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdas estúpidas</title><content type='html'>Amo-te.&lt;div&gt;
Amo-te e Amo-te mesmo a sério.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
É estúpido, terrivelmente estúpido mas Amo-te e é uma pena que assim seja.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/4841854933224117449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/4841854933224117449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-are-meaningless.blogspot.com/2013/09/merdas-estupidas.html' title='Merdas estúpidas'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326889423893248182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2GswwR2skBD6qdOSPjPrT2YztwyuUi5nceHvjLTxBE2oITk1VLOdRthb94EGETjOEr0ag6qJC6sE4XoUVDYJ-svFtV6d3NYvNXfNOVefqa5jeEO2VnCxlZ9sCcorUtg/s220/tumblr_kzv2r6pmsS1qzgahto1_500.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817453731831905598.post-4545366012263816348</id><published>2011-03-09T21:37:00.001+00:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T21:37:53.235+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Encerrado</title><content type='html'>PERMANENTEMENTE</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/4545366012263816348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/4545366012263816348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-are-meaningless.blogspot.com/2011/03/encerrado.html' title='Encerrado'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326889423893248182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2GswwR2skBD6qdOSPjPrT2YztwyuUi5nceHvjLTxBE2oITk1VLOdRthb94EGETjOEr0ag6qJC6sE4XoUVDYJ-svFtV6d3NYvNXfNOVefqa5jeEO2VnCxlZ9sCcorUtg/s220/tumblr_kzv2r6pmsS1qzgahto1_500.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817453731831905598.post-2210228519670835580</id><published>2011-02-27T19:12:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T19:13:43.119+00:00</updated><title type='text'>overrated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0W629jlskDTyvbtZ7D4r-PV5P2RtpRmhLvNqbxXRgWgrEObJDKKu2MBIuRCXOAeMQAd_t2tT8d0y-duvR6sOocDLlw15nI3dd3M9NB8MshKXSg6x16RC3wB6M6CEISC1h6w0gRVALCXg/s1600/pointless.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/ihiBWlozbIQ?fs=1&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/78085914532458213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/78085914532458213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-are-meaningless.blogspot.com/2011/01/samuel-uria-teimoso.html' title='Samuel Úria - &quot;Teimoso&quot;'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326889423893248182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2GswwR2skBD6qdOSPjPrT2YztwyuUi5nceHvjLTxBE2oITk1VLOdRthb94EGETjOEr0ag6qJC6sE4XoUVDYJ-svFtV6d3NYvNXfNOVefqa5jeEO2VnCxlZ9sCcorUtg/s220/tumblr_kzv2r6pmsS1qzgahto1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/ihiBWlozbIQ/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817453731831905598.post-1217635903859671123</id><published>2011-01-12T20:33:00.002+00:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T20:34:24.687+00:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn0wfC5lWGjybVKcrlIwgE7lqhmCdhsn6M7gom3eWYyqkGLAr5YaJitbhkvon0hKM6Na47KDse3ezVKkOmx0_RAm0bU_lG6Wd5KntYxchW21iP_0gOIZB_Ug44bmuVDzDZjL903QPgNVM/s1600/never.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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No azul não me perco, encontro-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/2327881886245506762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/2327881886245506762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-are-meaningless.blogspot.com/2010/11/azul-2.html' title='Azul 2'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326889423893248182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2GswwR2skBD6qdOSPjPrT2YztwyuUi5nceHvjLTxBE2oITk1VLOdRthb94EGETjOEr0ag6qJC6sE4XoUVDYJ-svFtV6d3NYvNXfNOVefqa5jeEO2VnCxlZ9sCcorUtg/s220/tumblr_kzv2r6pmsS1qzgahto1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwIqgrZqEo4VpTrs4mtKq4Iyb3GEKEiNE6u8nGud_f2gA3xOlMRjaIbez_N7KbsyDmPUsu4ApGT5Iy1T5qQQ9NcyNWqcz3NFdbj5NK5h5jb_iK1YklPQeHLzpcmphxzWRv8HnKKaX6nYc/s72-c/01112010357.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817453731831905598.post-3000287223465344361</id><published>2010-10-20T23:12:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T23:19:14.024+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adults are, like, this mess of sadness and phobias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgAtLYHGeEBY3wOmFlJCJwNdcfEQ4zoe0hmSsOkk-EA0oPq_S2kAr3iCUVNjQRWTf-8dajrZoScgkHFTCXpYxsqL3HAixrla2dGqP2wNZYtjx58Ai9ObJfrkQtyjankFKVnFG91AoXXhc/s1600/secretary-dvd-cover.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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Underground</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style=&quot;BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/h_pfLuFDx7I/hqdefault.jpg)&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;295&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/h_pfLuFDx7I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/h_pfLuFDx7I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;295&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;never&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wristcutters: A love story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/1241159226602303155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/1241159226602303155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-are-meaningless.blogspot.com/2010/10/through-roof-n-underground.html' title='Through the Roof &#39;n&#39; 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WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528364162868085794&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXxCANC-Pg24rR90oy2C76VUs_It9P_zjNJqHGS3hnQUA0wLvfYaP1_3oD1MQfjof-yCYLzWQh09f13_NCuCpHD4jPxkiVMyvmGK3L-6hIatpeZyCokQev83oPmmq-kjDloABALcvCC6k/s400/100_1838.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando estou stressada dá-me para as limpezas ou para cozinhar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;-- Pseudo red velvet&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/3392258210792172858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/3392258210792172858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-are-meaningless.blogspot.com/2010/10/quando-estou-stressada-da-me-para-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326889423893248182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2GswwR2skBD6qdOSPjPrT2YztwyuUi5nceHvjLTxBE2oITk1VLOdRthb94EGETjOEr0ag6qJC6sE4XoUVDYJ-svFtV6d3NYvNXfNOVefqa5jeEO2VnCxlZ9sCcorUtg/s220/tumblr_kzv2r6pmsS1qzgahto1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXxCANC-Pg24rR90oy2C76VUs_It9P_zjNJqHGS3hnQUA0wLvfYaP1_3oD1MQfjof-yCYLzWQh09f13_NCuCpHD4jPxkiVMyvmGK3L-6hIatpeZyCokQev83oPmmq-kjDloABALcvCC6k/s72-c/100_1838.JPG" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817453731831905598.post-3703664704781453190</id><published>2010-10-15T03:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T03:11:15.898+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu não estou bem e estou farta de fingir que estou.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/3703664704781453190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/3703664704781453190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-are-meaningless.blogspot.com/2010/10/eu-nao-estou-bem-e-estou-farta-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326889423893248182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2GswwR2skBD6qdOSPjPrT2YztwyuUi5nceHvjLTxBE2oITk1VLOdRthb94EGETjOEr0ag6qJC6sE4XoUVDYJ-svFtV6d3NYvNXfNOVefqa5jeEO2VnCxlZ9sCcorUtg/s220/tumblr_kzv2r6pmsS1qzgahto1_500.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817453731831905598.post-4522514913510377726</id><published>2010-10-15T00:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T00:58:06.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXCpyuR_ukIu6VAZQcsvAaEMFZHMkWExyIxqxTU9POYNJlav2a-fpTz9a6roxr0GBN-TBfZ849SjGY3Ymvo8bVY71uq__418SCOf7tp8Ke0co9Rco-e7ocPoeETKL9IE4G13nejXmDEYI/s1600/sunshine.bmp&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528054741286493378&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXCpyuR_ukIu6VAZQcsvAaEMFZHMkWExyIxqxTU9POYNJlav2a-fpTz9a6roxr0GBN-TBfZ849SjGY3Ymvo8bVY71uq__418SCOf7tp8Ke0co9Rco-e7ocPoeETKL9IE4G13nejXmDEYI/s400/sunshine.bmp&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afundam os meus sonhos. Perturbam a minha realidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem se diz &quot;mais vale só que mal acompanhada&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/4522514913510377726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/4522514913510377726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-are-meaningless.blogspot.com/2010/10/afundam-os-meus-sonhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326889423893248182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2GswwR2skBD6qdOSPjPrT2YztwyuUi5nceHvjLTxBE2oITk1VLOdRthb94EGETjOEr0ag6qJC6sE4XoUVDYJ-svFtV6d3NYvNXfNOVefqa5jeEO2VnCxlZ9sCcorUtg/s220/tumblr_kzv2r6pmsS1qzgahto1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXCpyuR_ukIu6VAZQcsvAaEMFZHMkWExyIxqxTU9POYNJlav2a-fpTz9a6roxr0GBN-TBfZ849SjGY3Ymvo8bVY71uq__418SCOf7tp8Ke0co9Rco-e7ocPoeETKL9IE4G13nejXmDEYI/s72-c/sunshine.bmp" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817453731831905598.post-6248482770461994469</id><published>2010-10-09T20:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:57:33.091+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate remedies adversity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpqnTdzBmtqK2pl_gb_FZgxlGqDIjcPInC1Q8gLjw6ykBR9IlNhEL0H0dk2Et5U12UEQRQ_M0NRCrfc8bLvfGS20rXtAPMBCTViYnvUQlII1_txrIlbjCK_92FLd2a5qcz_S2CY3lw1o0/s1600/red+velvet.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526137063937674274&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpqnTdzBmtqK2pl_gb_FZgxlGqDIjcPInC1Q8gLjw6ykBR9IlNhEL0H0dk2Et5U12UEQRQ_M0NRCrfc8bLvfGS20rXtAPMBCTViYnvUQlII1_txrIlbjCK_92FLd2a5qcz_S2CY3lw1o0/s400/red+velvet.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Estou triste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Quero chocolate ou qualquer coisa doce por favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/6248482770461994469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/6248482770461994469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-are-meaningless.blogspot.com/2010/10/chocolate-remedies-adversity.html' title='Chocolate remedies adversity'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326889423893248182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2GswwR2skBD6qdOSPjPrT2YztwyuUi5nceHvjLTxBE2oITk1VLOdRthb94EGETjOEr0ag6qJC6sE4XoUVDYJ-svFtV6d3NYvNXfNOVefqa5jeEO2VnCxlZ9sCcorUtg/s220/tumblr_kzv2r6pmsS1qzgahto1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpqnTdzBmtqK2pl_gb_FZgxlGqDIjcPInC1Q8gLjw6ykBR9IlNhEL0H0dk2Et5U12UEQRQ_M0NRCrfc8bLvfGS20rXtAPMBCTViYnvUQlII1_txrIlbjCK_92FLd2a5qcz_S2CY3lw1o0/s72-c/red+velvet.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817453731831905598.post-8907561167890041903</id><published>2010-10-08T15:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T15:36:55.109+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV-UfQxTxkCkRZAjlW6tvIVa8FihBuTlYZqQm-369TkroTKrFYMq3vl4_BCr_dWi7HY9d1_t8BW4UTUs3l4Jgxxut0TTojSXYDkzlapJSKXehP2FhE9ERoim5GYUSAr6XAfuBbyp-9QU8/s1600/chuva.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525684139730509890&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV-UfQxTxkCkRZAjlW6tvIVa8FihBuTlYZqQm-369TkroTKrFYMq3vl4_BCr_dWi7HY9d1_t8BW4UTUs3l4Jgxxut0TTojSXYDkzlapJSKXehP2FhE9ERoim5GYUSAr6XAfuBbyp-9QU8/s400/chuva.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho tanto sono. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s.: Chuva!!!!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/8907561167890041903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/8907561167890041903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-are-meaningless.blogspot.com/2010/10/tenho-tanto-sono.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326889423893248182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2GswwR2skBD6qdOSPjPrT2YztwyuUi5nceHvjLTxBE2oITk1VLOdRthb94EGETjOEr0ag6qJC6sE4XoUVDYJ-svFtV6d3NYvNXfNOVefqa5jeEO2VnCxlZ9sCcorUtg/s220/tumblr_kzv2r6pmsS1qzgahto1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV-UfQxTxkCkRZAjlW6tvIVa8FihBuTlYZqQm-369TkroTKrFYMq3vl4_BCr_dWi7HY9d1_t8BW4UTUs3l4Jgxxut0TTojSXYDkzlapJSKXehP2FhE9ERoim5GYUSAr6XAfuBbyp-9QU8/s72-c/chuva.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817453731831905598.post-4511230821873828791</id><published>2010-10-08T03:16:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T03:56:56.612+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fractura</title><content type='html'>Ando a tentar descobrir o que me move nos dias que correm, o que sou, o que quero. É uma tarefa árdua começar de novo em tão pouco tempo. O corpo humano é &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;incrível&lt;/span&gt;, sinapses transmitem informação, o pensamento forma-se. Tenho tentado descobrir o segredo da imunidade, tentar recriar o evento para questões do sentimento. Quem é que disse que era o pensamento que controlava o sentimento? O coração é um músculo, não sente..já dizia a outra da televisão, mas bem que funciona &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;descontroladamente&lt;/span&gt; quando quer, só porque lhe apetece, só porque sim, movimentos &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;descompassados&lt;/span&gt;, espasmos violentos. Ando a tentar descobrir quem sou eu se retirar o coração da equação, quem sou eu fora o sentimento. O comandante só me levanta mais questões como se não soubesse trabalhar sozinho, sempre envolto em mistério, trabalha em simbiose com o outro, o que quero evitar. Raio do coração, um &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;músculo&lt;/span&gt; dizem eles, é um fardo, só confunde, baralha o sistema. A minha coordenação não passa de uma tentativa falhada, ambos trabalham a tempos diferentes. &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Unipasso&lt;/span&gt;? Palavra desconhecida. Um precisa de mais &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;combustível&lt;/span&gt;, de mais oxigénio, quiçá de um conhecido da &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;epinefrina&lt;/span&gt; para funcionar melhor, acompanhar o passo do outro. O meu alento é o dom de recuperação do corpo, a sua imensidão de capacidades. Fora a ciência, a matemática e a filosofia, com uma nota de esperança, eu vou entrar em sintonia com algo maior, que me preencha e me diga quem sou. &quot;Na natureza nada se cria, nada se perde, tudo se transforma&quot;. Eu no fundo ainda cá estou no meio do caos é apenas uma questão de me encontrar. Tempo.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/4511230821873828791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/4511230821873828791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-are-meaningless.blogspot.com/2010/10/fractura.html' title='Fractura'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326889423893248182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2GswwR2skBD6qdOSPjPrT2YztwyuUi5nceHvjLTxBE2oITk1VLOdRthb94EGETjOEr0ag6qJC6sE4XoUVDYJ-svFtV6d3NYvNXfNOVefqa5jeEO2VnCxlZ9sCcorUtg/s220/tumblr_kzv2r6pmsS1qzgahto1_500.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817453731831905598.post-4748330522150737654</id><published>2010-10-08T02:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T02:36:10.518+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPefoWO0Ug2JG6ry5HQ5yQLI9pWuBT-NoPxq0Fi-0ccNJxbA5FGWi3LWB9Ak5E8uL-7zSpAlOBZHFKMJp4GiPTi5wUmSaYoAw-kxwZBQxwj2PZWmVPAYycYNeLXNrFJAkEQMbiWPTVdFY/s1600/oz.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525482857458508258&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPefoWO0Ug2JG6ry5HQ5yQLI9pWuBT-NoPxq0Fi-0ccNJxbA5FGWi3LWB9Ak5E8uL-7zSpAlOBZHFKMJp4GiPTi5wUmSaYoAw-kxwZBQxwj2PZWmVPAYycYNeLXNrFJAkEQMbiWPTVdFY/s400/oz.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favourite movies of all time!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/4748330522150737654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/4748330522150737654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-are-meaningless.blogspot.com/2010/10/oz.html' title='Oz'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326889423893248182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2GswwR2skBD6qdOSPjPrT2YztwyuUi5nceHvjLTxBE2oITk1VLOdRthb94EGETjOEr0ag6qJC6sE4XoUVDYJ-svFtV6d3NYvNXfNOVefqa5jeEO2VnCxlZ9sCcorUtg/s220/tumblr_kzv2r6pmsS1qzgahto1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPefoWO0Ug2JG6ry5HQ5yQLI9pWuBT-NoPxq0Fi-0ccNJxbA5FGWi3LWB9Ak5E8uL-7zSpAlOBZHFKMJp4GiPTi5wUmSaYoAw-kxwZBQxwj2PZWmVPAYycYNeLXNrFJAkEQMbiWPTVdFY/s72-c/oz.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817453731831905598.post-3226694186951411737</id><published>2010-10-07T20:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T20:59:34.717+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SAU-DA-DE</title><content type='html'>Esqueci-me completamente de mencionar (como é que pude?!), hoje matei saudades antigas de uma coisinha pequena mas bastante prazerosa para mim: ouvir rádio no carro, ainda em noite cerrada, chuva a cair e adormecer bem encolhida no banco. Tinha tantas saudades, sempre foi uma das minhas melhores recordações de criança. Há que dar valor a pequenas coisas.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/3226694186951411737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/3226694186951411737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-are-meaningless.blogspot.com/2010/10/sau-da-de.html' title='SAU-DA-DE'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326889423893248182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2GswwR2skBD6qdOSPjPrT2YztwyuUi5nceHvjLTxBE2oITk1VLOdRthb94EGETjOEr0ag6qJC6sE4XoUVDYJ-svFtV6d3NYvNXfNOVefqa5jeEO2VnCxlZ9sCcorUtg/s220/tumblr_kzv2r6pmsS1qzgahto1_500.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817453731831905598.post-2208504048470450585</id><published>2010-10-07T18:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T18:09:58.384+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than A Thousand - Roadsick (Official Video)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style=&quot;BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/m4NHmpVNJhY/hqdefault.jpg)&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;295&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/m4NHmpVNJhY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/m4NHmpVNJhY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;295&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;never&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/2208504048470450585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/2208504048470450585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-are-meaningless.blogspot.com/2010/10/more-than-thousand-roadsick-official.html' title='More Than A Thousand - Roadsick (Official Video)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326889423893248182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2GswwR2skBD6qdOSPjPrT2YztwyuUi5nceHvjLTxBE2oITk1VLOdRthb94EGETjOEr0ag6qJC6sE4XoUVDYJ-svFtV6d3NYvNXfNOVefqa5jeEO2VnCxlZ9sCcorUtg/s220/tumblr_kzv2r6pmsS1qzgahto1_500.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817453731831905598.post-6148527081866266362</id><published>2010-10-07T13:55:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T15:33:59.557+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Merda</title><content type='html'>Eu tenho um problema na divisão, não na matemática, mas das coisas reais. Sou de extremos absolutos. Pólo positivo e negativo num único corpo. Sinto paixões pelo impossível, pela ideia do &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;inatingível&lt;/span&gt;, sinto saudades do que nunca foi. Será possível tanta &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;contrariedade&lt;/span&gt; só?&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma pontaria tal, a sorte foge de mim, agora digam lá &quot;a sorte somos nós que a fazemos!&quot;, eu cá digo que não.&lt;br /&gt;Ando sempre um passo atrás da minha vida, acompanhá-la é um cargo dos diabos, cansa-me, satura-me. Ando sempre a correr, deixo tudo para trás para persegui-la. Não sou coordenada ou &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;multi funcional&lt;/span&gt;. Deixo o amor para trás, não me é importante, vivo bem sem ele, mas quero-o bem... diga-se o amor, não o homem. Tenho um problema enorme, num mar de muitos, aborreço-me facilmente. O amor tanto me fascina como me aborrece de morte. A vida então..&lt;br /&gt;Isto não tem pés nem cabeça, é um desafio, um quebra cabeças. Sinto saudades do que nunca tive. E agora? Um aborrecimento só..</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/6148527081866266362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/6148527081866266362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-are-meaningless.blogspot.com/2010/10/merda.html' title='Merda'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326889423893248182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2GswwR2skBD6qdOSPjPrT2YztwyuUi5nceHvjLTxBE2oITk1VLOdRthb94EGETjOEr0ag6qJC6sE4XoUVDYJ-svFtV6d3NYvNXfNOVefqa5jeEO2VnCxlZ9sCcorUtg/s220/tumblr_kzv2r6pmsS1qzgahto1_500.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817453731831905598.post-831805211672891116</id><published>2010-09-26T20:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:55:09.952+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tenho que começar a prestar mais atenção a este espacinho mas sem grande inspiração é complicado por isso se escrever algo serão parvoíces daquelas de gente que não tem muito que fazer à vida (pelo menos de &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;útil&lt;/span&gt;). Começo já por dizer que amanhã é Segunda-feira.. não me agrada.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/831805211672891116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/831805211672891116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-are-meaningless.blogspot.com/2010/09/tenho-que-comecar-prestar-mais-atencao.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326889423893248182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2GswwR2skBD6qdOSPjPrT2YztwyuUi5nceHvjLTxBE2oITk1VLOdRthb94EGETjOEr0ag6qJC6sE4XoUVDYJ-svFtV6d3NYvNXfNOVefqa5jeEO2VnCxlZ9sCcorUtg/s220/tumblr_kzv2r6pmsS1qzgahto1_500.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817453731831905598.post-3954977907284991203</id><published>2010-09-07T17:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T18:02:59.751+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um desabafo gigante</title><content type='html'>Não quero dar uma de &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt; pois não acredito que este seja o espaço adequado para tal mas não posso deixar de dizer o que me vai no pensamento. Ora bem, eventos recentes uma vez mais colocaram-me a questionar a validade de um relacionamento, eu acho tudo muito giro, os &quot;amo-te&quot;, os &quot;ah é para sempre&quot; e ainda o &quot;és a mulher da minha vida&quot;, o pior é que o que tenho visto (por isso não digo &quot;o normal&quot;) é &quot;amo-te mas espera aí.. não é assim tão forte&quot;, &quot;amo-te para sempre, &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, até só mais uns dias&quot; e &quot;és a mulher da minha vida..até aparecer outra&quot;. Não sei se serei apenas eu mas acho uma &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;hipocrisia&lt;/span&gt; tal que de tempos a tempos considero mesmo largar tudo e virar freira! Eu acredito que tenho uma daquelas &quot;almas antigas&quot;, que quando ama é para o resto da vida, para o bem e para o mal e acho q isso se vê já que os meus relacionamentos se contam pelos dedos e amar, amar, amei e ainda amo (já disse, para mim INFELIZMENTE em alguns casos é para sempre) aqueles que passaram e ainda pairam por estes cantos. Será que já não existe aquele amor, verdadeiro, fiel e duradouro?&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que não pareço a pessoa mais romântica á face da terra pessoalmente, aliás até já me disseram que emano uma aura bastante fria mas sim sou romântica, já acreditei naquela ideia do casamentos, um ou dois filhos, um cãozinho e tal e ser feliz até dizer chega (sem os meus adoráveis comprimidos) mas a verdade é que já &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;experienciei&lt;/span&gt; na pele o fim de um amor de longa data e um divórcio de pais (em progresso lento). É algo que &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;destrói&lt;/span&gt; qualquer coisa cá dentro, é quase como se aquele pozinho, aquela magia morresse lentamente e as ideias todas que tinha do amor, essas caíram por terra.&lt;br /&gt;Vá eu até acredito que as coisas possam acabar, afinal tudo acaba, mas se há coisa que acredito, mas ACREDITO mesmo, é que após tanto tempo e tantas juras de amor, o &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;mínimo&lt;/span&gt; que se deve ter é respeito. Acabar as coisas como deve ser, se é que tal forma existe, acredito porque se sofre, chora, e passa, mas fica sempre o respeito e aquela lembrança boa ao contrário da traição (que digo desde já que para mim é algo imperdoável). Traição? Mas calma, não era &quot;amo-te muito e para sempre e &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;blá&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;blá&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;blá&lt;/span&gt;&quot;? Ora pois, é tudo bonito até deixar de ser.&lt;br /&gt;Parei por uns segundos de escrever porque honestamente nem sei bem onde quero chegar com esta conversa...&lt;br /&gt;A minha opinião actualmente (digo &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;últimos&lt;/span&gt; 2 anos) é como muitos se referem &quot;de gajo&quot;. Acredito que sou jovem, com prioridades muito acima de um homem, que me devo divertir e SE um dia encontrar alguém que seja capaz de ser fiel, respeitar um compromisso e que tenha outros atributos (e daqui não se leia nada pecaminoso) eu TENTO.&lt;br /&gt;Ah com este enorme texto &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;pseudo&lt;/span&gt;-adolescente/Sexo e a cidade não quis de modo algum colocar todos os homens na mesma &quot;panela&quot; (se bem que os exemplos que dão.. ai meu senhor)!&lt;br /&gt;Em suma, o amor aparece quando tiver que aparecer e se tiver que aparecer e cabe a cada um de nós cuidar dele para que sobreviva e cresça. O amor é um trabalho de dois e não de um. Se valer a pena uma pessoa saberá e digo já para que não surjam duvidas, até porque já passei pelo mesmo, HÁ amor depois d&#39;O amor (ou que &lt;span style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00&quot;&gt;se pensava ser&lt;/span&gt; O tal) e mais importante ainda, HÁ VIDA depois do amor.&lt;br /&gt;Atentamente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Ricardo se leres isto, sim, não me esqueci de ti :)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/3954977907284991203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/3954977907284991203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-are-meaningless.blogspot.com/2010/09/um-desabafo-gigante.html' title='Um desabafo gigante'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326889423893248182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2GswwR2skBD6qdOSPjPrT2YztwyuUi5nceHvjLTxBE2oITk1VLOdRthb94EGETjOEr0ag6qJC6sE4XoUVDYJ-svFtV6d3NYvNXfNOVefqa5jeEO2VnCxlZ9sCcorUtg/s220/tumblr_kzv2r6pmsS1qzgahto1_500.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3817453731831905598.post-6806868813357967331</id><published>2010-08-16T05:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T05:36:00.977+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I CANNOT SLEEP- I&#39;M A ZOMBIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Bold what is true:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the girl herself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dye my hair on a fairly regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;I have to wear glasses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, my hair is ridiculously curly.&lt;br /&gt;I brush my teeth three times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve broken at least one bone before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can speak more than one language.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve visited at least ten different countries.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t live in the same town I was born in.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite food is some kind of vegetable.&lt;br /&gt;I spend far too much time on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things about family members:&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have any siblings, although I really wish I did.&lt;br /&gt;I’m very close to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My extended family don’t live anywhere near me.&lt;br /&gt;Most of my cousins are fairly close to my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My dad is a complete health freak.&lt;br /&gt;I have four sets of grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We’re planning on moving house in the next year or so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of family members that I’ve never met before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know, there are no sets of multiples in my family.&lt;br /&gt;I have more aunts than I do uncles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobbies and free time.&lt;br /&gt;Most of my hobbies involve spending time on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;I love reading books, but not magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to music takes up a lot of my time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a habit of watching DVD boxsets.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I go through phases of watching movies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking surveys is definitely one of my top hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;I often have more free time than I know what to do with.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t spend much time sending texts or socializing.&lt;br /&gt;I love being in the great outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;However, I spend a lot of time indoors, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random things I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music that doesn’t feature in the charts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting into a freshly made, clean bed.&lt;br /&gt;Finishing to a good book and feeling like you know all the characters.&lt;br /&gt;The right song coming on at exactly the right moment.&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to cute, unread text messages.&lt;br /&gt;When the internet is really fast.&lt;br /&gt;Waking up and feeling really, really refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;That feeling of having a shower after you’ve been exercising.&lt;br /&gt;Laughing until your stomach and cheeks hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Wearing summery dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that I really don’t like.&lt;br /&gt;Getting caught in the rain and not having something to cover my head.&lt;br /&gt;Having to go to the dentists.&lt;br /&gt;The smell and atmosphere of a doctors surgery.&lt;br /&gt;When my parents nag me to be ready, and when I am, they’re not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Making a hot drink, forgetting about it for a bit, and finding it’s cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When I order a meal and it’s not as nice as I expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waking up and knowing that things are going to go wrong that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Getting a text message and it not being from the person I expected.&lt;br /&gt;People trying to get me involved in their own personal drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you’re impatient for something to happen, and time seems to drag on and on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that seriously get on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When people never seem to know when to shut up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People who think they know everything, even when they clearly don’t.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people shove their beliefs on me.&lt;br /&gt;People who don’t hold doors open.&lt;br /&gt;People who are ridiculously noisy in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;When one song comes on unnaturally loudly on my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;Generic, repetitive music.&lt;br /&gt;People who clearly have absolutely no table manners.&lt;br /&gt;Queue-bargers.&lt;br /&gt;When someone when tries to tell me that my opinion isn’t valid for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ignorance.&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/6806868813357967331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3817453731831905598/posts/default/6806868813357967331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-are-meaningless.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-cannot-sleep-im-living-zombie.html' title='I CANNOT SLEEP- I&#39;M A ZOMBIE'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09326889423893248182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' 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